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The week whilst they were away on holiday went very slowly for me. My wife had been away with her boyfriend before but that had been for long weekends and never a full on week long holiday. I tried to stay busy with work and working my way through the long list of chores she had left me, cleaning the house and DIY mainly. I was of course glued to my phone waiting on messages from her and looking at her social media for any posts. As we always agreed that when she was with him, I was forbidden from calling or sending her messages apart from in an emergency (she always said when she is with him the time is theirs). So the deal was she would contact me when it suited them.
She sent me messages every other day, photos of her sunbathing by the pool (I assumed taken by him) looking amazing in her new bikini. She is half Italian with dark hair and olive skin that tans beautifully. The photos near the end of the week showed her topless, which made my cuck heart skip a beat and my cock twitch. Although not that big her tits looked to die for, pert and defying gravity. It was ironic that she was happy to show off her breasts in public so freely but when at home I am barely allowed to see her undressed apart from helping her get ready for dates etc. On that note she did send pictures of her getting ready for an evening out (again taken by loverboy) from underwear to fully dressed in a sexy LBD and heels with the message “as your not here to help me get ready XXX is having to step up and help” making my cock twitch with jealousy! There were also photos of them out for dinner as a couple, looking amazing. She sent me a selfie of them kissing sitting in what looked like a restaurant. There was also pictures of a formal evening with her dressed up to the nines and her hanging on his arm smiling from ear to ear like the perfect couple in love. She also put some posts on social media, which like the first was cryptic and did not give the cuckold situation away. Looking at his social media he was being much more open sharing pictures of them together tagging her in, they did have a couple of mutual friends related to their work. I only hoped family and friends would not look or search online for mention of my wife. Similarly I had to be careful not to put anything online that showed I was in the U.K. When you start cuckolding you don’t think of it being like a spy film but in many respects it is!
I would like to say that I did not spend the week wanking but that would be a lie. I wanked over each and every picture of her and the ones of them together, particularly the photos of her topless, of her in her underwear getting ready and the one of them kissing. By the end of the week my cock was wanked more than it had ever been (well maybe a bit of an exaggeration) and I missed my wife. My cuck angst was high, the knowledge that he had taken real ownership of her was undeniable. On the last evening she text me to say that instead of coming straight home from the airport pick up as planned, I was to drop them both at his and she would be staying over at his for one last night together and driving herself home the next day (her car was parked outside his flat). The news was a huge disappointment, I was looking forwards to seeing her and reconnecting with her but it was also a cuck turn on. It was also obvious that the holiday had been a huge success as a couple. They say holidays make or break relationships, so from a cuck point of view I was happy for her but I would be lying if I said the small male ego part of me was pleased that that the romantic holiday had been a success.
Their flight was due late afternoon and I set out early arriving in good time and parking in the short term car park. A hour or so later they appeared wheeling their luggage. She looked tanned and radiant even after a 4 hour fight. They said hello and we exchanged pleasantries. She kissed me on the cheek and I shook his hand, again his grip was very firm as he towered over me (he is much taller than me). She was pressed hard up against him for the whole drive back. We chatted about their holiday, she asked about the list of chores and what I had been up to. We arrived at his flat, she left her cases in the car and took her hand luggage only, which I carried for her. He took it off me and said “I’ve got it, thanks for the lift”. She kissed me on the cheek and told me she would be home tomorrow and told me to unpack her case and to put the dirty laundry in the wash. They then went inside, it was obvious from their body language that they were about to have sex yet again. That guy had had more sex in the past week than I had had in years!
The drive back by myself was lonely with only her cases in the car. I could not help but think of them together and the sex they were about to have whilst I was driving. She looked stunning in her travel outfit and yes I would jealous of him. When I got home I opened her case, seeing all her dirty underwear, swimwear and dresses some of which I had seen in the photos she had sent, my cuck status really hit home. Seeing the lingerie she had worn for him sent me a powerful message. I smelt it all and yes it smelled of her and the sex they had enjoyed. I put the wash on but kept 2 or 3 items of lingerie back to sniff and wank over, putting them under my pillow in my room. I went to bed and wanked furiously and feel straight to sleep.
I felt more positive the next morning, making breakfast and taking the dog for a walk. I have the ingredients to make her a welcome home dinner that evening and started to chop veg etc when her car pulled into the drive early afternoon (I must admit I had been tracking her on my phone). We kissed hello and she went for a shower. I wanted to ask questions but I refrained and thought I better let her tell me in her own time.
We had dinner and sat down to watch TV. I poured her a glass of wine and she put her feet in my lap and I gave her feet a massage. As I did so she told me about the holiday. Their daily routine was to sleep in and have some slow morning sex, followed by a shower and then catch breakfast just before it closed. They then lay by the pool all day in the heat, she is a sun worshipper and tans beautifully. The sun always makes her horny and she said sometimes they would go back to the room for some afternoon sex after lunch. They would stay by the pool until early evening then they went back for a shower and change (and sex if they desired). Followed by dinner, drinks and late night entertainment. The second half of the week she worked up the confidence to go topless, which she said felt daring and naughty. She said it was very odd chatting to other English couples around the pool with your tits out. She said one guy they had met the night before stopped for a chat not realising she was topless (as he was passing) and then had to carry on the conversation trying to only look her in the face instead of her tits, she said it was a bizarre exchange talking about anything except her tits being on full display. She said the boyfriend and her found it a huge turn on and straight afterwards he told her he wanted to take her back to their room then and there to fuck her, which she told me he certainly did.
She told me that they did have one ‘disagreement’ (which was how she described it). One evening half way through the holiday a Dutch guy started chatting her up at the bar whilst her boyfriend was elsewhere. Knowing my wife she was enjoying the attention and was flirting back but when her boyfriend returned he was not impressed. Dutch guy quickly left when boyfriend appeared and the evening carried on. My wife told me that when they got back to their room he made it clear that he was not impressed. She told me he told her that he was not like her husband and if she thought she could cuckold him (like she does me) then she was mistaken and that as his girlfriend she must be 110% his. He then told her to remove her dress which she did, he then bent her over the desk in their room, pulled down her thong, gave her bum a good spanking and then put his cock in her from behind. She told me all this whilst I was massaging her feet. She reflected “it was so good for a man to assert himself like that, really owning me, it was the best sex of my life, his jealously took it to another level” (I can’t remember the exact words but that was pretty accurate). By now my cock was aching and she told me to get my “3 incher” out. She told me that I had been a good husband whilst she was away and allowed me to wank over her feet. I loved being so close to her, smelling her feet, rubbing my cock against them. My only regret was I had wanked so much that only a small amount of cum went on her toes and feet. When I was done she asked me to wipe the cum off her feet and kissed me good night and told me that he needed some sleep. She went to her room and I went to mine, as I went to sleep I inhaled the lingerie that I had stored under my pillow.