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I booked a week in Spain at a nice resort, as much as I could afford plus a bit more. After her holiday with the boyfriend was so luxurious I could hardly book a holiday in a budget hotel. I admit I felt a bit of male competition, I was not as well paid as him but I could provide for my wife. The night before she went to her boyfriend’s flat again as they wanted a last night together before we left. “How am I going to go a week without sex?” she asked me. She knew that she was asking the wrong person, by the time of our holiday I had not had sex for almost 6 months.
So I pulled up outside his flat at 6am to pick her up. I already had her main suitcase and vanity case in the car. It was noticeable that despite me being taxi driver for my wife and boyfriend countless times including for their holiday drops offs etc, boyfriend did not offer to take us. Then again I suppose it represented the hierarchy between us. Our flight was not until late morning so we had plenty of time. I text her to say I had arrived, no answer, so 5 mins later I called, no answer. I was just contemplating going and ringing his door buzzer when my wife texted back. ‘Will be right out, XXXX is just giving me one last fuck’. 40 mins later she appears looking quite tired, flustered, hair a bit of a mess and clothes rather creased (which is not like her at all). There was no sign of boyfriend. I kissed her hello on the cheek, put her hand luggage in the boot, checked she had her passport and drove off. I was trying not to be moody, I had been sat there for nearly an hour and we had gone from having plenty of time to having to rush a bit and starting to hit some traffic. She commented on a quite matter of fact way ‘sorry but we have been fucking late last night and he wanted one last session when the alarm went off’. I smiled and let my mood go. I must admit the cuck in me loved it.
We parked in long term parking and had to get a bus to the terminal. Not quite the luxury service cuck taxi drop off that she is used to, she even had to pull her own case, I could tell she was getting a bit grumpy. When we arrived at the terminal we were ok for time (my wife said I was always getting to the airport too early), we checked in and when we got into the Departure Lounge she told me that she had to go to ‘freshen up’, “I have cum running down my leg, he put so much in me last night and this morning” she told me, she said she was worried that they would smell the cum when she went through security. I did not say anything but she did look like a woman who had just been fucked and I was sure I could smell the odour of sex when she got in the car and standing close to her at the airport. It did hit my cuck buttons, anyone looking at us would think we were just another married couple standing in the Departure Lounge, instead of a cuck and his wife with her boyfriend’s cum still running out of her. She went to the Ladies and I went and bought a few bits for the flight. She appeared after a considerable time looking a different woman. She had done her hair and make up and looked a 1000% a new woman. We even had time to grab a quick breakfast before our flight.
The flight went well, there was plenty of little touches of affection from her, I was feeling very positive about the holiday. Maybe this could be a turning point for me take to take back a little bit of my wife and reclaim her emotionally at least. We arrived, it was November so it was not hot but I was pleasantly warm in Southern Spain. We checked into the hotel, the girl behind reception took our details. ‘Mr and Mrs XXXX, One double room ‘ she said. My wife and I paused, I was feeling some embarrassment coming. “Is it one double bed only?” I asked to which she said “Si”
“I booked a twin room with 2 beds”. We could see she was puzzled “So you don’t want a double bed?”
My wife intervened, “Sorry but really need two beds, we are married but we are not together, not to sleep together, I have a boyfriend at home so it’s important”. I could tell my wife was oversharing on purpose to embarrass me in front of this attractive receptionist. The receptionist gave a professional smile and typed into the computer. She smiled again and said fine, she changed our room keys and said ‘here you are one room with 2 beds’. We said thank you. I could feel my face red with embarrassment and humiliation. As we were walking to the lift I glanced back and saw the receptionist talking in quite an animated way to another lady behind the counter and both of them were smiling. The whole hotel staff now knew that I was not sleeping with my wife and that she had a boyfriend at home.
We got to the room which actually looked bigger than I expected it had one double and one single bed. My wife took the double and me the single. “Shall we go and explore?” I asked her. “First she said there are some rules, don’t forget the promise you made to XXXX no trying to get into my bed even when we have been drinking. Second no wanking without my permission, I know how much you wank at home and it is ridiculous, I am not spending the week with a man wanking 24/7 every-time he sees me in my underwear”. I had to admit the incident at reception had man me horny and I was thinking of wanking. “Can I wank now?” I asked “No!” she replied.
The week was very enjoyable and I enjoyed spending time with her and reconnecting. We spent days exploring the resort local town (it was not hot enough for sunbathing). There were a couple of days where it was nice and warm. In the evening we went for dinner and chatted about how crazy our lives had become. It is sad to say but there was something missing, we still loved each other but we were not the couple of old, her boyfriend’s presence was felt even though he was far away. Even though it was just two of us the cuckold lifestyle was still prominent. Each night getting ready for the evening she would come out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, she would make a theatre of putting moisturiser on her body and putting on sexy underwear in front of me. At home I would have glimpses but here sharing a room I had a front row seat and she was rubbing my nose in it. She had still packed very sexy underwear and nightwear. Seeing her blow drying her hair in front of the mirror in her thong and bra, showing off her figure (her bum in a thong is a sight to behold) made me ache with desire. She would then do her make up and get dressed with me helping her, she allowed me to place her heels on her feet. Stepping out with her each evening I would see men eyeing her and feel proud but also sad, little did they know that I was not her sexual partner, not in the conventional sense anyway. When we got back she would call her boyfriend and tell him about the day, sometimes it slipped into phone sex and I lay in my bed listening to her play with herself while talking to her boyfriend. At the same time she was not allowing me to wank, and she even mocked me to him, she said things like “yes don’t worry about him, he’s laying in his bed now holding his useless micro in his hand”. I was not used to abstaining from wanking and my sexual frustration (having her flaunting her body in front of me, having phone sex with her boyfriend and her sleeping only a yard or so from my bed) was growing by the hour. Also I heard the personal stuff they talked about, conversations like we used to have, always ending with “I love you”. I must admit it made me jealous and sad to hear.
Towards the end of the week, my frustration got the better of me, I had not wanked for 6 days or so which was a record for me. After we got back on the last evening she was complaining that her feet hurt after walking quite a way in her 4 inch heels. I had underestimated how far a restaurant was and her feet were paying the price. I offered to give her feet a massage (which I know she loves) to make up for my error. Massaging feet was one skill her boyfriend could not beat me at and she said go for it. She lay down on her bed and I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed massaging each foot in turn. My wife has the most amazing perfectly formed Size 5 feet with perfectly manicured toes with red nail varnish. She started to moan in pleasure, I went to town applying pressure to the arches and ball in a sensuous way. I had also got my cock out and was discretely giving myself a tug, I was desperate to cum. After about 20 minutes I could bare it no more and kissed the soles of her feet. She sighed with pleasure, I then went for it and started to suck her big toe. I could feel a tingle of an orgasm starting and I must admit I was getting emotional, it was so nice to be this close to her again. I put all her toes in my mouth and sucked her feet which tasted devine. Suddenly she pulled them away, “don’t get carried away” she said, “you remember you said to XXXX, this looks dangerous close to breaking your promise!”
I could have cried in disappointment, “please just a bit longer” I begged her.
“Do you want me to tell him how your started massaging my feet and put my toes in your mouth? He won’t be pleased!”
“No, please don’t tell him”, I crept back to my bed. “Please can I at least have a wank?”
“Ok then, you can wank whilst I am taking to XXXX on the balcony, you better hope I don’t tell him what you just did”. I begged her not to, I was not sure what he would do but I knew it was best if he did not know.
So I lay there in my bed wanking whilst my wife was on the balcony talking to her boyfriend in the soft loving voice that she uses when she speaks with him. She was kind enough to not to mention my indiscretion. I had not wanked for 6 days and I was worked up so it was an almost an instant wank. My orgasm was big and I felt a sense of shame lying there covered in my own spunk listening to my wife on the balcony talking sexily to her lover.
The holiday drew to a close and before I knew it we were back at the airport for our return flight. We were in Duty Free when my wife suggested that I buy her boyfriend a present as a thank you (for letting my wife go on holiday with me). I bought him an expensive bottle of whiskey which my wife said he liked. The flight back and then journey back to the car in long term parking was uneventful, we were both tired. Our moods were slightly different, she going straight to her boyfriend’s flat and was looking forwards to seeing him, I was going back to an empty house and was sad that the holiday had come to an end. We drove from the airport to his flat and she was texting him whilst I drove. She was smiling and let out small laugh when she read one of his messages “He says to tell you to hurry up, he is going to give me the seeing to of my life when I get there” and then she said quite openly “I’ve missed his cock so much”. Once again I had a mixture of jealousy and cuck desires mixing in my head.
We reached his flat, she pecked me on the cheek good bye and took her hand luggage. I tried to hand her the bottle of whiskey in the Duty Free bag, she told me I was not getting off that easy and told me I would have to give it to him when I see him. I watched her let herself in (she has her own key to his place). Then drove home to unpack her and my suitcases. I was a bit sad, although I enjoyed the holiday it had shown me how much my marriage had changed. We were not lovers anymore, we were more than friends but no longer lovers. We were somewhere in between. I tried to take my mind off it by thinking about what he was doing to her at this very moment, I had no doubt that he would of been fucking her as soon as she walked through his front door. My cuck desires blocked out my emotional melancholy.
I got home and after doing the essentials that you do after returning home after a holiday, I opened her case and took out one of her black thongs and a pair of her heels. I went to sleep wanking, enjoying the freedom to wank without asking permission.
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