Finally, that long-awaited summer vacation has arrived. Why so long-awaited? Not because we go on vacation once a year, but because this is the first time we’ve been on vacation without our kids. Far from thinking how bad it was all those years when the kids went on vacation with us, all those years I’ve been unconsciously imagining what it would be like one day when the kids were older and no longer went with us. I imagined more of a real vacation in an apartment or hotel room, less time on the beach, longer walks and dinners, and much more sightseeing. Not to mention those moments when I imagined myself alone with my wife making love not only in our apartment or hotel room, but also in some remote places and secluded beaches, or like some horny teenagers in a car after a night out. All those fantasies this summer were planned to become reality.

Since we have visited almost all the Mediterranean tourist countries in our lives, I knew exactly what kind of place we would need now. This time we decided to allow economy and budget overruns. The decision fell on the French Riviera.

This time, the choice of location and accommodation did not have to be adapted to the children, but exclusively to us. Therefore, we chose an apartment on a hill overlooking the sea, in a secluded area, about fifteen minutes drive from the city and ten to the nearest beach. Peace and quiet were finally what we could afford. Our accommodation was a two-story house with 2 apartments, one on the ground floor and one on the first floor. There was a swimming pool in front and a pine forest provided shade in the middle of the summer heat.

The arrival itself was strange, after so many years of traveling with children, instead of a sense of freedom, we had a feeling that something was missing. As soon as we settled into the apartment, we realized – we don’t have to do anything, there are no obligations. We will eat when we feel like eating, sleep when we feel like sleeping, go to the beach if we feel like it and – of course, after a long time we will be able to enjoy sex whenever we want.

Already in the first two days we got into a new routine. What was often in our minds – “we will sleep until noon” did not happen because we would both wake up at 9 o’clock. With those other things opposite to sleep, things looked a little better. Of course, I did not think that at this age I would be fucking my wife 3-5 times a day, while our routine at home is 2-3 times a month, but already on the first morning, lying in bed while she was ready to get out of bed, I felt an erection and gently pulled her back into bed. She put her hand over her panties on my dick which was at 75% hardness, which is some kind of optimal hardness in recent years, but I expected 100% and maybe that knocked my confidence down a little. While she was gently jerking it off for me, I lifted her short shirt she was sleeping in and touched her breasts. Yes, I must boast that my wife has really big breasts and therefore pronounced nipples, which became hard at my touch.

“Ugh, she’s already horny and I’m only 75%” went through my head. I immediately activated plan b and laid her on her back and leaned over her on my knees. I took off my panties and squeezed my cock with my hand hoping that would turn her on even more and then I lay on top of her and kissed her on the mouth, our tongues danced like they used to and my hand traveled to her crotch. I could already feel the moisture through her white panties. I continued to kiss her and went lower and lower, passing over her breasts with swollen nipples, a thicker belly and wider hips that made a woman in her late forties even sexier, until I reached her panties. Understanding my intentions, she lifted her ass, her big ass, and made it easier for me to take off my panties. Her pussy was carefully shaved in the bikini area, just the way I wanted it. My mouth immediately rushed to that beautiful pussy with its rather wide lips and pronounced clitoris.

It had been a long time since I had licked her, and giving her oral pleasure might be a good compensation for that only 75%. It seemed that my wife really liked sucking her clitoris and licking her entire pussy and pushing her tongue into the already open hole. She spread her legs and moaned softly after a long time doing it at this time of day while the room was lit by daylight and her body was exposed in passion. In that position with my head bent in her crotch, my hands were in an unnatural position wrapped around her hips, resting on my elbows, perfectly squeezing her breasts. I didn’t want to change my position and give her additional pleasure with my fingers so as not to spoil the moment, patiently waiting for me to bring her to climax, but she beat me to it and said in a voice broken with lust, “I want it, give it to me!”

Since she was clearly close to climax, I was pretty sure I would be able to hold out without coming before and that an incomplete erection would still be enough. I immediately positioned myself on top of her and she beat me to it and took my cock, which had become shorter with age but was still quite short, and pushed it into her wet and open pussy. I entered her and stayed deep inside her and kissed her at the same time, we were fucking each other like we hadn’t in a long time, saliva was dripping from our mouths, and the cock in her pussy began to move following the movements of her body. I twisted as her lower body demanded. At first, I just followed her movements and then I intensified. I felt my cock swelling in her pussy. She closed her eyes and I intensified the fucking. There was no need to change positions and prolong the pleasure; it was obvious that my wife was going to cum, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have lasted any longer. Her jaw began to shake, and her moans turned into faster but shorter sighs. At that moment the kissing stopped. She was still squinting, and I used all my strength to show her pussy my strength. A flood in her pussy and a longer and louder sigh were the sign that my wife was coming. Then I released all the brakes and started to expel sperm inside her vagina.

I rolled onto my back next to her. We were both gasping. When our eyes met, we both laughed. Her big tits fell on the bed, each on its own side. The hair on her pussy glistened in the sunlight that was streaming into the room, cum was dripping from her pussy onto the bed. I stood up and handed her a towel, and she dried herself off.

I don’t remember when I’ve been so free to walk around naked. I opened the balcony door and when I stepped onto the balcony she said, “Oh, don’t go naked, you know the owners said there were other guests downstairs.”

Yes, I forgot about that fact because there was no sign of anyone below us in the other apartment. I went out a little bit anyway and when I made sure there was no one in the yard I went out naked onto the balcony. The front side had a view of the sea and the side had a dense pine forest. There was nothing nearby, in front of the yard there was a small pool and deck chairs.

“There’s no one, come!” I told her. She cautiously went out and when she made sure no one had joined me on the balcony. I looked at my newly fucked wife standing shyly on the balcony, Her face was shining with pleasure and her eyes showed happiness. But not only happiness, but in her I saw again that girl of about twenty, with an open mind, whom I had fallen in love with.

“Maybe these people down there are still sleeping or went to the sea.” she said quietly and then we retreated to the apartment. It was hot, we closed the door and turned up the air conditioning.

Later we went to the beach, and in the evening we went sightseeing in the city and its gastronomic offerings. We had planned to stay longer in the city and try the night life, but after dinner and wine, tiredness from the beach and walking, but also age took its toll, so we decided to return to the apartment and immediately fell asleep.

I slept for an unusually long time. Neither the sun that penetrated the room nor the noise of the crickets disturbed my sleep. I didn’t even hear my wife get up, make coffee, and talk to the children. Feeling groggy from sleep, I needed a certain amount of coffee, and a walk around the city would have been good despite the heat. We got ready and went into town and drank coffee in the central square. Apart from reading the news on our phones, our conversation was constant, and the topics changed like clockwork, as always. It was obvious that we were both relaxed and stress-free. Our biggest concern was how the children would cope at home alone. When I say children, I don’t mean children, but older teenagers, but to us they are always children.

“It really seems like we are alone in the house, we have been here for three days and I haven’t heard or seen anyone down in the ground floor apartment yet,” I said, adjusting my hat and moving my chair so that the sun wouldn’t hit my uncovered body parts.

“No, I heard talking and music last night at one point in the night, but I just turned away and continued sleeping.” she denied me.

“But it’s strange, there’s no car parked...” I said quietly in an irrelevant tone because it really didn’t matter to us, so we immediately moved on to another topic.

We spent the afternoon on the beach. Although it was already quite late, we found a set of deck chairs with an umbrella and settled in. The only interruption to lying down and reading books was to set up the umbrella and apply suntan oil. The water was a bit too cold for my thin constitution, so I only went into the sea once, but my wife, who had a bit more body fat, was able to stay in the water without any problems.

We then returned to the apartment, went to dinner, and walked around the city. It seemed like we had settled into a routine. We returned to the apartment a little after midnight. I was less tired so I suggested we sit by the pool and have a glass of wine. She accepted and soon we were down in front of the house, poured glasses, and sat on plastic chairs. I played music on my cell phone and said that obviously the others were not in the apartment so our conversation and music would not be a problem.

“It seems that our neighbors are young people because they are obviously still sleeping while we are awake. When we go for coffee and a walk, they probably already go to the beach and go to the nightlife later and come back late”, she concluded.

“Hmm, yes. It seems that you are right. And the fact that they do not have a car suggests that they are younger because many rent a car companies do not rent cars even to those under 25 years of age”, I agreed with her.

The evening was extremely hot. Although it was midnight, it was very warm because there was no that famous breeze. Even just sitting was enough to make me sweat slightly and I was only wearing shorts. I looked into the pool and occasionally touched the water with my foot to assess how comfortable the temperature was if I decided to jump in. She was wearing a long, short-sleeved T-shirt and underwear. The kind of T-shirt that covers her butt and ends halfway down her thighs, and I said to her, “Well, we’re alone, take off your T-shirt when it’s so hot.”

“Hmm, I’m in my underwear and we’re not alone...” she said shyly.

“Well, obviously we’re alone, the neighbors are in the nightlife, after all, you’re wearing your underwear, you’re not naked,” I encouraged her to take off her clothes. Actually, I had intended to talk her into jumping into the pool with me, but knowing her, I know that would be difficult, so I didn’t say anything.

However, she took off her T-shirt and stayed in her underwear. She looked sexy, and I immediately remembered the morning sex we had the day before. Otherwise, you could say that my wife looks like a normal forty-six-year-old woman. Her curves, both front and back, are her assets, and the extra few kilos are an asset that makes her even sexier.

“Shall we jump in the water?” I asked.

“No, I’m fine like this.”, She took a sip of wine.

I got up from the chair and sat on the edge of the pool, and put my feet in the water, hesitating whether to jump in or not. I was wearing shorts, not swimsuits, but since we were alone, there was no reason to take them off if I decided to get in the water. I looked a little at her and a little at myself, wondering how I looked in other people’s eyes. Since I was approaching fifty, it’s true that I’m not fat, but I haven’t exercised my whole life, I work a sedentary job, and that’s why I don’t have muscle mass, but I notice that my beer belly is getting bigger and bigger every year. And just when I thought that, I pulled my stomach in and it looked pretty good then, but when I exhaled, it was the same again. I became more satisfied with the appearance of my face recently when I came to terms with baldness and shaved my head, and at my wife’s urging, I grew a beard.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car not far from the house. From the sound, it was clear that the car had stopped about a hundred meters from the house, the slamming of the door could only mean one thing – our neighbors were returning home. There was no other house nearby, so it had to be them. Nina immediately put on her T-shirt, and I got up and looked into the distance to make sure that someone was really coming. Yes, we were right. A young couple, perhaps only a little older than our children, were approaching the house. They were walking slowly and talking. Even from a distance, I could see that it was a blond guy in his early twenties and a very slim young girl, scantily dressed, struggling to walk in high heels on the bumpy road.

I didn’t want to stare at them, so I sat down on a chair. I could hear them talking, but I didn’t fully recognize the language, I just assumed it was some Scandinavian language.

As they approached, Nina and I looked at each other. I wondered if I should stand up and greet them or stay seated and wait for their reaction. Since they were much younger than us, I thought that anything more than a greeting was unnecessary. After all, we were the ones sitting and they were coming, so it would be their turn to greet us, but putting ourselves in their shoes would probably give the impression that we were grumpy and uncommunicative old people. I decided to stand up and greet them unobtrusively, just enough to give the impression of normal, friendly people.