Copycat

This is a story about a selfish wife who cheats on her husband. If stories that involve wives being anything other than loving wives is not your thing, then please give this story a miss. So called loving wives cheat for all sorts of reasons, as do loving husbands. As the reader it is up to you to decide whether to accept this or not.

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In retrospect, everything that I am about to relate could have been avoided. Perhaps I was, or am naïve. Some would say stupid, definitely a cuckold. Possibly fair observations, but then everything was so out of keeping with my wife and what had gone before in over twenty years of marriage that I was perhaps blindsided. Anyway, I can’t turn back time, only ponder whether I should have been more attentive to my wife. I should definitely have spotted what she was up to, but then hindsight is a wonderful thing.

It started with a partially overheard telephone conversation between my wife Sarah and her best friend Sandra. The snippets I heard went something like this:

“You are joking Sandra, aren’t you?”

“You mean you had sex with another man while you were there?”

“Does Ken know?”

“No, Sandra I don’t believe you, but I mean, you’re forty, it’s, I mean…”

At that point I was so intrigued by the conversation that I quietly picked up another handset to listen to what they were saying. I just hoped the ladies wouldn’t notice. I was just in time to hear my wife say:

“When is it due?” and Sandra replied;

“Next February I think.”

What I heard next was my wife saying “I’m very jealous Sandra, you know I always wanted one more. Perhaps I’ll have to do what you did then.”

“Ha” replied Sandra, “you always were a copycat Sarah. But you wouldn’t dare do what I did.”

“Oh really, well you’d better give me the details and I’ll prove to you I’m serious.”

“Well, if you are sure… yes here we are, his name is Nikos and the taverna is called the Olive tree. Its only 400m form the apartment so you can’t miss it.”

“Right, I’ll let you know what happens then.”

At that point I put the phone down and beat a hasty retreat to make sure I wasn’t caught listening. After a few minutes Sarah appeared looking slightly flushed and sat down next to me. “You’ll never guess what, Sandra is pregnant.”

“What” I gasped in genuine shock. “Pregnant, but I mean she’s the same age as you.” That was obviously the wrong thing to say however as it prompted an angry response.

“So what are you saying Peter, that I’m too old to be a mother at forty two?”

“Well, no, that is yes, I mean, women don’t normally get pregnant at that age, do they?”

“No, they don’t” replied Sarah, “but these things do happen. Some women get wistful about being pregnant and want to prove that they can still have a baby. Don’t forget a lot of women put off having a baby until later anyway, so it’s not that unusual anymore.”

As I thought about what she said I realised that she was correct. I often read about women having babies in their late thirties and early forties, so it really wasn’t that big a deal. As I mused about this, Sarah said:

“Oh, and by the way, I have booked us a week in Greece in two weeks’ time.”

“What, why, that’s sudden?”

“Well, I thought we could do with some late summer sun and I had a tip off for somewhere nice and quiet.”

“I, er alright” was all I could think of to say in reply. Although I didn’t know what was going on, I suspected it was related to Sandra and given the history of competition between her and my wife, I felt a slight unease and trepidation about this suddenly booked holiday. I know in retrospect I was a bit dim and could have, no should have put all the pieces together, but I didn’t. perhaps because I knew, or at least thought I knew my wife. She was a bit of a prude and certainly had never given me any cause to doubt her fidelity.

Anyway, fast forward two weeks and we arrived on the island of Crete. It was now late September, but that hadn’t done much to dull the heat. Still some good weather is what we both wanted and a week there would do us good. After a shortish trip to the village where we were staying, the taxi dropped outside an apartment block where we were met by a charming Greek owner and his wife. We exchanged pleasantries and finally made it into our first-floor apartment.

“Well, this seems very nice” said Sarah, “you can see the sea from our balcony.”

She was right. The apartment was great and the views superb. Having unpacked we went in search of a taverna to eat. Fortunately, we found one close to the apartment and we spent an enjoyable evening unwinding after our flight. As we sat talking after the meal Sarah mentioned that she had heard of a good taverna nearby. When I asked her how she knew, she said that her friend Sandra had told her all about it. I suggested that we could go there the next night if she wanted and Sarah seemed delighted by that idea.

The next day we spent lazing on the beach and when we got back to the apartment, I noticed that Sarah was excited as she got ready for our evening out.

“I presume we’re still going to this taverna tonight?” she inquired.

“Yes, fine by me. You know I like to try different places to eat.”

And so, an hour later as dusk was falling, we set off to the taverna. “Do you know what the place is called?” I asked.

“I think it’s called the Olive Tree.”

That’s interesting I thought, can’t wait to see what the attraction is!

After a 15-minute walk we found ourselves at a secluded taverna on the outskirts of our village. It looked very pretty, and we noticed that there was only one other couple eating when we arrived. As we hovered looking around and deciding where to sit, a man appeared and welcomed us.

“Hello, hello, please have a seat. Sit anywhere you like, we are not busy tonight.”

As he spoke, I noticed my wife was looking at him intently. I didn’t know why until I looked back at the man and realised that now he had come into the light, he was a really good-looking man. I guessed he was about 50ish and had longish dark hair flecked with grey. He had classic playboy looks. Whilst I was appraising him, he said he’d fetch some menus.

“He seems very nice” said Sarah.

“Yes, he does, but then most of the waiters in Greece are very easy going, aren’t they?”

“Oh, I don’t think he is a waiter, I think he owns this place” replied my wife.

“How on earth do you know that?”

“I, well er, that is, I just think he does” stuttered Sarah.

Suddenly the man appeared and gave us our menus. He asked us where we were from and before I could respond Sarah said “We’re from England. Actually, a friend of mine told me all about this taverna and all about you. I know that you are called Nikos.”

Now I knew his name as well and when I looked at him, he did look surprised.

“What is your friends name?” asked Nikos.

“She is called Sandra and her husband is called Ken. Do you remember them, they were here earlier this year?”

Nikos didn’t reply immediately, but he did look a bit wistful. Eventually he said “yes, I remember them both, and especially Sandra, she was, well she was a very special lady. How is she?”

Maintaining eye contact with him, my wife said “oh she’s fine. Actually, she’s pregnant.”

I’m not sure why Sarah felt it necessary to tell this stranger that particular fact, but I noticed that he smiled broadly at the news. “That’s very good, very lovely for such a beautiful lady.”

I thought that he was going to say something more, but after a pause he inquired as to what drinks we might like. I immediately ordered a litre of red wine and he departed to get our order. As soon as he was out of earshot, I asked Sarah why she had told him about Sandra being pregnant. At first, she didn’t answer, but then said something to the effect that she thought he might be interested as he had met them.

“Why would he be interested? He only met them once or twice.”

“Oh, I think he met them several times according to Sandra” replied Sarah.

I was about to say something else when Nikos returned with our wine. “Now you know my name pretty lady, you must tell me yours” he said.

“I am Sarah. Oh, and this is my husband Peter.”

Nikos beamed, took my wife’s hand, and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” he said. “Now I’ll leave you to choose from the menu.”

Again, after he had left us, I said, “that was a bit strange.”

“What was” asked Sarah looking at her menu.

“Well, that was quite old fashioned wasn’t it? I mean the kissing of a lady’s hand like that, you don’t see it very often nowadays.”

“No, you don’t, but I find it quite erotic if you must know.”

“Oh” was all I could manage to reply and looked at my menu.

Eventually we decided on what we were going to eat, and we ordered. The food came, and it was excellent. We ate and chatted and fortunately there was no sign of Nikos until we had finished and were sitting back with the remains of our red wine. Suddenly he appeared and said, “Would you like a brandy?”

I immediately said yes as I love Greek brandy. Nikos then left us and soon reappeared with three glasses. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.

Before I could reply Sarah said, “Yes of course please sit down.”

Nikos pulled up a chair and we started to chat. Our conversation ranged across many subjects and he turned out to be a charming host. Sarah seemed totally entranced by him and appeared to hang on every word that he said. She was particularly interested when he talked about how he had never married despite having lots of girl friends in his 20’s and 30’s. Nikos admitted that he had visited England and had worked there for a couple of years. He said he had a lovely girlfriend there but then he had to come home to help run the family business and they had split up.

When I looked at my watch, I realised it was nearly midnight and said to Sarah that we should be heading back to the apartment. Reluctantly she agreed. Nikos said that we should come back the next night and that he would cook fish for us that he had caught. Before I could say anything, Sarah agreed and said we would look forward to that.

Again, as we left Nikos took my wife’s hand and kissed it and said more to her than to me “I look forward to seeing you again. I will give you all my attention tomorrow.”

Sarah smiled and blushed and said that she too would look forward to it.

We walked back to our apartment hand in hand, but, mainly in silence. We were both wrapped up in our own thoughts. As soon as we were in the apartment however, Sarah leapt on me and said, “come on Peter, I need a good seeing to right now.” I was a bit shocked by her sudden show of passion, but we both stripped and tumbled onto the bed where after some foreplay she whispered “now, I need you in me now.”

I quickly mounted her I wasted no time in penetrating her very wet vagina. As I thrust away at her I noticed that she had her eyes shut and appeared to be using me to get off. Sure enough after a few minutes she stiffened and moaned out “yes, oh yes now..” I was excited by her sudden climax and this triggered mine which seemed very intense.

A few minutes later we were lying side by side and recovering in the warm heat of the night. I had to ask her and said, “what was that all about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we haven’t been that spontaneous for ages, have we?”

“No, we haven’t. I don’t know what caused it, but I just needed to be fucked that was all.”

I was slightly surprised by Sarah’s use of the word fuck, since normally she would consider that inappropriate language. Anyway, we both drifted off into a happy sleep and didn’t wake until after nine the next morning. By then the heat was already starting to rise and as I opened the curtains, I looked out onto another sun-drenched day.

When I returned to the bedroom Sarah was already in the shower and when she had finished, I had mine and then we ate a leisurely breakfast on the balcony.

“Any plans for today?” I asked.

“No, none at all, shall we spend a lazy day on the beach? I saw a sign for a naturist beach and I’ve always wanted to try being naked on a beach.”

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. My normally demure wife would never go naked surely. I had often thought about asking her but thought I knew what the answer would be. But having the opportunity I jumped at her invitation. “That would be lovely, I didn’t know you would want to do that, or I might have asked you before.”

“Oh, well you know, Sandra said she had given it a go and it wasn’t as bad as she had feared, so I thought if she can do it so can I.”

There goes that copycat thing again I mused. Over the years Sandra had on many occasions accused Sarah of being a copycat because of the number of times she had done exactly what other friends had done. More recently she had been copying Sandra and I wondered why she felt the need to do this. All these thoughts swirled through me head as we gathered our beach things and headed for this beach where I would see my wife bare herself in public for the first time!

The beach was beautiful and fairly quiet. I could see a few other couples and some single men. After we had picked a spot we sat down and but up the beach umbrella. Sarah then slipped off her dress and then more slowly her bikini. I followed suit and after applying some sun cream to each other we settled back to sunbathe. I was a bit self-conscious and couldn’t really relax. This however allowed me to keep an eye on what was happening on the beach. With time a few more people arrived, and I noticed that one or two of the men made no attempt to conceal their lustful gazes as they stared at my wife who was flat on her back with her pert breast and neatly trimmed bush all on display. The realisation of what they were seeing gave me an erection and I had to turn over quickly in order to avoid embarrassing myself in public.

Eventually Sarah asked if I fancied a swim. This meant walking across some 30m of beach to reach the water and passing other naturists who were either lying or standing. Anyway, I thought what the hell and so I stood and taking my wife’s hand we headed for the water. It wasn’t as bad as I feared, and no one paid us any attention. After all it was a naturist beach. Once in the water it felt very liberating to swim naked and seemed quite natural. When we emerged from the water, we came face to face with one of the single men on the beach and despite his efforts he failed to avert his eyes from my wife’s breasts as they sparkled in the sun. Once again, I was excited but after a brief nod to him, I dragged Sarah back to the towels and we settled down.

The remainder of the day passed in similar fashion. There was a cantina at the back of the beach where one could eat naked! Again, this was a revelation to me, and I was impressed at how much Sarah had opened up on this trip. I’m sure she would have never considered being naked on a beach, much less eat naked with other people sat around her. But she did and I was proud of her. At around five o’clock we decided to head back to the apartment and get ready for our evening out.

By the time we had got back and showered, and Sarah had got dressed it was well after 7pm. As I appraised what my wife was wearing, I realised that she looked stunning. She was wearing a blue and white Grecian style dress that finished at her knees. She had donned a pair of healed white sandals and these showcased her long legs, lovely feet and painted toenails. With some gold jewellery she looked fantastic, and I got an erection immediately. I walked up to her from behind and pressed my straining cock against her firm bum.

“Peter, stop it we are going out.”

“I know, but I want you now. You look so fuckable.”

Sarah replied cryptically “that’s the idea, now come on let’s go and eat.”

I was a bit disappointed and had to readjust my shorts to accommodate my still hard cock. Fortunately, by the time we headed out my erection had subsided, and I could walk without a limp!

We arrived at the taverna and I noticed that there was only one other couple there, just like last time. When Nikos saw us, he rushed over and said “welcome, welcome, let me show you to your table.” He took hold of Sarah’s arm and guided her to a table in the corner and after helping my wife to sit, he said “here sit Peter, I will get you some wine.”

“Thank you, Nikos, but could we have an ouzo to start please and then have the wine?”

“Of course, ouzo is the perfect choice to start the evening.”

As he departed in noted that Sarah was once again looking wistfully after him. By the time we had finished the ouzo, I noticed that the other couple were leaving which left just us at the Taverna. When the food arrived, I was surprised to see how big the fish was that we had each been given. “Did you catch these Nikos” I inquired.

“Yes, I went fishing early this morning and caught them from my boat.”

“They look delicious” Sarah said, “how did you cook them?”

“Oh, just grilled and with a sprinkling of love” replied Nikos.

Sarah looked up and smiled at Nikos and he then said he would leave us to eat.

An hour later we had finished, and we were finishing our wine when Nikos reappeared. “Would you like a brandy?” he asked.

“Yes please” we both replied in unison and we all laughed.

“Do you mind if I join you?” asked Nikos.

“No not all, I was rather hoping you would” replied Sarah.

When the dishes had been cleared and Nikos reappeared with what looked like very large brandies we sat talking as we had before. This time Nikos asked all sorts of questions and eventually asked about children. We explained that we had started our family early and had two children, a boy and a girl who were now in higher education.

Staring at Nikos, Sarah said “I would have liked to have more children, but Peter said two was enough.”

I started to reply “well that’s not quite fair it was a joint decision wasn’t it, I..”

Before I could finish Nikos said “but you could have more surely. Sarah is young enough?”

“That’s what I said to Peter when we heard that Sandra was pregnant. She is similar age to me you know.”

“Yes, she is in her thirties isn’t she?”

“No silly she’s in her forties. Did she tell you that?”

“No, not really, but she had the body of a younger lady, she..”

“How would you know that I wonder?” replied Sarah, “unless of course you saw it first-hand of course?”

“I, that is..”

“My goodness you did, didn’t you? You did have her didn’t you, I thought she was joking, but you did seduce her you naughty man.”

“Sarah, I, she was, no is very beautiful, but not as beautiful as you. I would love to give you what I gave her.”

This conversation was going way too fast for me and I was struggling to keep up. Sarah looked a bit shocked, or was it something else I saw in her eyes? Nikos suddenly rose from the table and said “sorry, I have upset you, I will leave you.”

As he left, I looked at Sarah and said, “what was all that about?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Look I’ll be back in a minute, I just need to go tell Nikos that I’m not upset.” With that Sarah followed Nikos into the taverna and I sat back trying to process the conversation. Gradually it started to make sense. Sandra had been seduced by Nikos, probably here in this taverna. But then, no surely.. My mind suddenly made the connection that I should have made ages ago. Nikos had made Sandra pregnant! She was carrying his baby and not her husband’s!

I suddenly realised that in my state of semi drunkenness, over ten minutes had gone by and that Sarah had not returned. I decided that I should go look for her. As I went into the taverna I thought I heard some sounds form near the back and as I followed the sounds, I found myself at the door to a bedroom. Looking through the door my jaw dropped when I saw Nikos and my wife passionately kissing each other! Sarah had her back to me, and I could see Nikos had his hands on her bum pulling her onto him. As I watched I saw Nikos reach behind Sarah and lower the zipper on her dress. He then pushed the dress off her shoulders and it gracefully slid down her body, coming to rest in a heap around her white sandals.

“My goodness you look fantastic” said Nikos as he stepped back from wife and drank in her naked beauty. I could only imagine the view that Nikos had of her full breasts and athletic frame. From behind her in my vantage point she looked sexy as well. Long toned legs with feet encased in strappy white sandals. A firm bum with thong panties that left nothing to the imagination and a sensuous back. My vision and thoughts were broken by Nikos as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his white trousers to reveal an obscenely large bulge in his underwear. Looking my wife in the eyes Nikos then continued his strip and quickly pulled his underwear down.

I’m not sure who was more surprised by the sight that greeted both Sarah and me. A large semi-erect penis was on full display framed by what appeared to me to be an abnormally large pair of balls. For a man of 50ish, Nikos had a great physique, with a hairy chest, flat stomach and strong arms and legs. But it was without doubt his genitals that caught the eye.

All this had happened so fast that I could scarcely take it all in. I felt compelled to say something, however. “What is going on here Sarah. Are you mad, drunk or both?”

“Sorry Peter, but this something I have to do. And if I remember from a few years ago, a fantasy of yours as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean your fantasy of seeing me with another man, don’t you remember? We used to talk about it to get you hard when we made love.”

“Yes, but that was, well, just a fantasy wasn’t it?”

“It may have been, but I never forgot how you pestered me about it and well this opportunity was too good to pass up.”

During our conversation, Nikos had been listening intently and now decided to join in. “Look Peter, I know this is difficult for you, but Sarah is attracted to me and I to her. Let us enjoy ourselves tonight, you are welcome to watch if you like.”

I was about to say something else, when I saw that Sarah had taken a step towards Nikos and putting her hands up around his neck tilted her head up so that she could kiss him. As I watched his big hand come around her back and cup her bum, I realised that my wife’s breasts would be mashed against his hairy chest and that his erecting cock would be pushing up against her taut stomach. For some reason this caused my cock to twitch, and I realised that I too was beginning to get hard as I watched my wife with Nikos. After some passionate open-mouthed kissing I watched as Nikos moved his hand to Sarah’s shoulders and gradually pushed her downward. When she was on her knees, I saw that she was now level with his erect cock which had reached a truly awesome size. It had to be around nine inches and as I watched, Sarah took hold of his shaft and gave it few strokes which caused Nikos to groan. I was more shocked however when Sarah opened her mouth and licked the head of his penis and then engulfed his turgid cock in her mouth.

Nikos groaned even more loudly as Sarah swirled her tongue around his hard length and as for me, I was spellbound as my wife did for Nikos, what she had always refused me! After a few minutes of licking and sucking, Nikos pulled Sarah’s head away and helping her to her feet, he guided her to the bed behind her. Sarah flopped backwards when her legs contacted the bed and with legs splayed, both Nikos and I could see the thoroughly soaked nature of her thong. Taking hold of the sodden garment, Nikos slowly pulled it down her legs and once it had cleared her sandals, he turned to me and threw the garment to me. Even before I caught them, I could smell my wife’s juices in the material, and I couldn’t help taking the thong and holding it to my nostrils, inhaled the scent of a fertile woman.

On the bed Nikos was gazing at Sarah’s neatly trimmed pussy. Her labia were puffy and slightly open and gave a glimpse of her soft wet warm interior. With eyes on his target, Nikos took hold of her thighs and moved them further apart whilst at the same time dipping his head until his tongue made contact with her weeping sex. The effect on Sarah was electric. She almost screamed and then jerked as his tongue started to lick and caress her sex and then her clit which from my knowledge had to be erect and begging for attention. He took his time with her and she allowed him to ‘eat her out’ in a way that she had denied me. If I was lucky a few laps of my tongue was all I got before she wanted penetration. Nikos however had her thrashing around on the bed and as I watched, Sarah’s rapid breathing told of an impending orgasm. And then it broke and taking hold of his head she held his face against her snatch as she shouted, “Oh Nikos I’m coming oh fuck yes, just there, arrggghh..”

Having brought her off in such spectacular fashion, Nikos sat back on his heels and I could see his huge cock bobbing about. A large string of precum was dripping from the end and as he shuffled forward, he rested the end against Sarah’s glistening labia. “Put me in Sarah, this is what you’ve been wanting isn’t it?”

As if in a trance I watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as my wife reached out with her left hand and took hold of his cock and then located the big head in the split of her sex. I was just thinking how ironic it was that her rings of fidelity to me were on the fingers that guided another man’s cock to her sex, when another thought struck me. Protection? He didn’t have a condom on, and she was unprotected against pregnancy. I had to say something, this was a step too far. “Wait Nikos, you need a condom, Sarah is unprotected against pregnancy.”

Nikos turned to look at me and said “So? Sarah wants me bare, she wants my seed in her womb, don’t you Sarah?”

Sarah turned towards me with a flushed face and said, “Sorry Peter, but he’s right. I want him to fuck me unprotected.”

“But, but, I, that is you could get pregnant Sarah.”

“Oh, silly man, that’s the idea. I want what Sandra got from Nikos, a baby. Perhaps if you hadn’t had that damned vasectomy, I could have had more children by you. But now, well I want to have a baby by Nikos.”

“No Sarah, you can’t, everyone would know. I would be ashamed.”

“Peter, you are a lovely man, but you are going to be a cuckold. My cuckold.”

As I thought of what else I could say to dissuade my wife from this course of action, Nikos looked at me and said, “Peter, it is alright, just sit back and watch. I am not shy and would like you to witness what I can give your wife.”

Without further discussion, Nikos once again took hold of his cock, which had lost none of its size during our discussion and lodged it at the portal to Sarah’s wet sex. Now, leaning over my wife he allowed his body weight to push his fat cock into her and once he had the first few inches in, we both heard Sarah moan out loud. “Oh you’re so big Nikos, I don’t know if I can take you all.”

“Yes, you can Sarah, just relax and you will soon have all of me.”

I watched as Sarah tried to relax herself and at the same time, Nikos kept rocking his hips, gradually feeding more and more of his large cock into the tight tunnel that I was more used to. It took perhaps five minutes of careful penetration, but then Nikos had managed to bury all nine inches into her snatch and his pubic hairs were pushed up against Sarah’s sparse bush.

“There you are” said Nikos, “I told you that you would be able to take all of me.”

In a slightly breathless voice, Sarah said “have I really, I can’t believe it. But I do feel so full and stretched.”

“Look between us and see” replied Nikos and Sarah lifted herself up on her elbows and peered at the junction of their colliding sexes.

There was a smile on her face and as she lay down again, I was shocked to hear her say “now fuck me Nikos, show me how you treat your whores.”

I had no idea where this crude language came from as my wife was normally so prim and proper. It had the desired effect however and Nikos, taking his weight on his he elbows started the in and out thrusting motion that heralded the start of their proper fucking. I had to admit that when thinking back to the fantasy that my wife had alluded to, this scenario was exactly what I had envisaged. A well-hung stud taking my wife and bringing her untold pleasure.

After some time, Sarah moved her legs across his bum and her hands gripped his well-muscled arms. At the same time, her breathing started to become a bit ragged, and I recognised that another orgasm was on its way at the hands of this master cocksman. I had never managed to bring her off by fucking alone, but Nikos did and when her orgasm broke, she shrieked like a banshee. More disturbing was the way she thrashed around under his thrusting body, with hands clawing at his back at the pure pleasure she was experiencing.

Once she had come down from her orgasm, Nikos resumed his steady thrusting, only now he seemed to be slamming into Sarah with more venom and I could see her body shake as he drove his cock home on every thrust. I also noticed that Nikos was starting to breath harder and that a sweat was pooling in the small of his back as he pounded my wife. He had to be close and no sooner had that thought crossed my mind, than he raised himself up on his arms and looked at my wife. “I’m nearly there Sarah, tell me where you want my spunk.”

Without any hesitation Sarah replied, “you know where I want it Nikos, deep in my womb.”

“Sarah don’t be silly” I intervened, “you’re not protected, and well, please don’t do this to me, and to us.”

“You silly man” replied Sarah, “this isn’t about you or us, it’s about me. I want another baby and I want Nikos to give me that baby.”

“You can’t mean that Sarah, I couldn’t live with the shame.”

“Peter, do you love me?”

“Yes you know I do, I always have and..”

“Well then we’ll get through this I know we will. Now Nikos, please give me your seed and make me a mother again.” To emphasise the point Sarah crossed her ankles over his back and she placed her hands on his broad back.

Nikos didn’t need to be told again. Although he had never really stopped from thrusting into Sarah during our conversation, he now resumed more urgent and powerful thrusts as he drove toward his climax. And then he was there and as he lent down to kiss Sarah he moaned “I’m coming.” His powerful body shuddered and went rigid as he drove his cock deep one final time and unleashed his seed into my wife.

For her part, Sarah whimpered and clawed at the back of the man who was busy inseminating her. Either the feeling of him shooting his spunk deep in her or the realisation of what she was doing caused Sarah to orgasm yet again and she joined Nikos is rapture as they achieved simultaneous orgasms. They seemed to hold their orgasms for ever, with Nikos repeatedly slamming into my wife, and if the contractions of his muscular bum were anything to go by, he was continuing to shoot rope after rope of his spunk into my wife. I could see that on his back, Sarah had left long scratch marks where her fingernails had raked across his flesh in passion.

Finally, I realised that everything had gone quiet except for the heavy breathing of the two lovers. As I gazed at them I also realised that I must have ejaculated as well at some point, since my shorts were covered in semen. I didn’t even remember taking my cock out, but then the last hour seemed to have been a blur. I noticed that Nikos was lovingly kissing my wife’s neck and was nuzzling her ear whilst at the same time whispering things that I could not hear. Sarah had her eyes shut but had the contented face of a woman that has enjoyed fantastic sex. And of course, that is what she had just enjoyed. I knew she had just had the best sex since, well since at least the time I had known her. Nikos was an expert lover and obviously knew how to please a woman. I could not deny that.

I suddenly felt that I needed to escape from that room, from the place where my wife had given herself so freely to another man. I tidied myself up and after helping myself to another brandy from the bar, I went to sit outside and contemplate what I had just witnessed. I didn’t have to wait very long, since my thoughts were interrupted by Nikos walking out with Sarah in tow. I could see that they were both flushed and were still looking at each other as lovers do. Nikos spoke and said “Peter, thank you, that is well, I hope you enjoyed seeing Sarah with me as much as I enjoyed being with her?”

I didn’t know how to reply. How do you respond to a man that has just fucked your wife and not only that but has fucked her without protection and ejaculated deep in her still fertile womb? “I, er, well I’m glad that Sarah enjoyed herself, but I think we should leave now.”

“Yes of course, but please come back again, both to eat and well, you know for more ‘entertainment’.”

“We’ll see” was all I could muster by way of response. And with that I took a dazed looking Sarah by the hand and led her back to my apartment. No words were spoken on the way and when we got inside, she just collapsed onto a chair and closed her eyes.

As she sat there, she looked so sexy in her strappy sandals and bare legs. Her short dress had ridden up and I could see her soaked thong had long since lost the battle to contain the stream of juices that were pouring from her sex. For some reason I can’t explain I felt the need to look closely at her freshly fucked cunt and so I knelt down before her and lifted her dress. The smell of semen hit me immediately, but that didn’t deter me from carefully pulling her thong down her legs and then pushing her thighs apart to look at her ravished sex. Her muff was slick with moisture and I could see plenty of white goo dribbling from her sex. I don’t know why but I felt compelled to clean her up and so I moved forward and extended my tongue and started to lap at her sodden gash. The more I licked the more spunk seemed to appear and suddenly I felt fingers in my hair.

“What are you doing Peter? Oh yes you naughty man lick me there, yes lick my cheating snatch and clean me. Get my lovers spunk out or I’ll have his baby, ah yes, oh I’m going to come on your face. I…”

I felt her fingers entwine in my hair and pull my face forward until I was mashed against her flesh. I heard her sob and cry out as I brought her to orgasm on my tongue and this released more of her lover’s spunk into my waiting mouth. I held her thighs tight as she quivered and shivered through her prolonged orgasm and I could feel every convulsion of her body as she continued to twitch. Eventually her hands released my hair, and I was able to come up for air. I sat back on my heels and looked up into her face. “Did you enjoy that” Sarah asked.

“Yes, I don’t know why but I felt I needed to clean you for some reason. I can’t really explain why.”

“It’s okay, I understand. Do you still love me?”

I looked at and smiled, “yes of course, why would you ask that?”

“Well, it’s just that, I.., that is, you just licked another man’s spunk out of my fertile pussy. It shouldn’t be there should it?”

“What shouldn’t?”

“You know what I mean. I let another man come in me unprotected, and well, I could get pregnant.”

Again, I looked at her face. “The chances are small aren’t they Sarah. I mean they do say that the chance of conceiving over the age of forty is much reduced.”

“Yes, but even so..”

“I hope you won’t be, for both oursakes, that all I can say.”

Sarah was silent as she got up from the chair and headed for the shower. As I undressed and headed to bed, I still was struggling to take in everything that had happened. How on earth did a latent fantasy for both of us end up becoming reality? Was I to blame or was it all down to Sarah? I was drifting off to sleep as I felt Sarah join me in bed.

I woke with a start to a sun-drenched room. Glancing at my watch I realised that it was already 10am. Sarah was still asleep, lying flat on her back. The sheet had slipped off her during the night and I looked at her slim toned body with arousal. As my gaze moved down to her sex, I noticed that her labia still looked to be slightly inflamed. Other than that, there was no outward sign that she had been seduced and fucked by another man. She looked contented and at peace. Probably with good reason I mused. After showering and throwing on a pair of shorts I made some coffee and as I took a cup into the bedroom, I noticed that Sarah was now awake.

“Hey” she said, “Are you alright, did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Here’s some coffee.”

“Oh, thank you, my wonderful man.” She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back and before I knew what was happening, we were having passionate sex. As I thrust into Sarah, images of Nikos fucking my wife filled my brain and I became more aggressive as I tried to reclaim what was mine. I didn’t wait for Sarah to come and with one final thrust I emptied my lifeless semen into my wife’s womb to mingle with the remnants of her lover’s sperm.

“Wow that was intense” said Sarah as we lay recovering.

“Yes, I just needed to, that is..”

“Sshh, it’s okay, I understand.”

No more words were exchanged as we dressed and headed to the beach. We spent the day lounging in the sun and relaxing in the warm waters of the turquoise sea. Later as we headed back to the apartment I asked where Sarah wanted to eat that night. “Well, we could go back to..”

“No” I said forcefully, “we are not going back to the Olive Tree. I can’t, no we can’t, sorry but that’s just the way it is.”

I could see that Sarah was slightly annoyed and upset by my reaction, but that was just tough. I managed to find another wonderful taverna and we enjoyed a superb meal which I hoped did something to mollify my wife. I should have known better of course!

The next day after coming away from the beach, Sarah insisted that we ate again at the Olive Tree. Part of me was excited at what might happen, but a much greater part was really nervous. Would my wife end up having unprotected sex again with Nikos? I knew it wasn’t the fact that my wife was being pleasured by another man. No, that had been a fantasy after all. It was the risk of her becoming pregnant that played on my mind since I knew they wouldn’t use any protection and Sarah was still on a mission to become pregnant with the third child that I had denied her by having a vasectomy. The fact that this was a mutually agreed vasectomy didn’t seem to have registered with Sarah!

So, it was with a heavy heart that I accompanied her to the taverna that night. Nikos was delighted to see us, and we again had a wonderful meal. After the meal he came and sat with us and we chatted again. However much to my relief he said that he would have to say goodnight to use early as he had to go and visit his parents in the next village. I could see the look of disappointment etched in Sarah’s face as she realised that she wouldn’t have any opportunity to repeat her tryst of two nights ago. I should have known however that I wouldn’t escape that easily. Nikos told us to come and eat the following night and he would give us his undivided attention. I knew exactly what that would mean! Sarah enthusiastically agreed and as we rose to leave, she gave Nikos a peck on the cheek, which brought a smile to his face.

That night we again made love, and both enjoyed what I thought were fantastic orgasms before we fell asleep. The next day was just a long, drawn-out prelude to going to see Nikos again. Sarah spent ages getting ready and wore my favourite Grecian dress that and a split up each side and which left nothing to the imagination! She again chose her strappy white sandals and as we set off for the taverna she gripped my arm tightly both in anticipation and to help steady herself in her heels.

At the taverna we were given another wonderful meal and then once other diners had left, Nikos joined us at our table. Sarah couldn’t contain herself and sat seductively next to Nikos as we chatted. It seemed pointless to delay the inevitable and so rising from the table Nikos said whilst looking directly at Sarah, “shall we go inside?”