"The apartment is dark.
What time is it? Where's Jane? She came to bed with me.
The bedroom door is slightly open and I can hear two voices whispering. One of them is Jane but who is she whispering with? We came away to Portugal by ourselves.
I get up and sneak across to see who it is.
Jane is propped against the kitchen island but I can't see who she is whispering with.
I shift my weight and lean against the wall and get a view of them.
It's the guy from the pool earlier that day. Rob and his wife, Linda, had been chatty and Rob had been showing a lot of interest in Jane probably due to the fact she had been wearing a very small bikini while we swapped small talk on the sun loungers. Linda didn't seem impressed with him. They were celebrating Rob retiring from his job in management and his wife sounded like she had plans to keep him busy. It seemed very much like a one-sided relationship. Linda seemed like she knew how to keep her husband in line.
But why was he in our kitchen in the middle of the night?
He looked the worse for wear. One drink too many, most likely.
"Let's just get you back next door..." Jane was saying, motioning to the room on the other side of our kitchen wall. Sounded like I had missed that part of the conversation.
"But she will kill me for coming in at this time, in this state!"
"I'm sure she won't."
"Oh, you don't know her like I do."
"What's the worst that can happen? She doesn't talk to you over the breakfast buffet? You will both get over it."
"You don't understand," Rob says, eyeing up my wife's naked breasts under her low cut vest, "we don't, I mean, you know."
"What are you trying to say?"
"You know..." he says, his eyes falling to Jane's waist as he adjusts his cock in his jeans.
"You don't have sex?"
"Yes, I mean, no. I mean, I try, god knows I try but every time she just knocks me back with some excuse."
"Look, I don't think that's got anything to do with going to bed and sleeping this off, so why don't we just get you back next door, eh?"
Rob's hand darts up and lands on Jane's left tit. I lurch, ready to burst out into the kitchen but he stops, just holding it there, looking at it, his fingers curled around my wife's tit.
"What are you doing, Rob?" Jane asks calmly, looking at Rob who is still looking at his hand on her tit.
This is make or break. What will he do next?
Jane looks over to the where I am standing, the corner of her mouth curling up as she must be able to just see me watching from the dark.
She knows I love to watch her satisfying other men.
"Open your jeans." Jane says, looking Rob in the eye.
Rob looks up, his eyebrows lifting.
"What?"
"You heard. Open your jeans. I want to see your cock."
Rob drops his jeans but doesn't look back up. It looks like he has hit half-mast but it is really thick.
"Is that what's on offer?" Jane asks.
"Yes. I suppose. If you want?" Rob replies, still not looking up.
"Does it get harder? I need it hard if you're gonna fuck me with it. That's what you wanted when you came here, wasn't it?"
"No I told you, I got mixed up with the rooms. We're right next door."
"And now you want to fuck me with that while your missus sleeps right on the other side of that wall?" Jane replies, her tone softening.
Rob starts to look up.
"Play with it for me." Jane whispers.
"You want me to play with my cock?" Rob asks, sounding surprised this is going his way, even though he probably doesn't know where the hell it is going."
I know where it is going. I have seen this side of Jane before. Like a cat with a toy. My own cock is growing hard and I pull back on the foreskin as I watch Jane reach down and slip out of her panties.
"Maybe these will help." Jane says, offering the gusset of her panties up for Rob to inhale the scent and warmth of her cunt. My wife is one dirty bitch when it comes to things like this. She doesn't play fair at all.
As expected, Rob's cock lurches to attention as he grips the thick meat in his fist, his eyes closed with Jane's panties stuffed tight against his face, inhaling her pussy with each growing inch in his hand.
"I'm not going to give you my cunt Rob, but you have to promise, once you've cum, you'll go back to your room and we'll never talk about this ever again. Do you understand?"
Rob's eyes widened as he shook his head like he couldn't believe his luck.
Jane wet three fingers between her lips and dropped her hand to her ass as she turned around and braced herself against the sink.
"Slide that cock in my ass, Rob. I wan't you to fuck me in the ass."
Rob couldn't get there quick enough. I love it when she is like this; dirty bitch mode, I call it.
Jane gasps as the thick head of his cock bullies it's way into her tight ass hole and Rob bends slightly for a better angle as he buries more of his meat in my wife's fuck hole.
Poor guy only lasted a few strokes before his legs started shaking and he looked like he was about to keel over. Jane's tight ass hole had worked it's magic and he lurched one last time before sliding out and looking down at the glistening cum all over the tip of his cock and the rest dripping out of my wife's ass.
Rob kept his word and left for his own room shortly after, leaving me to have the most amazing reclaim sex with Jane, right there in the same spot, among Robs cum, spattered on the kitchen tiles.
But Jane didn't keep her word about it being the only time he would get to cum in her that holiday but that is another story.
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