We Met On Holiday, But Only Live A Few Streets Apart

We got chatting about our respective wives around the pool. Both women sleeping after a very drunken night out.
I don't remember who suggested it, but myself and Paul went up to their room and immediately we began feeling each others cocks as we kissed.
It was obvious straight away he was the more dominant man, so I sucked in his dick as he leaned over a little and began fingering my arsehole.
We both knew we didn't have long, so I knelt on the end of the bed and let Paul thrust into my arsehole.
It was all over in less than five minutes with his cum leaking out of my arse.
We'd literally just sat on the balcony when Paul's wife walked in, still groggy from her hangover.
Surprisingly she casually said "Can smell Paul's spunk. I take it you've got a gooey arsehole".
Paul laughed, but I must have looked shocked because she added "Don't worry, I won't be saying anything to your wife".
During the rest of our eleven night stay, Paul fucked me five more times, with me sucking him off twice more.
We now meet up once or twice a week and usually he fucks me in his car. It's an arrangement both myself and Paul's wife enjoy.