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 A Holiday Romp for My Wife

   My wife and I are on holiday at the moment, and have not had a lot of
Internet access.  So I've been waiting a few days before writing this.  It
happened at a small hotel we'd been staying at.  At the time, we were the
only guests in the place so, basically, we had it to ourselves.

   When we arrived at the hotel, the manager greeted us and checked us in.
He also checked out my wife at the same time!  He more or less ignored me,
directing everything at her.  Naturally she loved it all, and flirted
outrageously.

   As he showed us around the room, he managed to inject a bit of innuendo
into virtually everything.  My wife's giggling didn't help.  When he
stepped into the bathroom after my wife, he closed the door behind him,
leaving me in the bedroom.  I heard her giggling, and then silence.  Then
the door opened and they walked out.  He explained to me that there was a
problem with the hot water tap, but he'd showed it to my wife.

   After he'd left, my wife told me he'd run his hand up the back of her
leg, and then claimed it was an accident.  She had then rubbed his cock,
and told him it was on purpose.  She said his face was a scream.  We just
stayed in our room that first night, having eaten before arriving.

   The next morning, my wife had a shower, and then stepped onto the
balcony wearing just a towel.  The manager was in the garden below her. 
She waved and said good morning.  He smiled back, but didn't react at all.
My wife came back into the room and shrugged, figuring he wasn't
interested. We went out and played tourists for the day, returning to the
hotel at about 5 for a rest before dinner.  We went to the guests' lounge
and slumped into two big chairs and read for a bit.

   A while later, the manager appeared and greeted us, offering to make us
a drink.  My wife gestured with her finger for him to come over.  When he
reached her chair, she slid his fly down and grabbed his cock, giving him a
good squeeze.  His face broke into a big grin.  He looked quickly over at
me.  I smiled and nodded.  My wife took his erection out of his trousers
and started pulling on it, staring into his eyes as she did so.

   Without missing a beat she asked him why he had ignored her in the
morning.  He said his wife had been just inside the door.  As my wife
pulled on him, she asked where his wife was now.  He grinned and said she
was out for a few hours.  My wife grinned back and stood up.  She threw her
arms around his neck and they kissed, hot and long.  That always gets me
very hot, watching my wife passionately kiss another man.  They put on
quite a show for me, hands roaming over each other, pulling clothes,
removing things.

   Eventually my wife turned her back toward him, bent over the back of an
armchair, and opened her legs wide for him.  She was wearing a knee length
skirt, which he lifted over her back.  He pulled aside her panties and
pushed his cock deep within her.

   He fucked her like a man who hadn't fucked for a long time.  He didn't
take long before he was pumping his load into her.  My wife was not pleased
at his speed.  She stood up and told him so.

   His cock popped out of her as she stood, and he apologized, saying he
would make it up to her later.  He told us we should call the office at
about 11, complaining about the hot water in the bathroom, and he would
come and fix it.  He claimed it would take a long time.  My wife smiled a
little, and said she might call.  She gave his cock a final squeeze before
he put it away.

   He did come to our room that night, and he did stay longer.  My wife is
SUCH a slut!