Fantasy Realised

One of my recurring fantasies is to be fucked in front of my husband. I often dream of looking into his eyes as another cock slams into me, my groans leaving him in no doubt how much I am enjoying the moment. The cocks are usually double Mark's size but isn't that what fantasies are about?

The fantasy came true (sort of) last year whilst we were on our annual two-week holiday on my most favourite Med island. We have holidayed there for 8 years in a row. Same hotel and six of the eight times, stayed in the same top floor room with gorgeous views out over a picturesque bay and the hotel's massive pool.

A spell of unhappiness started when Mark's longtime employer sold the business and he was let go. He was well-connected in logistics and had several offers but nothing close to the salary we were used to. After six months of false starts and promises, he decided he would go it alone, freelancing his expertise to old and new clients. It worked out better than we thought. He was in demand. At first the idea was he would have more time for me, help around the house, have naughty weekends away, walk the dog. Sadly, none of it happened. Success got in the way.

It soon became hard to imagine Mark without a phone stuck to his ear, whilst he tapped away at his laptop. He was forever rushing to airports, meetings, dinners. There was unfortunately no rush to fuck me. Our 'quality time' went out the window along with his libido.

I always looked forward to the annual holiday and naively thought last year's holiday was the perfect chance to have my old husband back, if just for a few days. How wrong I was. The work continued as soon as we landed. Our customary first morning fuck with the veranda doors wide open, the early morning sun on our naked bodies was interrupted by some upset Chinese shipping twat. I was seriously pissed off but thought things would improve.

After day five, I wanted to go home.

It was on my early morning run that I looked around and had a reality check. "I'm in paradise. In a week's time I'll be home in dreary London with winter about to arrive. No running watching the sunrise, swimming in warm crystal-clear seas, chilled Chardonnay by the poolside. You'll be running dodging e-bikes and puddles. Get a grip, for fucks sake". And I did.

The next morning, I headed out for my run. Mark would have always joined me, but he injured his foot when a fucking forklift ran over it a month before we left. The boot brace thing had thankfully been removed but he was limping around with an increasing amount of strapping around his foot. My sympathy was fading fast. After he rebuffed me one morning, I asked him if his cock had been run over too. I felt bad afterwards, but only a bit bad.

My holiday running route takes me through a nature reserve of pine forest up to a viewing point, famous with Instagrammers at sunset. Sunrise is not so popular. There are not many people about before sunrise, only runners like me and hotel staff scurrying off to work.

I was about to start the steady climb to the viewing point when a voice behind me said, "Sunrise is in 3 minutes, you'll never make it at that pace", and then he had passed me and disappeared over a false crest. Cheeky fucker was my first thought but then the image of his long, tanned and muscular legs slapped me in the face. Hello!

I arrived at the summit knowing he was still up there as there is only one way up and down. He was busy stretching and had one leg up on the back of a viewing bench with his head on his knee. His shirt was off. I took a few seconds to admire his supple, lean physique. He was facing away but must have heard me panting. Without turning he said, "You missed it by 2 minutes, leave earlier or get faster". I laughed at that and so did he.

He was about 10 years my junior, so 45ish. His accent was foreign, but I had not pinned down where he was from.

"You want to race me down the hill", I asked?

"Ok but I need to be in a meeting at 9.30, so let's get going". More cheekiness. I liked him. It was only 6.30am.

In the 25 minutes it took to jog back to the hotel I learned he was a water engineer on business for a German company, although he was from The Netherlands. He asked a lot about me, and I gave him the bare facts without any mention of a husband. I don't wear any rings on beach holidays after a rather expensive 'incident' a few years before.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow at 05.30", he asked.

"If you're lucky, don't you dare be late", I replied wagging a finger and grinning.

"I won't", he said and lifted his sunglasses to reveal his striking blue eyes.

"Can I have your phone number, in case something comes up", he asked. I complied with a slight nervousness about giving a stranger my phone number.

As he entered the number he asked, "What should I call you"?

I thought about giving a false name for a second but knew that would probably end badly so told him, "I'm Mandy", and shook his hand. Cringe moment.

I spent the day thinking about Jan de Groote. I thought about him a little too much to be honest. I was as horny as ever. If it wasn't for the people around me, I would have happily fingered myself on my sunbed.

He was waiting for me at 05.30. Goodness he was a gorgeous specimen. I couldn't help wondering why he was interested in spending time with me. I had applied a little make-up and a quick dab of Chanel to boost my confidence.

I have always kept in shape, my legs being the prize body part. Blond, blue-eyed and firm-ish breasts. I rarely struggle for male company and have had plenty of opportunities to fuck other men, and a few women too, but for the most part I've been very loyal to Mark.

We set off at a gentle pace (thank God). He insisted on a path I had not been on before. I knew the general area well so that did not phase me. It was when we passed a Do Not Enter sign with a machine gun pictured, I had some reservations.

Sensing my concern he said, "Don't worry, it's a military area but only in use at certain times of the year".

It did not appear to be occupied by men in camouflage, so took his word for it and jogged on. We were not headed towards the higher ground and lookout point, so was enjoying the run even more.

"I hope you like swimming", he casually asked.

"Swimming, what are you talking about?"

No answer.

A few minutes later we took a steep, narrow path down towards the sea. I could see our hotel across the bay, which somehow gave me false comfort that I was not about to be murdered.

"Watch your step", he ordered as we clambered down some boulders and then gingerly wrestled through some shrubs, eventually arriving onto a rock shelf which sat a few inches above the waterline.

"So, what do you think?", he asked waving his arms about as if this rock formation was something he and God had designed together.

It was stunning. An almost perfectly smooth slab of rock with views over the sea and coastline up to the hotel. It was completely hidden from view, except from anyone directly in front at sea. The water was about 10ft deep, clear and inviting. I was glad of my sunglasses as the rising sun's glare off the water was fierce.

"Wow, this is unexpected". I was genuinely surprised. I wasn't aware of this hidden little gem. I had run within meters of it many times.

Jan had his shirt off and was removing his trainers. I stupidly had not considered we would actually be swimming. "Can you swim?", he asked sensing my hesitation.

"Like a fish", I lied but I am a competent swimmer. I sat down and removed my trainers and edged towards the water, ready to dive in.

"Are you seriously going to swim with that top on", said Jan, pointing to my chest. I was wearing a tight-fitting gym top which was clearly not designed to double-up as swimwear.

I am generally not the go-topless type. The last time anyone had seen my breasts on a beach was in St Tropez about 20 years before. They were firm then and I had paraded them about with careless abandon. I know I look at least five years younger than most women my age... with my clothes on. Topless age.... I wasn't so confident.

Fuck it, I thought and started to remove the sweat-drenched top, forgetting that it was almost impossible to do so in anything close to a 'sexy' stripper style. It was more of a wrestle which I usually did away from prying eyes.

"Let me help you", said Jan. Without waiting for my permission he slipped his fingers under the elastic and gently eased the top upwards. He was beside me so was unaware of the terror and lust in my eyes. His fingers brushed my nipples (on purpose I believe) as the top was yanked over my head.

It was a very quick swim. Undoubtedly the best part was Jan pulling me back onto the ledge. His eyes never left my very erect nipples. Mine never left the obvious bulge in his wet shorts.

Jan lay down and said, "Now we meditate for a few minutes and dry off". Having no better plan of my own, I obeyed and lay next to him, almost touching, very conscious of my now erect tingling nipples.

"Close your eyes and just listen to the waves and the wind and breathe with me". I continued to follow instructions. The rock was warming up quickly, the sun on my face was soothing. Knowing a 6ft 3inch Dutch hunk was lying next me was less soothing.

I glanced over to him. "Cheater, you said eyes closed".

"Sorry, I couldn't resist a look at your breasts, they are very nice but now we must go". I blushed; he smiled. I had heard about Dutch people's abruptness. This guy invented, 'keep it short and sharp'.

"I enjoyed that, thank you" said Jan, as we waited in reception to catch the lift to our rooms.

"Yes, me too", I said trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

Only one lift was operational, so we waited patiently, in silence, watching the numbers countdown floor by floor as guests descended to have breakfast.

We finally entered the lift, and both went for the 6th floor button. Gosh, we were staying on the same floor. I was immediately envisioning a lift ride, with benefits with Jan. Before my thoughts could get any dirtier, there was a screech of, "Hold the lift".

A luggage trolley piled high trundled into view. Jan and I were forced to retreat to the rear of the lift. I could not see over the pile of bags, but Jan could. "Oh Boy", he said, as the nose of a second trolley appeared along with a gaggle of boozy breathed Irish people. The lift creaked, clearly overloaded. I was convinced the lift cables were about to snap.

Jan and I were now squashed into a corner. A new passenger insisted on entering the lift. The trolleys were shoved forward again. Jan foresaw the danger of my shins being bashed and just in time, yanked me back into him.

After three attempts the door's sensors finally allowed the doors to close. "Floor 4 Cheryl", said some woman in a thick Irish accent.

As the lift jerked into action, I felt Jan's left hand on my shoulder to steady me. Not that it was possible to fall over. His left hand was gently placed on my hip. I liked that, goosebumps and a slight shortness of breath followed. I pushed back a little. This resulted in his fingers sliding down into my shorts elastic and into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. This guy doesn't hang about I thought as I pushed back again. A fingertip was now very gently rubbing my lubricated clit.

We stopped at the 2nd and 3rd floors, which resulted in groans and laughs from the fellow lift passenger guests who had clearly had a more than a few breakfast drinks on the flight over. Delightful. Then again, I thought, 20years ago that was me.

As they started to extract themselves at the fourth floor, Jan went for a sneaky finger dip into my very wet cunt. It only lasted a few seconds but Jesus, it was marvellous. The last two floors ride up was ruined by a housekeeper and her trolley who annoyingly stood facing Jan and I up to the sixth floor. We must have looked as guilty as sin.

We exited the lift and stood facing each other like first date teens. The housekeeper scurried off down the corridor. I was expecting a kiss. He gave me a quick hug said, "See you later," and headed down the corridor in the opposite direction to our room.

As I entered the room my phone, pinged. "My best lift ride THX", was the message. I sent a thumbs up emoji (could have chosen better) and then deleted the messages.

Mark was still in bed. I gave him a quick kiss, jumped in the shower and fingered myself to release the desire, trying not to attract Mark's attention. Some chance.

"Did you have a good run honey", shouted Mark over the noise of the shower.

"The best one so far, I found a new route", I shouted back with two fingers inside me.

We had breakfast and then headed to the pool. Blue skies, 32 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. I couldn't get Jan out of my head. By midday it was too hot for me, so I took myself off to the pool's shallow end and sat half-submerged on a step to read my book. Bliss.

A shape heading towards me underwater, doing that dolphin thing caught my attention. A second later Jan's head slowly emerged out the water with a big smile. He put his index finger to his lips sensing I was about to yelp or make some kind of scene.

He positioned himself against the pool wall about 6ft away and stared into the distance.

"The guy who was taking me to the desalination plant has food poisoning, so I have the rest of the day off, he whispered. I am hoping I can spend some time with you and show you some Dutch hospitality". I continued to stare down at my book, trying not to shriek with delight.

"Yes, I really do need some special Dutch hospitality, but that guy in the blue t-shirt over there is my husband", I replied with a slight nod of my head towards Mark on his sunbed busy on his iPad at the other end of the pool.

"Yes, I know who he is. I didn't think you were here holidaying on your own. I've done some research".

"Impressive Mr Bond", trying to hide my grin.

"So, here's the plan", said Jan. "You head back to your room for some reason and a few minutes later I follow you". He doesn't look like he's leaving that iPad anytime soon".

"Wow, you gave that a lot of thought", I whispered, somewhat relieved that this was confirmation that Jan wanted to fuck me.

"Give me 15minutes headstart, I want to shower this suncream off", I said, a bit too loud.

It was too early for the usual siesta, so I decided to tell Mark I needed to Facetime a friend. Simple but not without risk. Mark was a lover of a siesta snooze. In previous years I could expect a good pounding from Mark before we dozed off. This year Mark would be replaced. My juices were already flowing. Thank God my bikini was a dark colour and wet. My yellow number would have posed a problem.

I needed to engineer things to make sure Mark stayed poolside whilst I was busy upstairs. I gathered my stuff together and told Mark I needed to Facetime my best friend Nancy and was going to the room as I needed privacy.

He hardly looked up and said, "Go for it, I think I will grab another beer and then head up too, tell Nance I said hi".

"Why don't I get you one of those Long Island Iced Tea cocktails we had yesterday, they were delicious?", I suggested.

"Delicious and powerful, don't know how many tots of booze they chucked in", he said with a chuckle. I grinned back knowing it would take longer to drink a tall cocktail, and its booze content may even see him nod off.

I bought his cocktail (extra tot of rum please) and headed back to the room giving a wink to Jan as I passed by his sunbed. A woman sitting near him saw it and immediately looked to see who had received the wink and then looked back at me with a scowl. More discretion, Mandy, I warned myself.

I stripped off and peeked out the window down onto the pool. Jan was stretched out on his sunbed. Simply delicious. Mark was sitting chatting to a guy next to his sunbed with the cocktail in his hand. The thought of Jan's lithe body made me touch myself. My pussy was super wet. I defied the urge to cum and dived into the shower.

I put on the hotel robe but didn't tie it up. Applied a bit of makeup, blow-dried my hair and dabbed on a little Chanel. I was ready. I looked out the window. Jan was missing and Mark had not moved.

A few minutes later there was a gentle knock on the door. Show time!

Jan's eyes widened as he looked me over. "I like your minimalistic style of dress".

"Good, I said, you need to follow my lead.... and make it quick". I moved to the window and took a quick look to check on Mark. He hadn't moved.

When I turned back, Jan was naked. His erection was impressive. His mushroom head was double the size of any I had ever seen. Looked a bit deformed, if I'm honest.

Jan pulled me in and started kissing me. Marvellous kisser. I had his throbbing cock in my hand. His fingers were circling my clit. I had forgotten what it was like to hold a rock-hard pulsating cock.

"There's no time for foreplay", I said with authority.

"Correct", he replied. Chatty guy he was not.

I was rather roughly lifted and lowered or plonked onto the bed. Jan grabbed me behind my knees and dragged me to the edge of the bed where his huge mushroom head was aimed at my moist entrance.

Despite the overwhelming anticipation, I was nervous about Mark walking in. I needed to enjoy this with as little apprehension of being caught as possible.

"Hold on please, I must keep an eye on my husband". I moved over to the 2-seater couch next to the window and knelt on the cushions. Perfect, I could see Mark below.

Jan had followed me and was desperately trying to slip his cock into me from behind. I turned my head and said, "I can't resist a quick taste", and dropped to my knees and closed my lips around the enormous bulbous cock head. He smelt of chlorine as he hadn't showered. I'd loved to have him cum in my mouth but there wasn't enough time for that pleasure.

I knelt back on the couch, lifted my bum and braced. "Now, fuck me", I instructed.

Jan's cock head eased its way into me. The extra tip girth was noticeable and was doing things to me I had not experienced for years. I was on the edge of cumming already.

Jan's first full thrust made me lose my grip of the couch backrest and I fell forward hitting my forehead on it. Luckily, it was well-cushioned, so no damage done.

"Sorry", he said, and then rammed into me again. I held on tightly this time and opened my legs a bit wider.

"Apology not needed, hard is good," I panted.

His powerful thrusts were relentless. By far the most violent fucking I'd experienced. It was what I so desperately needed.

I came after 30-seconds. My body tensed up bucked and convulsed uncontrollably. How Jan managed to stay inside me is a mystery. My moan was loud and uninhibited. If the people next door were in, they would have heard it. Further leg-shaking orgasms came one after the other. I was an uncontrollable sweaty wreck, moaning with delight. Jan's ball-slapping was alarmingly loud.

I kept my eyes on Mark. wondering what he would say if he could see me. At one point he looked up directly at me and I ducked. Quickly realising there was no way he could see anything, I pushed my arse back on Jan's cock and continued to stare at Mark. I bet Jan had eyes on him too.

Jan was soon starting to moan and his pounding of my cunt quickened. His grip on my hips tightened to the point where it was beginning to hurt. His final move was to reach forward and grab my shoulders, forcefully pulling me back onto him. He held his cock deep inside me, no longer thrusting, then released his warm load with a low moan. Another sensation I hadn't experienced for far too long.

A few minutes had passed, and I (we) had forgotten to keep eyes on Mark. He was no longer by the pool, and his towel and bag were not on the sunbed. Shit, Fuck, Christ! he must be on his way up to the room. I jumped up releasing Jan's semi-rigid cock. His cum and my juices dripped onto the couch and carpet.

"You have got to get out of here fast, I said panicking". Jan only had a pair of shorts, t-shirt and flip flops to get dressed. He gave me a quick kiss, and he was out the door saying something in Dutch, which I trusted was complimentary.

I was still naked and staring at globs of spunk that were clearly visible on a dark blue velvet couch. I chucked my dressing gown over the stains and rushed into the bathroom. I still had cum running down my legs as I entered the shower.

I heard Mark enter the room as I turned on the taps. I gathered my thoughts and tried to find my not guilty face in the supposedly anti-mist mirror on the shower wall.

Mark couldn't possibly know what had happened a few minutes before, could he? Had Jan left anything?

"Hey honey, how was Nancy?", asked Mark from just outside the bathroom door.

"Yeah, all good, she just wanted to know if I was free for a new dance class next week, there's only two spaces left".

I dried off and walked past him naked to grab some clothes. I was conflicted. I should have felt guilty and sad, but I wasn't. I was still basking in that warm, just fucked feeling mingled with a touch of revenge.

"Your tan is really looking great", said Mark.

"Oh thanks", I replied.

"What have you done to your hip, is it a rash", said Mark peering at my right hip. I glanced in the mirror. Fucking hell, I half panicked, knowing undoubtedly my left hip would look the same.

"I think I got stung by something, I said but its fine, I put some ice on it". I quickly slipped on a long t-shirt that covered my reddened, soon to be bruised areas. I imagined answering, "Oh that, a Dutch guy with a huge cock head just fucked me so hard he bruised me".

Jan left early the next morning. I had to ditch the bikinis and wore a full swim costume for the remaining days to hide the four identical finger bruises on each hip. I sent a photo to Jan, with a 'look what u done to me comment'. He replied with a 'sorry' and a crying emoji. That was the last I heard from him.

The next day I the housekeeper was outside the room when I returned from the pool. The two cum stained cushions were perched on top of her trolley for all to see.

"You have fresh cushions", she said and disappeared into a room across the corridor. I thought about inventing a story about spilling mayonnaise or cream but then realised, it gave me a thrill to think she could have been standing at the door listening.