My wife (Sue) and I took a week's holiday in Fiji a few years ago. It was August, a very popular time to get away for us Kiwis to go somewhere warm, as we would have endured about three months of shitty weather by that time of the year. We had booked a room at a Fijian resort hotel, rated 5 Star (Probably only 4 Star in other countries). We chose this destination because they had a promoted low-cost week, including complimentary breakfasts, lunches, and Scuba dive trips. Also, there was an All Black - Australia rugby test on the Saturday night of our stay, and they were pushing the fact they had a large projector screen to show the Game.
We flew up and checked into the resort on a Thursday at around 2:00 pm. And once unpacked, we spent a couple of hours by the pool. Checking out the other guests, I saw that most were around the same age as us or older, and I guessed that they were all there on the same promotion. By the accents, I surmised that 30% were Kiwis, 40% Australians, and the rest of the guests were Americans or Europeans.
When we returned to our room around 4:30, we found three young men had arrived at the unit next to ours.
They were sitting around the picnic table in front of their unit, already drinking beers. I introduced Sue and myself, and they told us to come and sit with them and have a beer. We said maybe later, as we needed to shower and freshen up for dinner. I noticed they were taking admiring glances at Sue, especially when she turned to go into our unit. Six eyes locked onto her shapely rear end as she walked away. I smiled inwardly at this, knowing that, like many other husbands, I appreciate guys taking an interest in my wife. Also, I like many husbands, am slightly interested in wondering what it would be like to see my wife fucked by another guy (or even a couple of guys). I certainly have had this fantasy, but I know my wife would never entertain that, and I'm not sure if I could handle it if the opportunity ever cropped up.
When we exited our unit half an hour later to go to the bar before dinner, the guys were still out front drinking. They called for us to join them and offered us a beer. So we pulled a couple of our deck chairs over and sat with them, saying we would have one drink. But I declined their beer, saying we had some duty-free alcohol we had brought with us. And ducked back into our unit and made us a couple of Southern Comforts & Dry. When I returned with our drinks, I saw that the boys had moved around so that they were sitting on each side of Sue, and my chair was on the opposite side of the table.
The conversation was initially around who, where and what we did. The guy on Sue's right was James, the best-looking of the three of them (although they were all very presentable young men). The two to her left were Kevin & Tim. They were all in the same rugby team from Christchurch (Linwood Rugby Club), and I interjected to say that I had played for Linwood when I lived in Christchurch about 25 years ago. Immediately we started talking about who was still at the club, and I found that many of my old mates still turned up to watch their games and attend all the Linwood functions. It's a mall world sometimes.
This conversation was of little interest to Sue, as I had met her in Auckland a couple of years after I had moved up from Christchurch, and she had little knowledge of this time in my life or any of the people we were discussing. So when I next glanced her way, I got the 'time we were going look'.
James saw the look she gave me, turned to her, and started a conversation about what she did, etc. The guy had the gift of the gab, and I could see her relax and begin to appreciate the attention. Sue is a keen 'A grade' tennis player, and it turned out that James fancied himself as a pretty hot player also, and they discussed having a few games.
So while she was engrossed in this conversation, I popped back to our unit and poured us another couple of drinks, making hers pretty strong, as you do when you want your wife to loosen up. I should add here that Sue is not an uptight snobby woman at all, but she is shy around new people, and I guess that at forty-three (we had just learned these guys were all twenty-two), she was feeling a little out of her comfort zone. However, I think she is beautiful; she's a 5'5" brunette with a nice slim figure and keeps very fit by going to the gym three times a week and playing a lot of tennis.
I'm seven years older than Sue, but I enjoy meeting new people and can quickly start a conversation with anyone. I have taught thirteen to eighteen-year-olds at secondary school and lectured on computer products and their applications at various NZ universities. So I enjoyed the company of younger people and was looking forward to having these guys next door to drink and shoot the shit with.
After another half hour of talking, we got up and headed to the bar for dinner. The guys said they would follow us down and asked if we could also get a table for them. Walking along the beachfront, I asked my wife how she was enjoying her winter holiday. She gave me a serious look and said, "Great, James is a nice boy, but he's being very forward."
"Well, you are an attractive lady, and there don't seem to be a lot of single ladies here, and none that are anywhere near their age that I have seen."
"Well, I hope he won't be a nuisance and do anything silly around me."
"I thought you looked to be enjoying the attention," I replied.
Again she gave me a serious look. "Every woman likes a little attention and flattery, but I hope I don't have to put him in his place if he goes too far."
So that put paid to my little fantasy of seeing how far she would go with the boys. The rest of the night flew by, all the boys had a dance with Sue, and we told funny stories and had enough drinks to get a bit of a buzz on. James sat next to and paid much attention to Sue, so I mostly talked with Keven & Tim. I found that Tim was a Plummer and James and Keven were both builders and had just finished their building apprenticeships. I found it ironic, as I had a building business when I was living in Christchurch before I went teaching, so we all had a lot in common. I wasn't building or teaching anymore. I now manage an international printing/machine supply company.
At about 10:30, we left the guys, much to their disappointment and headed off to bed. James tried to get Sue to have one last dance, but she told him he had done enough flirting for one night and could save some for tomorrow. Once inside our unit, Sue pushed me on the bed and ripped my pants off - she was very horny and wanted some action before the guys returned to their unit and heard us through the wall.
The following day Sue slept in till about 9:00, but I always rose early and was up at 6:00 am. I went for a walk around the lagoon and then went to the main building and had breakfast. Afterwards, I walked down to the beach hut and booked a dive trip for the afternoon.
When I returned to the units, the guys were out front again, looking like they had just crawled from their beds. I informed them about breakfast; they hadn't booked under our holiday package and would have to pay for their breakfasts. But I gave them the code number of our package, and they took off to see if it worked. I had just sat and opened my book when Sue appeared and asked about breakfast. I told her where it was, the code number and the fact that the guys had just left to see if they could use our breakfast number. Sue hurried off to join them.
About an hour later, they all returned; the guys were arm in arm with Sue and flirting outrageously. They found they had to give a room number and the code and were trying to tell the Fijian guy on the desk they had forgotten it. Sue turned up and gave him our room number and said they were her sons. They had great fun teasing her about her coming into their bathroom and making sure they were scrubbing behind their ears and washing their backs etc. This banter went on for the rest of our holiday.
The guys sat down with me and started joking around and telling stories. And Sue disappeared into our room to do what ladies do. The guys were all a bit disappointed there were no spare women here; they had expected the place to be full of horny babe's. I explained that you will only ever get older married couples at a 5 Star hotel, and they should have booked into something a little more at the budget end of the market if they wanted plenty of women their age. James joked that I should share my beautiful wife. I laughed and said I was not totally opposed to the idea, but I didn't think they had a hope in hell of convincing Sue. Then because Tim and Keven looked uncomfortable at James being so direct, I thanked James and said I took it as a compliment.
A little later, in the middle of a general conversation, Tim gasped in a not-too-quiet voice. "Look the fuck at her."
I turned around in my seat and saw a couple walking down the path, returning from the beach. The woman was attractive and petite, and I do mean very attractive! She had a flimsy white wrap over what looked to be a very brief bikini and had a figure you would crawl over broken glass to get at. I instantly recognised him, the guy owned a Printing company in Wellington, and I had been there a couple of times, initially selling him some equipment and later installing and training them in its use. I had also seen his wife before, as she worked in the office.
But I also knew them from the New Zealand print awards, where I had been one of the sponsors. I had sat at the adjoining table to theirs earlier in the year. And being on my own and therefore not worrying about Sue catching me ogling his wife, I frequently glanced over to their table, taking in her beauty.
I like to watch other people, and watching the antics of the men at their table the night of the Print Awards was very entertaining. The thing was, all the guys at their table flirted outrageously with her all night. And more than once, I saw one or another of them touch her tits or place their hands on her legs, and Tony didn't seem to mind at all. (I remembered his name was Tony, but I could not remember hers)
Tony seemed to be encouraging the guys, and at one time in the night, when the cry went up for her to show them her boobs, Tony was yelling the loudest of all of them, so it went through my mind that maybe she wasn't his wife but was the office girl. However, listening to the comments at our table, it was apparent that others thought she was his wife. Then the guy sitting by me assured me that it was Tony's wife and that rumours had it they were swingers. I also noted that when they were all shouting at her to show her tits, she had looked around as if she was going to, but seeing that people were watching their table, she had told them all to dream on.
To say, James, Tim and Keven were taken with her would be an understatement. So when Tony and his wife had walked a sufficient distance from us, I filled the boys in on what I knew.
"Fuck!" said James. "I'd spend a week's wages to have a night with her."
"She wouldn't be able to take that bloody long sausage of yours; she would be much more likely to want mine," said Tim.
All three started joking around about the size of each other's dongs. But it was quickly apparent that James and Kevin were pretty well hung.
"You guys should try to sit by them at the pool or a dinner table and see what eventuates. The swinging stuff is probably just made-up gossip and rumours, but it would be interesting to see if any of it was true," I said.
Just then, Sue came out and wanted to know, 'What were just rumours?' and carried on to say that half the resort had probably heard them all yelling how big their Willies were.
We left three very red-faced boys to their dreams and went down to have lunch, as we were diving at 2:00 and wanted the food to settle beforehand.
After lunch, when we returned to our room, Sue flung her arms around me again and pulled me over to the bed. I should point out that our sex life in the last year or two had toned down to sex about once a week, usually on the weekend. So having Sue horny for two days running was pretty amazing. As she hauled my shorts down below my knees, she whispered in my ear that she heard all of our conversation about the couple walking past and my egging the boys to have a try with her. And she asked me if I meant that about sharing her with them. Now I'm not stupid, and I know when you should be honest and when it is best to tell a little white lie.
"Every guy wonders what it would be like to see his wife with another man. But that does not mean they would ever allow that to happen. I would be far too jealous ever to share you with someone else. So no, I was just humouring them and talking guy shit."