Summer holidays.

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Summer holidays


I have a very good job but would rather not be specific about what exactly I do. Suffice to say that it provides an excellent income but the down side is that I spend on average one third of the year away from home and this has pertained throughout my twenty year marriage. My wife Aimee was an exceptionally beautiful twenty-two year old girl when I married her and she still is, though now somewhat plumper than the sleek women and girls I associate with during my working life. We have one son Tony aged seventeen - more were planned but a bad pregnancy put an end to that. I am generally abroad but whenever feasible I fly home for the weekend no matter the cost and every year I take a six week break to cover the main summer school holiday period. For the previous eight years I have taken a relatively small luxury villa in the south of France under a private agreement for almost all the holiday period.

This last year, pressures of a certain situation meant that I would only be able to spend a single week with my family so when Tony asked if his friend Rod could go on holiday with him it seemed the ideal situation. The two lads were inseparable and sports mad. Both were on the school rugby team in winter, cricket in summer and spent every other study free moment playing badminton or squash with cycling and hiking thrown in for good measure. Rod was slightly taller than my son and seemed more mature but he had an open face and was very polite so I really liked him.

At this point I should describe the villa. It is L shaped with the front door in the long side leading directly into the lounge. As you enter, on the left there is an open wooden staircase leading to the upper floor. The master bedroom is situated upstairs. complete with en suite bathroom but this is the only accommodation up there as the rest is open roof terrace with both barbecue and games areas. There are external wrought iron circular stairs from the pool side that also give access to the terrace. Immediately below the master lies the second double bedroom, of almost equal size and also en suite. The kitchen/ breakfast room is on the right of the lounge and extends into the short arm of the L - for some reason the bar is in there and not the lounge. Passing through the kitchen brings you to a compact single room intended for a live in servant but this too has its own shower, washbasin and WC. As you will have gathered, the pool area extends the length of the building with the patio at the kitchen end. Beyond the pool over the fence is woodland. A ten minute walk through the woodland is a secluded semi private beach and the nearest place with amenities for holiday makers is a fifteen minute drive away. One final detail - an old Citroen CC2V is provided as part of the deal.

A month before the holiday Aimee told me that Tony had found himself a girlfriend. The news pleased me because at his age I had been pre-occupied with girls rather than sport, (not that I enjoyed any conspicuous success). When I saw Zoë for the first time I was even more pleased because she is an exceedingly pretty girl and it looked as if my son was going to be a chip off the old block. However, with a mere fortnight to go Tony dropped his bombshell by announcing that he did not want to go on holiday because he wanted to stay near Zoë. "I'm seventeen dad and don't need looking after, I'll be fine by myself while you and mum are away," he pleaded earnestly.

"What about Rod, you invited him to come with us and you can't just leave him out on a limb," I argued back. "If Zoë thinks anything of you then she will wait until you get back." I didn't believe that for a moment but Tony did capitulate - I think it was his sense of responsibility that won out.

The day came and we were ready to set out for the airport. Zoë had come round to see him off and Rod, Aimee and I had to sit in the car as the pair said a tearful goodbye - I felt for the lad, I really did. Our small party arrived at the villa and we set about allocating accommodation - the two boys preferred to bunk together in the second bedroom rather than toss a coin for who got the servants small room. There followed two hectic days before I had to jet off and leave them. The Friday evening four days later found me back with the prospect of a relaxing three day weekend ahead of me.



After bathing and eating and with the two lads off in the woods somewhere, I was alone with my wife for the first time in what seemed a long time. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head, gave a contented sigh and asked, "So what's new?"

"I've discovered that young men are made a lot bigger than they used to be," Aimee told me with a cheeky grin."

"Neither Tony or his pal are particularly tall."

"I'm not talking about height - you won't believe the size of Tod's penis."

"And just how did you come to know that?" I asked. I had no suspicions at all but I deliberately gave my voice that inference.

"Peeping, that's how," my wife laughed. "He's a bit of a dare devil and must have dived into the pool from the balcony outside our room. He was wearing shorts not trunks and when he hit the water they came off. Well you know Tony - quick as a flash he dived in, got to them first and refused to give them back. They must have chased round and round the pool for a good five minutes. Neither of them thought that I was around but I happened to be looking out of the kitchen window and had plenty of opportunity to observe what was flapping in the breeze."

"So what did your little beady eyes see that has excited you so much?"

"Well, allowing for the well known effect of having been in cool water, I reckon that his cock has got to be at least two inches bigger than yours already - and he's only seventeen." There was a pause following this revelation before Aimee cast her eyes down in false modesty and added, "Of course, I'm not an expert in such matters - if I ever was, I'm certainly not one now." (That veiled reference to an undisclosed past was typical of the way she had teased me throughout our marriage.)

"So the size of Tony's pal's dick set your pulses racing, did it," I laughed.

"Certainly not - but he is definitely going to make at least one young lady very happy."

Our son coming into the room and drawing up a chair near to mine brought this conversation to an end. He obviously intended to have a serious talk with me so his mother took this as her cue to go and refresh our drinks. The moment she was out of earshot, Tony began, "Dad, you know how I didn't want to come on this holiday because of Zoë. I knew that I was going to miss her terribly and I am because it's tearing me apart. Well, I've thought of a solution. That little bedroom at the back isn't being used so she could sleep there if you let her come out to join us."

"It's far too late to sort things out - travel arrangements for a start," I said, seizing on the first objection I could think of.

"No it isn't. I've been talking to her about it on the telephone but without making any promises. She has nothing at all planned for the next month and there is a flight she can catch on Monday, if you give the go ahead."

"Think about Rod. You brought him out here as your friend and now you want to make him into a spare part. How do you think he will feel if you have a girl with you and he doesn’t?"

"It won't bother Rod because it's not as if there was going to be any of that involved and anyway he's not into girls at all," Tony argued earnestly.

"He's not gay is he?" I asked, going cold at the thought that we had put the two boys in the same bedroom.

"Course not - all he thinks about is sport. He's like I was before I met Zoë. Rod says that energy is too precious to waste on girls."

"I'll have a word with your mother about it," I muttered, falling back on my last line of defence.

"She has already said that it's fine with her," Tony grinned, making it into a fait accompli.

That night in bed Aimee was very passionate but then she always was after we had been separated and any extra fervour might have been my imagination. She definitely felt a bit firmer and this impression was confirmed when I saw her reclining by the pool. "Are you on as diet?" I asked when we were alone.

"Not really, those lads have run me ragged this week, dragging me everywhere. You name it, I've been swimming, playing badminton, hiking and just running round like a mad thing. A couple of days ago, I noticed that I felt a bit fitter so I have started to help it along by watching what I eat a bit."

I liked her as she was but if the new verve between the sheets was anything to go by; I was all in favour of a fitness regime. It proved to be the best weekend that I had enjoyed for a very long time. On the Monday evening, Zoë arrived an hour before I had to set out for the airport. I could understand Tony not wanting to be apart from her because she was a right little cracker. Never mind boys - they didn't make girls like that when I was young - or was that just the bare midriff and skin tight pants.

The following weekend I saw a great deal of that young lady. She spent a lot of time by the pool and it amazed me that such a minuscule excuse for a costume could possibly be considered decent nowadays. Rather than describing it I will simply say that her pubic hair must have needed a great deal of trimming. To save embarrassment I kept a newspaper on my lap for most of the time - but I have to say that the nubile jail-bait was not entirely responsible. My wife Aimee looked delicious - her waist was slimmer as were her hips and I was pleased to note that not an ounce seemed to have gone from her glorious tits.

There was a down side in that Aimee seemed to have changed. I don't know if she seemed more pensive or reserved but her habitual cheerful chatter about nothing in particular had completely disappeared. At the end of the evening I retired in rampant state from a dual source of inspiration only to find that in bed the difference in Aimee was even more marked. My wife's usual hunger following an absence was missing and at the start she was almost hesitant. There was no denying that she looked far trimmer but on balance I far preferred a plump but very sexy wife. The fact that I could not get back to the villa for a fortnight made my overall disappointment with the weekend even more acute.

Maybe it was the fact that I left the villa wanting was the reason that the two weeks away passed with excruciating slowness but at last the longed for day arrived. Having got away a full day earlier than expected, I drove from the airport and parked the hire-car quietly in front of the villa. Taking my hold-all from the boot, I stood poised to go in the door but then changed my mind and instead walked round the building to the pool area.

As I was arriving unexpectedly, I wanted to catch everyone at play without them knowing I was there. After a two-week absence, I was eager to see my wife again but my real hope was to catch an early glimpse of the lithe bodied nymphet that my son had visited upon us. It was very quiet and this was explained by Aimee being the only one there, relaxing on the recliner by the pool. She was bare breasted, slim and tanned, looking like a veritable sex goddess. The breath caught in my throat and I stood entranced by the vision for well over a minute. Eventually, I raised my arm and was just about to call out a greeting when Rod appeared out of the villa carrying a glass that chinked with ice and had both a straw and small umbrella adorning it. I smiled to myself thinking, 'She's certainly got him well trained' but then I froze. Rod had leaned over Aimee to place the glass on the table by her side but on the way back he ducked down to kiss her upturned mouth and his hand moved with great familiarity to cup her naked breast.

Three quick steps took me out of sight round the corner of the building and there I stood with my back pressed against the brickwork, eyes closed and heart pounding out of control. It took ten minutes and a cigarette before I regained control of my breathing. I went back to the car, tooted the horn twice and then very slowly let myself through the front door. Aimee came hurrying through from the pool area, smiling and tying her wrap around her. Giving me a quick kiss she gushed, "This is a lovely surprise - how come you have managed to get home early."

I was saved from an immediate reply by Rod following her to say politely, "Hello Mr Prentice, can I carry your bag somewhere?"

He took the hold-all up to my bedroom (I was sure that he knew his way there well enough) and Aimee led me over to the bar where she started preparing my favourite drink. There followed some minutes of normal conversation during which I explained the bit of luck that had allowed me to catch an early flight and my wife mentioned that Tony and Zoë had gone off para-gliding. However, when we were both sitting with drinks in hand, I could not hold back any longer. "So what have you been up to while I have been away?"

"Having a good time as usual," she replied, with what seemed to be a slightly forced smile.

"And how much has our young male guest contributed that good time," I asked silkily.

Aimee neither pretended ignorance nor made any protestations of innocence. "You know?"

"I arrived back several minutes before you realised and watching him with his tongue half way down your throat as he mauled you, led me to conclude that you have spent some time familiarising yourselves with each other," I told her icily.

"I'm sorry that you found out like that but I am not going to apologise for doing it," she said looking at me boldly.

"Christ woman - it's virtually incest."

That checked her slightly. "I know and I do feel a bit bad about that - I know that I would have been livid if some middle aged woman had seduced Tony but apart from that I am not ashamed of what I have done."

"Well you damn well ought to be," I shouted. "Married for twenty good years only to open your legs for a near child."

"Calm down and stop being over dramatic. We are going to talk about this like rational adults and if we are going to apportion blame we ought to start at the very beginning," my wife said patiently. "Do you think that I believe you have lived like a monk during all your absences during our marriage because I know damn well that you haven’t? I'm not blaming you because everybody has urges - I used to satisfy mine with romantic fiction and my trusty vibrator." At this point I cleared my throat and this prompted her to say, "Don't even try to deny it. If I had kept all the condoms that I have found in your pockets over the years, I would have enough to open a shop - you really are a very careless man Stuart. I actually found the condoms reassuring because it meant you weren't likely to bring anything nasty home with you."

I nodded to admit my guilt and Aimee also relaxed. "Until this, I have never cheated on you. I'm not trying to claim any moral high ground because I would have done if I'd wanted to - I felt justified. The trouble was that the men I would have liked to shag never asked me and of all the ones that did, none really appealed and I didn't want to be just a part of some Lothario's tally. That changed with Rod - I wanted him so I took him and to hell with all moral considerations."

"So where do we go from here?"

"Nowhere different unless you want to - this hasn't changed my love for you any more than all your little flings effected yours for me.

"Why, that's what I don't understand. Why now and why him of all people - was it the size of his cock. I remember that you were rather impressed when you saw him running round the pool."

"His cock might have had something to do with it but it was mainly his youth and the fact that he wanted me. Stuart, I'll tell you everything if you want me to but if you don't, I'm not going to hurt you with details that you probably don't want to hear, I mean you didn't feel the need to lumber me with chapter and verse on your extra-marital love life."

"Tell me," I said. "I want to know how it started and the things you did with each other. I may not like it but it might help me understand and if I understand, I think I can come to terms with it."

"First thing - did you know that Tony is having sex with Zoë?"

"No I did not," I snapped, switching automatically into parental mode.

"Well I did, even before we came on holiday. About a week after he started going out with Zoë, he changed and I knew he was no longer a boy. Losing virginity changes everybody both male and female - and it shows. Even at school, despite all the rumours, I knew who had really done it and who hadn't and I was never wrong. So Zoë was our son's first but I doubt very much if he was hers."

"What has this got to do with you?"

"I'm getting to that," she replied testily. "I knew it would happen with Zoë here but with the boys in the same bedroom I assumed that it would take place during the day, out in the woods somewhere. Well one Tuesday night I woke up to hear a funny noise in the distance but couldn't work out what it was and went back to sleep. The next night I woke again at the same time but there was no noise. All the same I was very restless - I was missing you and I had left my romantic fiction behind."

I smiled at a mental picture of her vibrator still tucked under the pillow at home. "I couldn't get back to sleep so in the end I got up for a drink," she went on. As I crossed the lounge in the darkness I was surprised to find someone sitting in one of the chairs and at the same moment I was aware that a female nearby was engaged in sex. It affected me because at Zoë's age or slightly younger, I had been in exactly the same situation. I switched the light on and saw that it was Rod sitting there. He was very embarrassed telling me that the sounds I could hear were of Tony and Zoë making love.

He said, 'Last night Tony went to her bed but it makes a terrible racket so tonight I've come out to give them some privacy. I was meant to sleep in her room but I didn't - thought I would sit here instead until they had finished, without realising how hard it would be having to listen'. Glancing at the lad's groin the effects were very obvious for his pyjamas stuck up in a huge tent - this made opening at the front gape open and I could see his testicles resting inside, like two baby animals curled up. I sat down on a chair nearby so that I was not standing over him but as I did so my night gown came open exposing the top of my breasts. His eyes fixed on them and he started licking his lips. It was my turn to be embarrassed so I jumped up again and asked if he would like a drink."

Aimee paused and too a long sip from her glass. "He did and when I came back from the kitchen, I put my drink down and took his to him. I looked at the front of his pyjamas but his erection had gone. I think I must have taken this as a bit of a challenge because as I leaned over to put down his drink, I let my night-gown flap open completely so that he could see all of my naked body. Nothing was said but when I sat in my own chair I was very pleased to see that the tent was back. It was at that moment that I knew I wanted him. It wasn't a gentle seduction mainly because I was not really sure what to do so there were no build up kisses and caresses. Instead I went over, knelt in front of him, pulled the cord on his pyjamas and took his penis in my mouth. His ejaculation was almost instantaneous. I sucked until he had finished and that's when I kissed him. His cum was still all round my lips and that set the tone for everything that has happened since. After we had held each other for a while I got hold of his hand and took him back to our bed."

After taking another sip of her drink my wife looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to hear more. Not trusting my voice I just nodded. "I wanted him in me the moment that we were in bed and he was ready," she went on with a faraway look in her eyes. "I thought that as he had just climaxed he would be able to go on for a long time without losing control but it didn't seem to make any difference. Rod's saving grace is that he recovers so quickly. Loads of times he has shot what feels like a weeks supply of cum up me and then his cock gone stiff again still inside me - even when he takes it out I hardly have time to take a breath before it's digging into me again. He really does have a beautiful cock. I'd like to suck it for hours but I don't get the chance because every time that I get into a nice rhythm I find that I have to start swallowing like mad. Did I mention the quantities of spunk that he shoots out - and it doesn't seem to get much less no matter how many times he does it. I love watching it coming out of him like a fountain, all thick and white - you know I think the first squirt almost reaches the ceiling."

The picture that my wife was painting was far too vivid for me to remain silent. "And all because he's got an extra long cock," I said bitterly.

"It's the thickness rather than the length because it is very thick," Aimee corrected me. "Anyway, his penis is only a small part of the attraction. I think that what gets to me more is his boundless energy and the sheer joy he gets out of it. It's just a whole lot of fun and it makes me feel like a teenager again. We have done everything that it is possible to do and he has had me everywhere that we could think of - on the terrace, everywhere downstairs including the kitchen, by the pool, actually in the water and even out in the woods. You see everything is so new to him and he is like a child let loose in wonderland."

"That's because he is a child," I said dryly.

"Well he has certainly enjoyed some very adult pleasures," my wife shot back. "Do you know what rimming is? I read about it a couple of years ago in a book that turned out to be pornographic and not romantic. I wanted to try it out on you but I knew you would wonder where I learned a trick like that. Well Rod loves it, it drives him crazy but If I do it even the slightest bit too much he squirts his deposit all over the bedclothes and that is such a waste."

"How did you manage to do your fornicating all over the place without being seen by the other two - I hope to hell that Tony doesn't know what you have been doing with his pal?" I asked, trying to make the disapproval in my voice seem for a non-personal reason.

"It was easy. The first two or three days we only did it in the bedroom at night with Rod creeping up to me when Tony and Zoë were safely in bed together. But then Tony asked if we minded him taking Zoë places by himself and that became the routine. From then on we could fuck all afternoon and then all night as well. Athletes talk about going through the pain barrier but I went through the soreness barrier."

I couldn't take any more so held up my hand to end her 'confession'. "OK, I said, "You have had a lot of fun and as you correctly pointed I have no right to reproach you - even though your lover is young enough to be your son and in another six years that could be grandson.
It has happened and I'm not going to cry about it but it is over. Rod goes home tomorrow. I am not going to make a scene and I will find a plausible excuse but I don't want him to be still around when I leave on Monday night."

Aimee was shaking her head. "Rod is not being sent home," she said emphatically.

"Can't do without his youthful virility," I said scathingly.

"I can't deny that I would miss him a great deal but that is not the reason that I won't let you throw him out," she said quietly. "I honestly don't think that I have done Rod any harm but he is in a very vulnerable condition. I had hoped that it would finish naturally at the end of the holiday or more likely when you are with us for the whole week. If I have to stop it sooner I want to let him down gently instead of chopping him off suddenly."

I could follow her logic but my feelings had priority over his. "He's still got to go," I repeated. "How do you think I will feel stuck at the other end of Europe and knowing that he is pumping his oversized organ into you at any given moment?"

"And how to you think I felt all these years knowing that you were with your lady friends?"

"It's not the same. With me away all week how could you know what I was doing at any given moment but from what you have just told me, that young stud is inside you almost continuously."

"Don't you think that I know the hours when you are relaxing? Anyway - I have got an instinct about it - can you deny that since you were last with me, some other woman has shared your bed."

My astute wife had me cold and that was just damn bad luck. During the first ten years I had been every bit as bad as Aimee had suggested but since then I had slowed down a lot. At the start I would get a high-class escort whenever my expenses could stand it but there was no real need because at every good hotel there are a bevy of very attractive women who will put out for an expensive meal. I am not claiming that I have been celibate away from home during the last decade but I have only gone with females who caught my fancy rather than simply finding an available hole for my dick. It is ironic that for the last six months I had not indulged at all until the weekend in the middle of my fortnight away. Then I was closeted with a female who was so persistent with her availability that in the end it was easier to accept than continue finding excuses. Undressed I found her far too thin for my taste and the second night I couldn't even get it up.

"If it makes you feel any better I needed to cut down anyway because Tony is getting a bit suspicious," my wife told me gently when I didn't reply. "Early yesterday I heard him remark to Rod that the bed in Zoë's room never seemed to be slept in and last night at dinner he asked me where Rod and I got to during the day because we never brought back brochures or souvenirs and didn't even take photographs. Actually we do take a lot of Polaroid's but we always burn them - Rod does like taking snaps of me with my face and tits all messy."

Soon after this, tired from my journey, the weight of what I had been told and the not unconnected quantity of alcohol consumed I fell asleep. I woke refreshed, had a leisurely hot drink and then it was time for bed. We went upstairs together following a marriage long practice but once in bed lay side my side not touching. Part of me badly wanted to make love to Aimee but another did not want to touch her with a barge-pole. It may have been better in another bed because images of what had occurred in that place during my absence seemed to permeate the atmosphere. In the end the stirrings of my groin had the greater imperative so I tentatively reached out a hand to rest on her vulva but then I froze. Instead of the hairy mound familiar for a score of years, it felt silkily smooth with just a narrow strip of hair down the centre. Sensing my shock, Aimee explained, "We went shopping and Rod bought me a couple of bikinis like Zoë wears and I couldn't wear them the way I was. He helped me shave - actually he did it all for me."

I have been with many women who customise their pubic area in this was, if fact it is becoming the modern fashion but it did not accord with my long held image of my wife. It seemed to me that in this way he had put his mark on her and that decided me. With growing rage I rolled roughly on top only for Aimee to hold me away saying, "It's only fair to tell you that I was with him less than four hours ago." It did not stop me - in fact I had plunged viciously into her before she finished speaking. I was like a bull. I went on and on. I wanted to cum but clamped down my mind, determined not to let it end until I had obliterated all traces of the young interloper from my wife's body.





One week later I drove in darkness along the lanes approaching the villa, filled with mixed feelings. On the one hand there was anticipation of my coming week of relaxation but I was also wondering if Aimee had enjoyed further contact with Rod. Suddenly my headlights picked up a figure at the side of the road. As drew closer he stepped forward holding up his hand and I saw that it was Tony. When I stopped he climbed in beside me without greeting but as I started to accelerate away he asked quietly if I would pull in somewhere before we reached the villa. A couple of hundred yards further on there was a lay-by so I stopped, switched on the courtesy light and turned to face him.

My son sat biting his lip for over a minute before saying, "I don't know how to tell you this dad but Rod has been screwing Mum." He continued to look unhappily at me for a couple of seconds and then his face changed. "You knew didn't you," he accused.

“I found out last week,” I murmured, confirming his suspicion.

There were tears in his voice as he said reproachfully, "You knew and you did nothing about it - if you had kicked the bastard out a week ago then he wouldn't have fucked Zoë as well. Sorry." That last was his due to his upbringing and automatic after having inadvertently said the F-word.

There was nothing I could say so I fumbled for a cigarette and lit it. Tony's eyes had followed my every move so as an afterthought I offered him one and he took it gratefully. This was the first time that he had smoked in my presence but it was an unusual situation. "Are you sure about Rod and Zoë?" I asked.

"I'm not certain but I'm pretty sure," he said sadly. "I came out of the woods and they were sitting together on the patio. She looked completely naked, they were snogging and he was playing with her tits. They didn't know I was there and as I got closer I could hear Rod saying, ' - pack my bags tomorrow. I can hardly stay now because Tony is sure to grass to his dad the first chance he gets'. Then Zoë said, 'With me leaving Monday, that means that you can have me all to yourself for nearly a week until Tony gets back'. I think he has shagged her don't you?"

At this point my son started to choke up so I placed a hand on his shoulder and said gently, "Perhaps you had better tell me everything from the start."

Tony took a moment to collect himself and then told me, "Early this afternoon I took Zoë for a walk. We were looking for somewhere to make love because it was probably our last chance with you coming back and her leaving after the weekend. We found somewhere but the condoms weren't in my pocket and she won't do it without. So we went back to the villa intending to go in the pool to cool down but there was no-one there. We assumed that Mum and Rod had disappeared somewhere together as they're always doing and this gave us another chance. I looked in my other trousers for the condoms but they weren't there either so I must have lost them. Well Zoë wanted it as much as me and she asked, 'What do your parents use?' I didn't know - I didn't even know if you and mum still - you know. Then Zoë said, 'Maybe there's some in their bedroom - mine keep theirs in the little dressing table drawer. If there are plenty, they won't miss a couple, my folks never do.' So we went to look."

My tormented son needed to take a deep breath before continuing, "When we opened the bedroom door, mum and Rod were lying naked on the bed. There weren't actually doing it but you could tell that they had just stopped. We got out of there quick. Zoë was laughing and saying, 'Did you see the size of his cock?' but I didn't think it was funny. In a kind of daze I went out to the side of the pool and after a minute or so mum dashed out, jumped into the car and drove off. I couldn't face the other two, in particular I couldn't stand the thought of Rod bragging and joking about it so I wandered off into the woods. My mind was all mixed up and I didn't know what to do. I knew that you ought to know but on the other hand I didn't want to sneak on mum. I wandered about for about six hours until I decided that mum would almost certainly have to tell you herself. I came back just as it was getting dark and found that Rod had done it to my girlfriend as well."

We sat in silence following the conclusion to his tale until Tony said, "It's the size of his bloody cock isn't it. At school, in the showers, the other lads call him 'Donkey Kong'. One guy said, "It's a criminal waste - a dong like that and he's no eff-ing idea what to do with it'. Well he was wrong wasn't he?" my son concluded ruefully.

"Well Rod is older than you," I said in my best consoling voice. I didn't honestly know what that had to do with anything but I had to say something.

"But he's not - he is nearly eleven months younger than me," Tony protested. “He's still only sixteen but he is so smart that they moved him up a year."

Sixteen!!! It was like a punch in the guts. I was consumed with envy asking why I hadn’t had the luck to be seduced by an attractive older woman when I was sixteen. In fact I was fully a year older when I lost my virginity and that in far less auspicious circumstances. The girl was plain, bespectacled and plump but with the reputation of giving it to all and sundry. The act took place in the open, in the dark and lying on damp grass with the whole thing necessarily hurried due to fear of discovery. I remember walking home feeling on top of the world but now I was hearing that a lad a year younger than I had spent three weeks in a luxury villa fucking my wife with all the leisure and privacy that he could possibly hope for. Life was not fair.

*

When we entered the villa Aimee, Zoë and Rod were all sitting waiting for us seated on separate pieces of furniture and I noted that there was a zipped holdall by the side of the young man’s chair. The moment that I appeared, Rod and said politely, “I know that I won’t be welcome anymore so I’ve already packed ready to leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

“That’s not good enough,” I told him calmly, “I want you out of here tonight which is why I’m going to drive you to the nearest hotel.”

I came to that decision on the spur of the moment because I couldn’t think of any sleeping arrangement that was equitable for all interested parties. I knew that it would be cruelly unfair to have to listen to Rod and Zoë together and I had no confidence about which partner that promiscuous young lady would chose. To my surprise Zoë piped up to say, “Can I go too, my bag is packed as well and I would rather travel with Rod than fly home by myself?”

I glanced back, half expecting a protest from Tony, thinking he might want a chance to reclaim her, win her back whatever but he stood there silently, gazing straight ahead stony faced.

So that is what happened. Zoë rode beside me in the passenger seat with Rod in the rear and not a single word was spoken during the whole journey. I booked them into the same hotel but at least went through the motion of paying for separate rooms. As we parted, I think that Rod almost offered to shake hand before thinking better of it. Zoë did blurt out “Thank you for having me,” but then blushed bright red as she realised her poor choice of words. By the time that I got back to the Villa both my wife and son were fast asleep.

We packed up and returned home the next day.

Aftermath

After we got home it was awkward to say the least. Although Tony went through the motions of acting the loving son, it was plain that he had lost a lot of respect for both his mother and me. After two months, as soon as he was eighteen, he moved out and got himself a flat, with a degree of parental financial support. Within six months, I’m pleased to say, he had acquired a live in girl friend, less pretty than her predecessor but hopefully a degree more loyal. I heard on the grapevine that Rod and Zoë became an item for nearly a year before breaking up with mutual accusations of cheating.

After resuming my travelling lifestyle, I was very aware that, home alone with Tony gone, Aimee had almost unlimited opportunity to indulge her newly acquired tastes but this possibility was never discussed when I was at home. While away, I’m not saying that I behaved like a monk but sexual encounters with available females became few and far between. To be honest I preferred lying in bed imagining what my wife might be doing at that moment.


This short tale is in the way of a sample. I have accumulated quite a number of stories on the literary erotica site under the UKResearcher name. All involve wives having sex with another man or men and I think that those who visit OHW might easily enjoy reading them. My special niche could be described as Reluctant Cuckold. This particular example will not appear there.

[altbeir]

yes a very well told story thanks for sharing . the library usually doesn't get as many comments as other forums so don't be discouraged. i'm sure your other stories will be appreciated.

[OOAA]

Great story!!!!!

[mikeandrewsballs]

I found UK's stuff on the site-that-shall-not-be-named some time ago. I can really recommend it.

@UK, you can put your page there as your 'Website' on your profile here.