Vacation In Spain - 1

On holiday together again, to the beach without our children.

In this part Marjolijn starts to challenge.

This story is different from my previous stories to a large extent made up.

Ahhh finally! That must be it

my wife exclaims with relief as I pull the car into the cottage's driveway. In the meantime it has become 19:00H and we were getting a bit corny. We have arrived at our holiday accommodation for the next 2 weeks. We are for the first time since

centuries

once again alone on vacation. We could leave our children with grandpa and grandma and that way we have a little time for ourselves. Because it isn't yet

super high season

we could rent a house with a private swimming pool quite affordable. We can also use a small beach that is only accessible to people who lived in a house on the mountain that borders the beach.

We took it easy this time. With our convertible, now don't rush over the toll roads with nagging children in the back seat, but over the nationals via France to Spain. The ride actually went well, only once arrived at the villa park it became quite a search. We went uphill and downhill until we finally recognized the house in the distance from the photos. It was on a different part of the mountain but luckily we could get there quite easily.

We open the door of our temporary holiday home and take a look. Everything neatly arranged and spacious enough for six, so certainly for the two of us. As reported, the villa has a private swimming pool and was well sheltered, we had no view except perhaps from a villa on a mountain top further on, but without stargazers or very strong binoculars they would not be able to see much. We're looking at the pool.

Here you can easily sunbathe in the nude and swim a little

I notice.

mmmmm yes nice no prying eyes

Marjolijn says happily.

well... you know I like it when you confuse men a little with your nice body. I had expected that now that the children are not with you that you would loosen up a bit on the beach. I actually thought you kind of agreed with that

hahaha you want to fantasize about threesomes again, you horny

fantasizing can't hurt right?

no it is, we'll see. Unpack everything first.

I always leave the unpacking to Marjolijn, so we have the least chance of a fight. I propose that I drive to the snack bar and get some food and then we sit on our balcony with a bacoo and then go to bed early. No sooner said than done.

When we're in bed and we start making love I quickly bring conversation back to a threesome. I know she fantasizes about a DP. Two men who first spoil her and then stretch her vagina to the maximum by fucking her double vaginally. I quickly whisper in her ear how easy it would be to find someone here who is suitable for that. It's a big enough house, with the private pool there is always an excuse to flirt and seduce men with her wonderfully horny body. And nobody knows us here, so no privacy violations. Maybe she will find a nice man that she could do a trick on. She knows I often fantasize about that. I notice that Marjolijn is getting very horny again from fantasizing and I decide to admit that I'm a bit tired and want to go to sleep. Hoping to see them on the beach again tomorrow

burden

is going to get her horniness. An annoyed

goodnight then

I get thrown at my head. And soon after we fall asleep anyway. Apparently we were both very tired anyway.

The other day, after breakfast, we pack our beachwear.Is this actually still possible?

Marjolijn asks. She is standing in a red bikini. Her breasts protrude from the top. As he got heavier over the years, Marjolijn has settled exactly where men usually don't mind. On her breasts which are now about size 75F and on her buttocks. The top of the bikini is approximately size 70E, so a very large part hangs outside. I say

hangs

but luckily Marjolijn's breasts have remained quite firm all these years. The bottom does not completely cover her buttocks, but I think it's such a horny bottom that she should keep it on. The bikini is a bit older and a bit worn and if I do my best I can fantasize that her bald pussy lips are visible through the fabric. Especially when it gets wet.

At 47 years old, she still looks very hot. What a horny MILF is what comes to mind when I see her standing in front of the mirror. She is a bit short in stature, Long blonde hair, light blue expressive eyes. The fact that she is a mother of 2 children cannot be seen from her body. She is no longer skinny like in her youth but certainly not fat. She has a pair of large breasts that haven't sagged too much from breastfeeding but sway with every step she takes.

can you answer this one?

Yes, I still think it's great

But my tits are half hanging out

No dude, it's fine, it's just for the beach, right?

That's true, well I'll take a look at it today, I'll put on my white t-shirt and white short jeans over it anyway

shall we go then?

and with those words I grab the beach bag and we walk out of the villa towards the beach.

When we reach the foot of the mountain we can walk straight onto the beach. We are a bit late and there are already a lot of people. Especially families with young children or the older retirees. There aren't many of the mid-engines we belong to.

Where shall we sit?

asks Marjolijn. I've already found my favorite spot. A woman is standing halfway down the beach. She is fiddling with a parasol until her husband takes over and puts the parasol firmly in the sand, keeping their baby out of the sun.

The woman has the body of a top model, long slender legs, a wasp waist and a well-groomed head. Her wavy long hair is auburn to red and trendy sunglasses. Wow what a beauty. The only downside to her looks as far as I'm concerned, she probably also has the breasts of a supermodel, so none or very small breasts.

Let's sit there

I say pointing to the spot right next to the couple. Mrjolijn looks at me mockingly.

gosh. I didn't expect that, exactly a spot next to that bridge pussy

hahaha, then you should have chosen yourself

maybe I would have chosen the same spot actually

says Marjolijn mysteriously.

At that moment I pay little attention to her comment and we walk to

us

beach spot.

We lay down our beach towels, We each have our own ritual for that. I throw everything down and go into the sea as soon as possible. Marjolijn is measuring everything down to the millimeter before she puts down even one thing.

I'm going into the sea, I'll see you later

I call out and not much later splash into the clear water.

From the sea I can look closely at the ritual of Marjolijn. After a few minutes of bending over with her white hot pants twisting in all directions, she apparently thinks it's good enough to lie down. She stands by her beach towel and pulls her t-shirt off over her head. She stretches. Strange I think, this is a bit theatrical how she does that. And it takes her a long time to realize that she has pulled her top a bit and now has an Australian cleavage . Then I realize I'm not the only one watching. The man of the model clearly also has an eye for Marjolijn.

Marjolijn pretends not to see it, or she really doesn't see it, but I immediately doubt that when I see her grab suntan oil and start to apply herself. She puts some oil on her hand and rubs it on her upper body. Very slowly she greases everything. Slowly her hands also go to her top. Her hand goes into her top and she massages her breast. Slowly her other hand goes to her other breast. She now massages and kneads her tits with both hands. I know her nipples are rock hard now and poking through the fabric of her top. Wouldn't she know that what she's doing is mega horny, I wonder. Marjolijn now lies down and I dive into the water to swim around a bit. After a quarter of an hour of swimming I think it's enough and walk to my sheet and let myself fall down on it and let the sun dry me.

I'm going to cool off in the water

My wife says. Typical, I think. I just got out of the water and just laid down on my beach towel.That's fine, watch out you don't get too wet

I say sarcastically because she rarely goes in the water and almost never swims at all. My wife wisely ignores me and I watch her as she gets up and walks towards the sea.

We consciously experienced the 1980s, the years when topless on the beach was quite normal. And because it was a fairly small-scale beach where mainly families with children come, Marjolijn apparently thinks it is acceptable to walk topless from her beach towel to the water.

I lie on my back with a rolled-up towel under my head, my sunglasses obscuring my eyes, and I can almost unnoticed inspect the beach looking for nice ladies. And now I can spy on my own wife.

Her slender legs are nicely tanned and as she walks away from me I see her lovely ass. Because she did not notice that her bikini bottom had shifted while getting up, she now walks towards the water with her bottom as half a thong between her buttocks. One buttock hangs out of her panties and I wonder how a full thong would look on her.

I notice that I'm staring a bit, it's also like I'm watching a movie. She slowly walks towards the water. If I do scan around me, I see that someone else is watching mesmerized. It's the model's husband next to us. I estimate him to be about 21 years old, the model may be a little younger. Closer now, I got a good look at them. What a beauty! That hair too, long, wavy, almost curly, chestnut brown and a nice even smooth skin. Her eyes were still hidden behind the glasses, I actually hoped I could look into them one more time. That she was the child's mother was hard to believe. She still had the figure of a model, and as expected, unfortunately also with top model breasts, at most cup B. I also see a scar over her stomach, probably her baby was born via a caesarean section.

She is definitely not breastfeeding

Marjolijn had said scornfully after I had pointed her to our beautiful beach neighbour. Small tits and a bridge pussy. Marjolijn was apparently not very charmed by my new muse.

I think they came from Sweden. It sounded Scandinavian when they spoke to each other and the only cars on the mountain had Spanish, German or Swedish license plates and the one Dutch of course.

Anyway, as much attention as I had for his wife, the neighbor seemed to have for mine as well. He absorbed all the movements Marjolijn made as she walked towards the sea. He paid particular attention when Marjolijn rubbed some sand off her nice buttocks.

Nels

I hear the neighbor calling bridge pussy with something unintelligible after it and I see that the neighbor stands up for a moment and walks to his wife. She is lying on her stomach and apparently she asked to have her back rubbed. The baby sleeps in the shade of the parasol. He grabs some oil and hurriedly starts rubbing his wife's beautiful body. Her back and legs are gleaming with oil in no time. If I could have done it I would definitely have spent extra time rubbing her long legs and especially giving the inner thighs towards her bikini bottom extra attention.

Nels apparently had other plans. He fumbled a bit and quickly sat down again to search the beach. Is he now looking for Marjolijn? I wondered. Sure enough, his restless head movements stopped when he looked towards the sea, straight in the direction of Marjolijn.

Marjolijn had her maximum

in sea time

already reached and came walking slowly towards the beach. Slowly her breasts rose above the water, her balls seemed to float on the water. Real breasts are apparently lighter than water because they seemed even bigger now, what a juggernaut even I thought, who was used to them. I looked to the side and saw neighbor Nels breathlessly watching what was happening at the edge of the sea. I couldn't resist taking a closer look at him. It was, as far as I could determine as a straight man, certainly a handsome appearance for a woman. Blonde, good head with hair. Good body, not overly trained but certainly sporty enough. A little blond chest hair curled on his torso. I knew my wife was charmed by this type of man. He wore modern tight light blue swimming trunks. Such a boxer short-like model and now that I looked a little closer I saw a considerable swelling in his pants.

Meanwhile my wife had walked a little further out of the water. She was still almost in the water up to her navel, her nipples poking out towards us and drops of seawater dripping from her heaving breasts. At that moment she threw her head back over her hands and with her hands down she rubbed as much water as possible from her hair. Her breasts now stood straight up and her nipples seemed to point to the sun for anyone who wanted to know where it was. And did I see it right, did she look straight into the face of neighbor Nels? In any case, she didn't look at me and Nels didn't have it for a while it seemed. He moved a little, maybe he needed a little more room in his boxers

Marjolijn walked on and rather slowly out of the water with her wet shiny body she looked a bit like Ursula Andress in Dr. No or Halle Berry walking onto the beach a few years later. Only Marjolijn seemed to know that she had a spectator. When she was almost out of the sea she looked back as if she had stepped on something and with her buttocks towards neighbor Nels and me she seemed to be picking up something from the beach. Her lips were stretched tight against the thin piece of red cloth. Because she was still at a distance I couldn't say for sure but I expected that there was a piece of labia outside the textile. Marjolijn straightened up and turned around again. Now she did her bikini bottoms just as well. She grabbed her shorts behind her and pulled them out from between her buttocks. And also at the front she thought she had to put it another way. She grabbed her panties and pulled them off her stomach as if to inspect her pussy lips for sand. All in all, quite innocent actions for the ordinary beach guest, but I was staring at my own wife with an emerging boner and something seemed to grow in Nels' pants.

After the thorough inspection for remnants of sand, she continued towards her bath towel. And again it seemed as if she was looking directly at Nels. Nels wore sunglasses just like me, so I wasn't entirely sure if he was looking at Marjolijn. It is true that his breathing became somewhat restless when Marjolijn bent over to get a bottle of water. Her breasts now hung heavily in front of Nels' eyes. I saw that Marjolijn was now really looking straight into his sunglasses and bent over a bit longer than necessary as if she couldn't find the bottle. I also noticed that her gaze went to his penis, which was clearly visible in his light blue boxer shorts. What a massive thick cock this Swedish boy seemed to have. Marjolijn bit her bottom lip as she looked the neighbor straight in the face again. Meanwhile I wondered how his petite wife could have this pole in her.

Marjolijn got hold of her bottle, stood up and stood en-profile in front of her admirer. Tilting her head back, she sucked on the bottle of water. I think she deliberately didn't open the cap far enough because she had to suck hard to get the water out, her cheeks hollowed out. To neighbor and myself it looked very suggestive. As if she sucked on his thick penis instead of very obediently on a bottle of water for the other beach guests.

hey yikes, my sheet has completely blown away

Marjolijn said and bent over to put the sheet properly. With her legs outstretched, she leaned forward. Her ass towards the neighbor. She looked back down her legs to see if she had his attention. Well! She had it! Nels did not know what was happening. Beside him stood one

supermilf

she was playing with him, that was also clear to him. While his own wife and child were lying in the shade half a meter away, on the other side at 2 meters an almost completely unknown woman was turning him on. While her own guy lay next to it and could see what was going on. Marjolijn saw that the neighbor was watching and put the beach towel properly. She must have her pants wrong on purpose

fashioned

it played through my head because I could see how one pussy lip was hanging completely outboard. Her panties were tight in her vagina on one side. Soaking panties, of course from the sea water, but whether her pussy was so shiny from the sea water alone was not clear.

She stretched out on her beach towel.

Can you rub some cream on my back and legs, honey

she says to me. Of course I agree. And start smearing the oil on her back. I gently massage her back and shoulders. My wife thinks I'm a good massager and she accepts my massage with a soft moan. I actually find it a bit strange. Normally she never moans like that with normal rubbing, now it looks like we're in the bedroom. Then it slowly becomes clear to me. She does this intentionally. Because while I rub her shoulders, she seems to be looking for eye contact with the neighbor all the time. I don't think I've ever seen her like this before, but to be honest we've never been so close to someone on the beach who has the appearance of her ultimate seducer. Also about the tools in his boxer. Thick and preferably rock hard, is what falls on, thick he seems to be sure if he can get hard she still has to find out. She straightens up a bit. To give her admirer a nice insight into her breasts again.

Don't forget my legs

she says.

Wait let me turn around

This is a strange movement, she turns around but not from back to stomach, no she now turns so that she is lying with her legs towards the neighbor. OK I guess. You are very open about it now, but to be honest, I've always said that I find it horny when other men get horny from her, so saying something about it isn't fair either. I throw some oil on her legs and start massaging them.

Don't forget my buttocks

my wife says as she really pulls up her panties like a thong. Less than 2 meters away, a strange guy is staring at my wife's ass. And not only her ass, her vagina is clearly defined against the textile. Most of her pussy is out anyway. Her pussy lips hang outside the bikini bottom that has been promoted to string. You can see the moisture on her lips. Because most seawater has already evaporated, this must be something different from water.

I swallow. Marjolijn seems to hear it

Do you like it…. Billy

she asks horny.

uhhu

I just can't figure it out. I massage her legs and she spreads her thighs a little to give my hands some space. I grab the bottle of oil, giving neighbor Nels a perfect view of my wife's now visibly throbbing pussy. Her labia are maximally swollen.

I can't see his cock Billy, he's very stiff

she dares to ask me.

Just as stiff as me, hahahaha

I answer.

Billy?

she asks.

Yes?

I find this boy dangerously interesting

she confesses.

Oh dear, it's a bit of harmless entertainment, isn't it? He is here with his own wife and child, it won't go that fast

You must be right, she says, just round it off and we'll go to our house in a bitIt's okay, just smear the last bit

I say.

I massage her legs one last time and occasionally touch

accidentally

her pussy. She then moans just a little too loudly. Neighbor Nels has visible difficulty in controlling himself and I can see that his penis in his boxer shorts shows a disproportionately large swelling.

When I look past Nels, I see that bridge pussy also shows a lot of interest in what is happening with us. She is sitting on her lovely buttocks knees apart, she is rubbing her thighs like I was rubbing Marjolijn. She seems to copy my movements and even touches her pussy every now and then. I almost regret having to stop rubbing in Marjolijn. I would like to know where this is going to lead. We pack our things and greet our beach neighbors with a friendly

goodbye

and walking to our villa.