My Wife Abroad - Part 1

My wife Rachel and I like to go on holiday three or four times a year. Depending on how busy we both are at work. When we do go, it is usually to somewhere suitable for our two young children. Zoë whose seven and Thomas who is just turned five. Rachel has always loved the feel and style of the Mediterranean. Family resorts in Greece and Spain are among our favorite places to visit. We are fortunate in that respect. I treat them as often as I can. Of course, a couple need time for themselves too. Every so often we leave the kids with our in-laws and book a romantic trip for just the two of us. 

Greek waiters deserves their reputation every bit when it comes to bedding english women. For the last few years I've been noticing the looks my wife often gets from foreign men. We have been married now for ten years and I'm pleased to say she is quite a head turner. Just under 5,7 with blonde, shoulder length hair. Very leggy with big tits and a great figure. Rachel takes a lot of pride in how she looks and I've seen any number of waiters giving her a generous looking over. Especially when we are having a meal at night and she is wearing something very eye-catching. She can easily change a bikini for an evening dress and it truly excites me to have another man ogling her tits.

Two years ago Rachel and I went away to celebrate our 8th anniversary. Leaving Zoë and Thomas at home with their grandparents, I booked a weeks holiday on the east coast of Cyprus. We had been to Cyprus for our honeymoon and it still holds a special place for us to this day. Despite being out of season the weather was very warm and the sights truly breathtaking. We where staying in a villa. Around 10 minutes walk from the centre of town and with convenient access to a small, private beach. It was our final day as I remember and Rachel had spent much of the afternoon there. Sunbathing and relaxing with a book. That night we dressed up and went into town for our last evening meal. It was a beautiful place. Very rural and with her rich, blonde hair, sparkling eyes Rachel looked wonderful. She was wearing a long, stylish black dress. Ankle length, silky in texture and extremely classy. The shoulders straps where wafer thin, showing the discreet movement of her breasts we walked. 

We strolled around for an hour or so then found a restaurant and took a table on the upstairs balcony. Overlooking the sea it was definitely romantic and as a gift for our anniversary I gave her a box containing a diamond necklace. Rachel, of course put it on for me and we sat holding hands across the table. The sea air blowing gently in from the bay. It seemed like our honeymoon all over again. The waiter who served us was mid twenties. With dark hair and tanned skin. He had a solid, slim figure and as he attended out table I noticed him showing my wife particular attention. I watched, excitedly as he unknowing to her, sneaked regular looks down her dress. We where among the only people there and I watched his behavior with fascination and genuine arousement. Eventually Rachel asked me what the matter was and if there was anything she could do. When I told her, it drew a wry smile from her lips. She clearly hadn't realised and blushed slightly. Pausing as if in thought, Rachel smiled and raised her hand lightly. Drawing the young waiter to our table.

My mouth felt dry as Rachel smiled and asked the waiter his name. She turned her chair, re-crossing her legs beneath the long dress and rested her chin, delectably on her finger. As she did so she leaned forward ever so slightly so that the neckline of her dress dipped an extra inch. The man's eyes widened and he eagerly accepted the look Rachel was giving him of her tits. He told us his name was Sanchez and for the next few moments I watched as she flirted quite openly with him. All right in front of me. I was amazed. The man was understandably surprised at first but quickly came to enjoy the attention. By now I was firmly erect inside my trousers. Calming from his previous, unsure moments, he returned my wife's look. His eyes confidently moving between her face and breasts. I have to say that Rachel seemed to enjoy it so much. I could tell she was excited by this new experience. A call from the another table and the waiter quickly went to serve them. Rachel turned back to me. She looked pleased with herself. We where both truly exhilarated by what was happening. I knew that I would love to watch this horny waiter screwing her senseless and she seemed to be thinking the same thing.

My throat was dry as I leaned closer and whispered if she wanted to go further. Her eyes flickered and she thought for a moment. Throughout our fill ten years of marriage I had never asked her that. We have always been a very close couple though Rachel has of course, been propositioned before. Now, in this spectacular climate I could see she was contemplating it for the first time. She looked over towards where he was. I know she certainly found him attractive but it was more the fact that she had only just met him that excited her. The man glanced back, saw her looking and soon returned to our table. I could clearly see his cock standing up through his trousers as he talked and made Rachel laugh. That wasn't hard. Eager to resume where we had left off, his eyes moved between her face and tits some more. Confident and unashamed.

We waited, my wife flirting with him continually, until it had gone dark. By then the restaurant was beginning to empty and several of his colleagues where clearing the tables. Sanchez already knew that he was going to end up fucking Rachel later. He seemed to know that was what we both wanted from him. Taking a seat at our table he and my wife talked some more. The young man had a brave, certain look on his face and she showed hardly any nerves. Rachel and I kept glancing at each other. She could see how I was encouraging her and it drew excitable looks. Hardly noticing me at all, Sanchez touched my wife's hand and told her how beautiful he thought she was. I saw Rachel stiffen, running her tongue over her lip as the waiters hand began stroking her thigh beneath the table. 

Eventually, she took a deep breath and asked if he would like to walk back to the villa with us. Sanchez smiled and nodded. Knowing full well what was being offered. All three of us made our way along the road. It was exceptionally dark. Which made it easier for Sanchez to put his hands all over her. It was just as well that it was quiet at that late hour. Rachel was composed sure enough. Excited, nervous yet looking forward to a stiff rogering I was sure. We had soon reached the short path down to the villa and I opened the gate for them. Pausing for moment as the young man, his arm around Rachel's waist began feeling her tits in turn through the dress. Rachel glanced at me as he touched her. He couldn't wait to get her inside. 

I fumbled and opened the door. Feeling some relief at being back but knowing that our night was only beginning. Rachel wanted it too. She immediately led Sanchez through to the bedroom. Myself in hot pursuit, closing the door behind me. While she stood by the bed, Sanchez stopped and gazed longingly down her figure. Stepping forward they shared a long and heated embrace. My wife's arms around his neck as their lips met. Suddenly, the young man began pulling out his cock. Sanchez was big and I could see a look of amazement on her face as he bounced free. Expertly he stepped forward, a horny look in his eye. Rachel nervously allowing him to gently slip the straps of her lovely dress down her arms. I noticed her tremble slightly as the dress fell over her breasts, dropping neatly to her ankles. Straight away Sanchez began touching and feeling her. Making her gasp as he kissed and sucked her round flat nipples. 

His hands where all over her and in no time he laid Rachel on her back and was parting her legs. Moments later he was slipping 7" of hard cock into my wife with rampant enthusiasm. Driving, desperate, pleading groans from her as he went. This was just what I wanted. Her breasts rolling on each stiff stroke. Sanchez put a foot on the bed and began laying into her Rachel hard. He dished out quite a deserved pounding leaving my wife reeling. His desire to fuck her over these last hours coming out at long last. Gasping Sanchez got onto the bed and laid on top of her, the bed smacking against the wall as he rode nice and hard. Rachel was gasped in pleasure, enjoying his big cock. I simply stood at the base of the bed, determined to delight in what I was seeing. Her cunny was so wet. It was obvious to the eye. 

The rickety bed, squeaked in familiar fashion as they went at it. After a fashion the young waiter lifted himself to his arms, driving his hips forward and making my wife groan and gasp in pleasure. Rachel stiffened as she reached orgasm. Her tits rolling and slapping together. The stickiness in the room growing as sex kept on. The heavy and wet smacking of his balls loud and sure. He drove quite mercilessly, the look in his eyes staying the same and Rachel stammered and struggled to adjust to his size. Determined and confident. Grasping the sheet in her hand, she came again. A quite desperate, pleading moan erupting from her lips. Suddenly Sanchez joined her. Gasping something in his native tongue. Rachel seemed to understand and encouraged him to finish. Her hands tight around his waist as he bounded up and down between her legs. In a series of sharp, deep thrusts the Greek waiter came. Pouring his relief into my wife's body and collapsing on top of her in a heap.

I’ll never forget that night. The first of many times my slut wife would have sex with foreign men.