Two years ago I was on my honeymoon with my husband Paul. We met another slightly older couple there, a French couple, Jean and his wife Anna. A few days after arriving on the island, we began to go out together as a foursome and I soon realised how much Jean and I were flirting with each other. It was mainly because Paul seemed to have found himself a drinking partner in Anna and they'd both get themselves smashed, with Paul passing out almost every time.

Jean, just like me doesn't drink and I soon started to enjoy his company almost alone, as Paul and Anna prefered to party with the bar staff. One evening as they ordered another round of drinks Jean asked me if I wanted to get some air. At the rear of the bar, which was only yards from the beach, I found myself stood looking at the moonlight reflecting off the ocean with a gorgeous older man, I wasn't on honeymoon with.

Jean looked at me, held my hand, bent over and whispered into my ear "Do you want to have some fun as we appear to be being ignored". As he said it I was already moving my hand to the front of his shorts. Touching his bulge, I could tell he was already erect. Putting my hand inside his shorts and feeling the naked skin of his huge cock told him I wanted him and his sex.

With my new husband and the wife of the man now licking out my pussy litterally only yards away, I had my first orgasm. Jean was and is such a passionate giving lover and for over ten minutes his tongue and fingers played with my pussy clit and arsehole. I was lay on the sand with only the moonlight to see by and I was loving every touch of Jeans.

I'd only just cum again in one strong long flowing orgasm, with Jean finger fucking me as his tongue lapped at my soaking wet clit, when I heard Paul drunkenly shouting mine and Jeans name. Quickly dressing (stuffing my knickers in my handbag) we walked back into the bar. I was totally frustrated, because when Jean stood up I could see the silhouette of his large cock and I truely wanted him to fuck me good and hard with it.

Back at the villa we'd rented, I'd invited Anna and Jean back, hoping Paul and Anna would drink themselves into a stupor. I didn't need to worry, both of them were blind drunk in less than an hour. Paul passed out first, followed not long afterwards, when she had no one to drink with, by Anna.

Jean wasnted to go into the bedroom, but I had other ideas. With Both Paul and Anna flaked out only feet away, I undid Jeans shorts, pulled out his thick long flaccid cock and sank to my knees. Looking directly at Paul I took Jeans thickening cock into my mouth. It was the most sexually horny moment of my life up that point. Sucking hard on Jeans cock with his wife gently snoring no more than three feet away.

Not wanting to risk being disturbed, or at least stopped again. I waited until Jeans nine inch cock was fully erect. I took off my skirt, my knickers already removed from earlier, turned around holding onto the arm of the sofa Paul was now passed out on, and offerd my pussy and arse for Jean to fuck. When he impaled me from behind My face was only inches from Pauls and couldn't help but let out a small, I want to be fucked moan.

I don't know how many times Paul moved as Jean hammered into my pussy, but I didn't give a shit. If my husband couldn't stay sober enough to fuck his new wife, then why should I care. Jean obviously didn't after a few minutes of burying his cock deep up my pussy, because he took his slick cock out and offerd it up to my rear hole.

Paul and I have had anal sex, but it was nothing in comparison to what Jean and his maginifent cock gave me. The anal sex we'd had didn't prepare me for the absolute joy I got from Jeans cock. I must have looked like a real slut as I begged Jean to fuck me harder. Even the sofa began to shake as I hung on with Jean driving his cock so deep into my bowels. I could feel every inch of his thick veiny cock sliding passed what I now know to be my anal sweet spot. It wasn't a surprise when I felt the huge orgasm building, but it was when after thrusting extra hard, Jean flooded my rear hole with his hot sticky cum, just as my own orgasm ripped through me.

Totally satiated myself I saw Jeans cock was still fully erect as I climed off his swollen member. Siting on the floor in front of the chair his wife was asleep on, I made Jean walk over to me. standing astride my head, I took his anal cream covered cock back into my mouth. Licking and sucking his stunning cock in front of a pissed up couple of idiots, I brought Jean back to the point of cumming. Turning so I could see them both, I opend my mouth to recieve Jeans cum juices and taking every drop I could, I swallowed the lot.

It was awkward facing Paul the next morning, not because of what myself and Jean had done only feet away from them both. But because I knew we had eight days left and I also knew at every oportunity I would try and have Jeans cock deep inside me. Jean extended his and Anna's holiday to match ours. Telling her it was so they could enjoy our company, implying her and Paul. In reality it was so we could have more time to have sex together.

Nearly ever night they drank, until they were too far gone to notice anything. Myself and Jean would find someplace more private (Not that I cared at that point) to have ever better sex.

Things improved back in the UK with Paul and his drinking, and at one point I thought he'd given up all together. Although I missed Jean and his awsome nine inch cock, I resolved to make our marriage work (dependant on Paul's drinking) Then in July this year Paul began drinking heavilly again. I hated the situation and not having phoned Jean since our honeymoon, I rang his home in France. He was surprised to hear my voice, but was wondering why I'd not answered his texts. It appeared he'd tried to contact me and I'd put one number wrong on the piece of scrap paper I'd given him.

Were going over to France in five days. Paul no doubt wants to get back into drinking with his alcoholic friend Anna. I want Jean to get back into my knickers.