I consider myself to be very lucky. Alice, my wife, is the most amazing woman I have ever met. She's smart and funny, loving and kind. There are days when she makes me laugh so hard my sides feel like bursting. She is everything I ever wanted in a woman, and that's not to mention the way she looks. Oh boy!
When we're out and about men turn and stare at Alice. They notice her long lithe legs, her luscious breasts, and her silky black hair, which cascades down around her shoulders. Yep, I'm one lucky guy.
Compared to some of my previous girlfriends, Alice is also a bit of a nympho. We have sex at least once a day, more if we can get the kids out of the way. We have enjoyed toys and videos, and we have even had sex in places that others might find a bit kinky (that time in one of the cubicles in the ladies at the local pub was wild!).
But it was an ex-girlfriend, Jenny, who gave me the most exciting sexual experience of my life. I don't hide this from Alice. I've told her all about it more than once. We both get off on it, so much so that we've even talked about trying to recreate the experience. It all happened one summer, eight long years ago, when I was just twenty.
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I met Jenny during F.A.F. week in my second year at university. F.A.F. stands for Fuck a Fresher, and some buddies and I made a bet. A tenner each on who could F.A.F the most in the first month of term.
I was confident I could win, but wound up utterly humiliated. My first F.A.F was Jenny and after meeting her, and having such a great time, I couldn't bring myself to F.A.F anyone else. We were inseparable for the rest of the year and decided to go on holiday together that summer.
I've never been into beach holidays. I'm more of a museums and monuments person, but to please Jenny, I booked an apartment on the Costa del Sol. It was right at the start of the season, which meant that the package was cheap enough for us poor students to afford. The cost also reflected that the town was one of the smaller, less well-known places on the coast.
The complex we stayed in had five apartments around a shared swimming pool and sunbathing area. Three of the other apartments were empty the week we were there. But in the apartment next to ours were five guys our age that messed about in the pool, played loud music, drank a lot and generally did the typical Brits abroad thing. They were all fresh out of Sixth Form, off on their first jolly without parents, and making the most of it. Jenny and I hit it off with them straight away.
At nineteen, Jenny was a hard bodied beauty, a real cracker, and the guys next door made no secret of the fact they thought so too. They would wolf whistle and holler every time she sat out by the pool.
I could tell Jenny found these guys attractive and even though they were acting like morons, she loved the attention. She played up to it, selecting her skimpiest bikinis to wear during the day, and her lowest-cut, most revealing dresses during the warm evenings. She also turned it on in the sack. She fucked my brains into mush each and every night, not caring if the guys next door could hear us through the thin walls. Their attention had lit her pilot light, and I was having trouble putting it out.
One evening, around eleven, as we walked back from a beach bar, we met the lads on their way back to the complex too. They were bemoaning the lack of late night bars and discos in the area. Jenny and I agreed that the town was rather sleepy.
One of them, Andy, changed the direction of the conversation. "Hey man, you're one lucky geezer, you know."
"Yeah," said another, his name was Max. "This girlfriend of yours is something else. I only wish you'd gone topless, Jenny. Now that would have been a sight."
Jenny blushed.
Max continued, "We were hoping there'd be some fit women here, especially Tommy." He nudged his friend in the ribs. "But we never imagined there'd be babe like you here."
We reached our apartment.
"Would you guys like to come in?" I asked. "We can start our own party. I mean it's not as if we've got any neighbours to complain or anything."
They readily agreed. Two of them retrieved some booze from their place, and I fished out some music and put it on the stereo.
We planned to party well into the early hours. The booze flowed almost non-stop, with one of the guys popping out to an all-night shop to get more when we ran out. But by two, we were all starting to flag, and I changed the music from the hardcore dance tunes we had been playing to more seductive, slow and smoochy tunes.
I danced with Jenny while the others watched, and the booze must have really affected her because as our tune came to an end and the next one started, she pushed me away and grabbed the nearest of our new friends.
The lucky guy was Andy. They danced very slowly, and when the next tune came on Jenny again switched partners. She carried on switching partners until she was dancing with Grant, the last of the group.
As I sucked on yet another beer, I noticed that Grant was pulling the zip of her dress down, revealing the soft, tight, tanned back. Jenny kissed Grant, and he slowly slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Under the dress Jenny had on her sexist undies – sheer black bra and thong-back panties that left little to the imagination.
"Like I said, you're one lucky geezer," Andy said.
"Too fucking right," said Max. He and Andy clinked the necks of their beer bottles together.
"And don't you boys fucking well know it," I replied. I clinked the neck of the beer bottles of all the guys sitting down with me.
Our boozy good cheer was interrupted by a loud, low moan from Jenny. She had her head tipped back. Grant was massaging her tit with one hand and had his other hand inside her knickers. The rest of us watched, transfixed, as Grant's fingers worked magic on Jenny.
