This was our second time having fun since we had been married.  We had an MMF experience some years earlier but this was our next chapter. There had been parties and small stuff but the next time it got serious was with a guy named Barry. 

Barry was independently wealthy. We had been introduced by a stunning girl I worked with. When I say stunning she was, oh my God, beautiful. Anyway, she invited us down to the coast telling us there was this rich dude who had a pad on the beach and we could hang out and party.

At that stage, I was about twenty-eight and M was twenty-three.  She was quite gorgeous with hair down to the middle of her back, about 5 foot 8, and in good shape.  She had beautiful tits and always wore a g-sting as her only choice of underwear (if any) leaving her tits to jiggle freely for all to see.

We went down to the coast and it was beautiful. His apartment was right on the beach. There was a pool out the front and views forever. 

Barry was a very accommodating host and we always had lots of party time. As soon as we turned up drinks started flowing. There were lots of innuendo and conversations were topically and typically sexy, bordering on crude which we loved. 

We visited several times and he insisted that we take his bedroom since we were a couple and it had a king bed and ensuite (looking back now I think he was filming!).

We would go out often on a Saturday night, either to a restaurant or the casino. Barry would always escort my wife and direct her to our destination by having his hand on her backside. He would have been feeling her G-string as well.

One night we had been out to a very exclusive restaurant. We went back to his with lots of drinks and decided to hit the pool and spa. It was a beautiful night with the waves rolling in and little breeze. We all went for a swim (in our swimmers) and then headed for the poolside spa.

My wife (M) had a lovely one piece that was very low cut from the shoulder almost down to her waist which allowed a beautiful side boob view. She was a B to C cup so really sexy. The back wasn't a thong but it was high and brief.

We all took turns to go inside for fresh drinks and if it was my turn I would go inside and give them time and then look out to see if anything was going on in the pool. But every time I came back from getting drinks nothing seemed to have occurred.

There were times through the evening when M was feeling my cock and several times she took a mouthful of champagne and bobbed under the water and sucked me.

As the night went on she was sitting between us and was giving me a handjob. She was pumping my cock and then reaching down and fondling my balls.  I was in heaven but had no idea that Barry was getting the same treatment sitting on the other side of my wife.  I went to slip my hand into her top to feel her left breast which was next to me but his hand was already there inside her low cut one-piece.  

I sat there realising that another man was feeling my wife’s tits. Was I upset or turned on?  Considering that she was feeling my cock, I decided it was a good thing and he was just feeling her tits.

I started feeling her other breast since he was busy on her left one.  I was quite turned on knowing that Barry was feeling her up but thought that he was only feeling her tits.

I moved my hand from her breast to feel her pussy.  It was also occupied. I wanted to slip my hand down and finger her pussy but Barry was already doing that.  It was such a turn on.  I moved my hand up to where he was feeling her breasts under her one-piece and then move my hand down to feel him playing with her pussy and fingering her.

I then sat back and let her play with my cock.  She had a lovely rhythm going and I reached across her and felt that she had the same rhythm with both arms, clearly Barry was getting a handjob too.

The manager of the apartments kicked us out shortly after. We went up to the apartment and I tried to fuck her and was told to go to sleep.

Later that night I woke up and she wasn't there. I searched the apartment but couldn't find either of them.

M started to discourage me from going back to Barry's soon after this.  About three months later she showed me a letter that she had sent him saying she didn't want further contact.

Two years or so later I got a job on one of our Island resorts. It was Valentine's Day so we took a risk (I was a manager) and went to one of the guest spas. We had talked over the years about what went on that night. She always admitted that she was sitting between us and feeling both our cocks but that night was the first time she admitted he had got his dick inside her.  She said that she told him that she wasn’t on the pill so he had to pull out.

I then remembered that she woke me up early that morning after the spa with Barry and took me out to the balcony adjoining the bedroom and fucked me making sure I came inside her.

Pretty sure she fucked him that night and pretty sure she had a three month affair with him.

What do you think?