It was meant to be a holiday to get away from everything. To forget about the stress and endless worrying concerning our attempts to start a family. But that’s not how it turned out.

Joanna and I had recently turned 30 and we had spent over two years trying to conceive our first child after five happy years of marriage. We had both got to the age of 28 when we decided that we were both financially secure and were ready to become a family. After 18 months of wonderful uninhibited sex, we had eventually gone to see a specialist to see why Joanna wasn’t conceiving. After many tests it was found that I had a low sperm count, but Joanna on the other hand was as fertile as could be.

We arrived home from our last appointment with the specialist numb and disbelieving. How could this happen to us we asked ourselves? This was something that happened to other people, not to us. We had assumed it would be so easy to conceive a child. How wrong we were!

And so, we had decided to take a break, to have a holiday somewhere warm. Ten days relaxing and trying to forget about babies and all the heartache that we had endured over the last two years. We had come to this wonderful Spanish island in late September and the temperatures were still in the high twenties. The resort we had selected had a beach with over three miles of golden sand lapped by a wonderfully warm sea.

The beach was wonderfully hedonistic with many people shunning clothes altogether and Joanna was more than happy to go topless. I had to admit she looked fantastic in a skimpy bikini bottom which showed her hourglass figure to perfection. Her ample breasts were on full display whilst the skimpy fabric of her bikini bottom did little to hide or disguise the neatly trimmed dark brown bush that adorned her prominent mons Venus.

By the fifth day of our holiday, we were both starting to acquire a tan, but Joanna in particular had managed to get a light brown glow to her body. She had always loved the sea, and it was very difficult to keep her out of the water for any length of time. I must admit that I enjoyed watching her lithe form frolic and splash in the water. I also became aware that her lovely body was drawing the eyes and attention of a number of men, but I really couldn’t blame them. After all she was quite a spectacle flaunting her athletic body to everybody.

On the sixth day when we went to the beach, we noticed that the wind had picked up and the waves were bigger than normal. This however didn’t deter Joanna from going into the sea although I did feel compelled to keep an eye on her given the size of the waves. As careful as she was eventually the inevitable happened and she got knocked over by a big wave. I could see her on her knees trying to regain her senses from the thorough dousing she had received. Suddenly out of nowhere an athletic looking man strode into the water stretched out his arm and helped Joanna to her feet.

Wiping the salt water and wet hair from her eyes she gazed at the stranger who had so gallantly helped her. I could see her smiling at the stranger and then standing facing each other, I could see that they were both in conversation. After a few minutes the man pointed to the incoming waves and said something to Joanna. I have no idea what they were saying, but the man reached out his arm and took Joanna’s hand and then the pair of them headed back into the waves.

I didn’t know what to think as the stranger walked hand in hand into the waves with my wife. I could see the next big wave approaching them and wondered what was going to happen. As the wave broke on to the man, he pulled my wife close and held her as the wave washed across them. As I was trying to process all of this, the next wave was rapidly approaching and much to my amazement as it hit them, the man pulled Joanna towards him again and she lept on to him with her legs spread wide around his waist and her arms around his neck. At the same time, I could hear her shriek as the wave and surf crushed around them.

For a moment time seemed to stand still. There was Joanna embracing this man who was not her husband, with her athletic legs wrapped around his waist! With her hands around his neck, her wonderful breasts were mashed against his hairy chest. When the sea calmed briefly, I watched as my embarrassed wife tried to disentangle herself from the stranger. It was not lost on me however that as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and slid off him, the stranger deliberately inserted his muscular thigh against her, and I could imagine that her skimpy bikini did nothing to lessen the sensation of her cunt rubbing against his muscular hairy leg as she slid off him.

Smiling as if nothing had happened, the stranger once again took Joanna by the hand and led her out of the sea. They just managed to beat the next incoming wave and emerged from the surf still hand in hand like a couple without a care in the world. I could see that Joanna had now regained some composure and breaking free from his hand was pointing to where I was sitting on the beach. They were clearly heading my way. As they approached, I could see them talking again and as they got closer, I could see that the man was probably in his forties or perhaps even fifties. Notwithstanding this I could see that he had a superb body. He had to be just over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. With muscular arms and legs, he was obviously very fit.

As they closed the last few meters towards me, I also couldn’t help noticing the very prominent bulge in his swim costume. In fact, the wet stretchy fabric did little to cover or contain what was inside and it gave the impression of a bag of potatoes, the contents moving around as he walked along. My musings over his athletic body were interrupted by Joanna who said “James, you’ll never guess what happened, I got knocked over by a wave and this hero, that is Pedro, rescued me.”

“I know love, I watched your antics in the water with some amusement.”

“Oh” replied my blushing wife, “It didn’t mean anything, I was just scared by the waves suddenly and well, I leapt on Pedro in alarm.”

Before I could answer, Pedro cut in, “I was glad to be of help. These waters can be quite rough and well I never like to see anyone in distress.”

Yes, I thought to myself, especially an attractive bare breasted woman!

“Anyway” gushed Joanna, “I said I would buy him a drink at the bar to say thank you, I hope you don’t mind?”

“No, not at all, I will pack up our things here and we can all go.”

Joanna looked nervously at us both and biting her lip she replied, “Actually James, I was just going to take Pedro by myself while you stay and look after all our things. I won’t be long.”

“Oh, I see” I replied somewhat lamely. As I was thinking of some reason to object to my wife going off for a drink with a stranger, Joanna said,

“You did say that I needed to get out more and well, meet more people and be more adventurous, and so I thought I would.”

I sat there like an idiot, trying to formulate some response, some words, some logical riposte as to why it was wholly inappropriate for my wife to go off with a stranger semi naked. But I failed! Utterly failed to say anything. I just watched as Joanna grabbed her purse and then with a quick peck on my cheek, she set off with Pedro to the bar that was located some 30m behind our location on the beach. Pedro gave me a smirk that basically said ‘you’re not going to do anything about it are you? You’re not going to object or stop us’.

And he was right, I just watched them stroll across to the bar as if they were a couple. Watched her gorgeous pert bum sway as she walked. As they queued up at the bar to order their drinks I watched as Pedro put his hand on Joanna’s bum and she did nothing to object! They sat at a table and whilst sipping their drinks began an animated conversation. I lost track of time, but every time I cast a jealous glance their way, I could see them laughing and smiling. Pedro kept leaning over and touching Joanna, nothing over the top, but just little touches to her arms and shoulders.

Eventually the inevitable happened and he leant over and kissed Joanna. I say inevitable because it was clear that he was hell bent on seducing my wife. Joanna looked a little taken aback, but I was amazed that there was no stronger rebuke. No slap to the face, not even a ‘well that was nice Pedro, but now I must get back to my husband.’ Instead, she gazed into his eyes and then he stood and stretched out his hand for her to take. She obeyed his silent command and stood up and then taking his hand followed him as they exited the bar area.

I saw her glance over her shoulder towards where I was, but given the number of people on the beach, the brief glance was never going to catch my anguished face. Where the hell were they going I wondered? I had no know! So, I packed up our things and set off after them, weaving my way between the hundreds of fellow sun seekers. I could see them heading for a row of bamboo cabanas at the back of the beach by the sand dunes. I had thought them deserted when I’d explored the beach previously, but perhaps they weren’t. If so, why were they heading there?

As I cleared the last row of people on the beach, I was still some 70 to 80m from the cabanas, but I was just in time to see Pedro lead my wife into one of these ramshackle structures. My heart was beating rapidly as I slowly began to realise what was happening and as I approached the cabana that they had entered, I glanced round to make sure no one else was around. Much to my relief they weren’t, we were too far away from the sea and the bars for people to be taking any interest. I crept round the side of the cabana and saw that the rickety structure had a few gaps in the bamboo slats.

Steeling myself, I looked through the gap and was saddened but perhaps not surprised to see Pedro and Joanna kissing passionately. As I watched, he slid his hands down to her bikini bottoms and pushed them down her long legs. Standing up to face her I could see his smile as Joanna did the same to him and pushed his trunks down. I almost gasped aloud when the reason for his ‘bag of potatoes look’ became apparent. He was extremely well endowed with a big cock and huge pendulous balls that hung down heavy and swollen. My attempt at muffling my gasp of surprise was however masked by Joanna saying, “My goodness Pedro, I didn’t know they made them this big.”

Pedro smiled and said, “Bigger than your husband Joanna?”

There was no hesitation as she replied, “Oh yes, much bigger, there’s no comparison, I mean...”

“It’s okay Joanna, I’m only teasing, I know that I am better endowed than most men.”

Sinking to her knees and grasping his now thickening cock, I watched spellbound as my wife took him into her lovely mouth and started to lick and suck Pedro. I could hear his loud sigh of pleasure as he looked down at this wife, my wife pleasured him. I knew from personal experience that no one could withstand my wife’s oral talents for long and I waited for him to spew his load. He obviously had other ideas however and with some effort got Joanna to let go of his now rampant cock. Pulling her to her feet, he guided her to a large wooden cot type bed at the rear of the cabana and pushed her onto the old mattress.