I had already experienced a number of threesomes in the past with my wife, about four I think. They had always excited me, I’d always got harder and lasted longer than at any other time we had sex together.
I never analysed it very much at the time, about why it turned me on so much. I just knew it was going to be one of the most arousing nights of sex I was likely to enjoy – apart from one time when Julie seemed to be interested only in the guy we were with and I felt very much like an outsider, which wasn’t especially pleasant, although that was the exception.
But nothing had happened in that area for some time, maybe three years or more (though what happened when I wasn’t around was different story).
So it was out of the ordinary when Julie began to flirt outrageously with a Canadian guy we met while we were on holiday in Queensland. He and a blonde with a body to die for were staying at the same hotel as us. The place was nothing special, just the usual simple villas gathered around a swimming pool and spa and only a short walk from the beach. Each villa was isolated from the pool by an abundance of the semi-tropical plants so common to that part of the world, which gave the pool area quite a private feel if there were only a few people there.
The four of us had got to drinking together at the bar next to the pool after yet another exhausting day lying in the sun, sliding into the water for a lazy lap or two and dining on seafood and fresh mango.We made a connection right from the start – more with Dave than with Claudia it must be said but even her slight distance seemed of no consequence after that constant stream of Margaritas we consumed during the day.
I noticed Dave’s appreciative attention to Julie throughout the afternoon. It seemed like whenever she felt like cooling off in the pool, so did he. Each time she went to the bar for another round of drinks, he was there to help her carry them. Julie responded to the attention of course, I caught her on more than one occasion, turning away from us to put her hand inside the top of her one-piece swimming costume and lifting her breasts up so that they formed a more visible cleavage.
After she and Dave raced each other for a couple of laps of the pool together, I watched as they stood against the far wall, breathing heavily and talking in hushed tones. Claudia had gone to their villa for something and I was lying on a lounge with a magazine over my face. I had made sure I could still see them though, under the edge of the page and that curious sense of excitement started to make itself felt again as I watched them talking quietly, secretively.
Dave was facing the wall, his hands on the edge and Julie was standing right up next to him, her breasts noticeably pressing against his arm.Her face was closer to his now, whispering in his ear. I could only guess what she was saying but I had no doubt that it was something sexual, she had that look on her face I’d seen so often when she was excited by a man.I felt relieved that I had draped a towel over myself earlier (had I subconsciously guessed what would happen?) as my penis started to respond to the sight of my wife’s surreptitious flirting with another man.
It was such a strange sensation, almost like it was me who was the interloper, the transgressor, for secretly watching the illicit episode playing out in front of me.Certainly it was Julie who was making all the moves, her mouth so close she was almost licking his ear, standing with her body right up against his, I could imagine her pressing her mound against his thigh under the water.
Of course, Dave wasn’t protesting. Who would, with some highly charged woman rubbing up against you in an erotic, tropical setting and a bellyful of booze? Even with the husband only a few metres away (fortunately asleep, apparently) it would be a tasty temptation for any man.