I had been married 18 years and while it wasn't earth shattering I was reasonably happy with my life. We had enough money to be able to live a bit. We never had children for various reasons. My sex life was OK, regular and I guess quite routine. My husband, Andy, was my first and only lover and while I sometimes fantasised about other men I was a long way from acting out my fantasies.
I worked part time as a receptionist and for about 3 months had acted as a sort of unpaid counsellor to my friend Wendy whose life had been turned upside down when she caught her husband with his hand up another womans blouse at a party. They had tried to reconcile things but eventually he left her for the other woman.
She was devastated and spent the most part of her days weeping. Well I was due holidays and I suggested to her that we get away to the sun for a week, to take her mind off things, and relax in a different environment. Andy was OK with that, he was very busy in work and agreed the break would be good for me.
So, we flew off to Portugal, two 38 year old women.
Once we arrived Wendy visibly relaxed and for the first few days we just soaked up the sun by the pool, had nice meals and a few glasses of wine at night. The resort was quiet, it was off season and most people in our apartments were English guys on golfing holidays.
I love the heat of the sun on my body and despite my 38 years I felt OK going topless. It gave me a bit of a kick to see guys admiring my body as I sat reading and sun bathing.
I had always tried to keep in shape through playing tennis and swimming and was happy enough with my body. I am quite sallow skinned, with short jet black hair. My bum is bigger than I would like but my breasts are 36C and still reasonably firm.
Wendy on the other hand is quite petite. A very slim redhead she has small pert breasts. While she likes the sun her complexion kept her in the shade quite a bit, but she was happy to sit at a table, having a drink, occasionally chatting to others.
Well, one night about 4 days into the holiday we were out a bit later than usual. We were both in good humour, enjoying ourselves, having a laugh and decided to stop in the hotel bar for one last drink.
We were sitting at the bar. There were only 2 others there and they started chatting to us. Both guys were English, in their late twenties, on a golf trip. Their rings indicated both were married.
Well, it felt good, to be chatting with 2 younger men, letting them flirt with us. I could see Wendy was a bit drunk but was having fun. The bar closed and to my surprise Wendy suggested we open a bottle of wine in our apartment.
