Coquette and her cuckold. Part 2

By the time we returned to our holiday villa, it was well past 11 o’clock.
The combination of a late dinner and Julie’s desire for an extended masturbation on the walk back had taken us into the quieter part of the evening.

We could hear the local band playing some easy rhythms in the bar but I didn’t intend doing much dancing tonight – unless it was the horizontal kind.

Watching my wife brazenly finger-fuck herself on the walk back from the dining room had aroused me to an almost painful level.
Sure, I was more than happy to know that she’d had so much pleasure from it but I wasn’t so selfless that I didn’t expect something for myself too.

As soon as we entered our one-bedroom bungalow, my hands were reaching for Julie.
My fingers brushed the silky back of her dress and had slid around to the side of her left breast when she made a move for the bathroom.

“I’ll only be a minute.” She whispered over her shoulder, as she went in and closed the door.

I poured myself a straight vodka from the mini-bar and watched the liquid shake in the glass before I slugged it all down and enjoyed the slow burning as it entered my chest.

But it was the burning in my groin that was bothering me at the moment.
Julie’s lewd antics on the semi–public pathway earlier had got me harder than I’d been in weeks and I was thinking it would be a real shame to waste it.
A shame for Julie, of course.

Just as I was preparing to rush into the bathroom and drag my wife out, throw her onto the bed and unceremoniously fuck her brains out, the door opened.

I don’t know what emotion ran through me the strongest at that point; the disbelief, the disappointment, the sense of injustice, the frustration.

Julie came out of the bathroom wearing her one–piece swimsuit and doing some adjustment to one of the straps like she was getting ready for a couple of laps of the pool.

No, this couldn’t be, surely she knew what I was expecting?
But she didn’t even look at me, just went straight to the full-length mirror on the wall and checked herself out.

I could feel the anger rising inside me as I registered her lack of interest in me.
“Go ahead,” I was thinking, “satisfy your own urges and forget all about me.”

Then she looked at her watch. I couldn’t believe it!
Here I was, looking forward to an endless night of passion and she was checking the time!?

“Come on, put your swimmers on and let’s go for a moonlight swim.”

Oh, what was this? Maybe I was going to get lucky after all.

They say that women are changeable, that they are subject to wild mood swings.
But let a man know that there’s just a hint of the possibility of a fuck and he will fly from a black depression to walking on air in a moment.

I’d changed and grabbed a towel in a heartbeat.
Maybe Julie did want a romantic, lovemaking session under a full moon. Well, that was ok with me.
So long as I ended up with my cock buried deep inside this hot, passionate woman at some point, I would recite Byron under the stars for a week.

I was soon out of the door and hurrying down the path towards the pool again when Julie called to me from up ahead, “Don’t forget to lock the door.”
Damn! Yes, there had been some thefts from one or two of the villas recently and I didn’t want us to lose our cameras or money.

It took me a while to locate the keys and I eventually found them in the bathroom. Julie must have left them there when she changed.
“A bit odd.” I thought.

As I was leaving, I saw the vodka bottle and grabbed it, as well as a couple of plastic cups.
I thought, “Julie always warms up a little after a few mouthfuls of the hard stuff.” And smiled at the image that popped into my head.

By the time I eventually arrived at the pool, I couldn’t even see where Julie was at first.
There were a few miniature, coloured lights in the plants around the pool edge and some underwater lights but they didn’t cast much light and it wasn’t until I heard her speaking that I caught sight of her at the darker end of the pool.

Well, this evening was turning into a series of surprises.

There was Dave, the guy we had met earlier that day and who’d been so attentive to Julie at every opportunity.
He and Julie were standing next to each other, their heads and shoulders above the water, seemingly in some private conversation and very much at ease with each other.

I took a swig straight from the vodka bottle to calm my nerves and remembered Julie checking the time earlier. Had she been keeping an appointment?

“Hey,” Julie called, “don’t drink all of that yourself, dive in and bring it over here.”
And after a half-second delay … “And take your shorts off.”

What the …? I looked hard at Julie in the water but couldn’t be sure in the dim light, if she was in her suit or not.
Then I saw it at my feet … not even wet.
So did that mean that he was…?

I quickly stripped off and took another big gulp of the drink. I lowered myself into the warm water and walked across to them.

When I got to the end of the pool where they were, I could see Julie and Dave silhouetted quite clearly against one of the underwater lights.

He was standing close up against her back, leaning over her shoulder and saying something into her ear that was turned away from me.
His right hand was on her neck, his thumb steadily massaging the muscle.

I felt like taking another drink, my mouth was so dry and my throat constricted but I couldn’t even move.

“Put that on the edge and come over here.”
I did as I was told, put the bottle down and moved a couple of paces closer. Julie reached towards me and took hold of my right wrist.

Without saying another word, she put my hand under the water and moved it in towards her crotch.
I was relieved that she obviously wanted me to touch her but was still shaken by the closeness of Dave next to my naked wife.

She had hold of my fingers now, pressing them against her mound, easing them down over the just discernible stubble of her shaved pussy and across the hood of her clitoris.

Then the alien sensation. The feeling of the hard maleness there.
I must have flinched, maybe I pulled away a little but Julie pushed my hand further down and my fingers felt the fullness of Dave’s penis separating my wife’s pussy lips.

My mind was in a whirl, I couldn’t think, all sorts of emotions were churning my insides.
At that point I gasped something totally stupid and obvious like “He’s got his cock inside you.”

I looked at Julie’s face, only a few inches from mine now.