A quiet holiday ? - No, fuck some strangers!

About 6 months after Jane's encounter with Phil, Jane and I went on holiday to a nice sunny mediterranean resort we'd been to before. We were still on a bit of a high and keen for some more similar, experiences.

The first couple of days were quiet and we managed to build up a bit of a tan lazing around the pool. Jane went topless and attracted many admiring glances and stares from the males and we were never short of a helpful waiter.
She was slim but not skinny with long blonde hair a tanned body with big tits, she looked gorgeous, and she knew it!

One evening we went out and visited a few lively bars. One of which had a DJ who laid on various entertainment - games, karaoke and stuff.
I knew the local brew was having the desired effect when Jane said she was going to partake. Whenever she was in this kind of mood she tended to forget I was there and just do her own thing, fine by me!
She joined a dancing competition and after being voted out went to plead with the DJ. After some negotiation she snogged him and I mean snogged him!
They raised a cheer when he called her back, snogged her again and shoved his hand up her top for a lingering grope of her tits. So she got her way!
She had another dance and got a big cheer when she raised her top, pulled up her bra and shook her tits around.
As she left the small stage she was greeted by a group of 6 or 7 males - one of them grabbed her and snogged her while the rest had their hands all over her groping her tits and ass, then another from the group snogged her. She just stood there as they passed her around, whooping in delight at their new game. Eventually they calmed down and I lost sight of Jane for a while.
Some of the other customers were less impressed shaking their heads and making "tutting" sounds as they walked away.
I found a suitably discreet spot at the bar that was close enough to the group of males so I could watch Jane.
She was still the centre of attention for 3 or 4 of them and they seemed obliged to have the occasional grope of her ass or tits as she danced around in the middle of them.
They were a youngish group probably aged 20 to 30 and from the UK.
After a while a couple of them stood near to me at the bar shouting and laughing at each other above the loud music.
I couldn't hear everything they said but picked up - "Dirty bitch", "Needs a good fucking" and "Gagging for it". I edged a bit closer to them and heard one say "Fuckin nipples man, like that" and demonstrated by pulling his thumb! The other agreed "Yeah great tits, fuckin slag" they laughed.
I glanced over at Jane just in time to see her being led towards the toilets by 2 of the group. Unfortunately the bar staff noticed too and seemed less than impressed but took about 10 minutes to decide what to do.
As the manager walked to the toilet he was met by one of the guys who had gone with Jane, he had his arms raised and was cheering himself loudly "Oh yeah, oh yeah" he kept shouting until the manager confronted him and calmed him down.
He managed to stop the manager from entering the toilet and shouted inside to his mate.
A dishevelled and sheepish Jane soon walked out hand in hand with the other guy and they took a finger wagging talking to from the manager.
Meanwhile the first guy came to his mates at the bar. They bombarded him with questions. "She wanted us both to fuck her", "No, fuckin slag!" they replied.
"Kev didn't hang around, and while he fucked her I got her to suck me off" he bragged. "Dirty fuckin bitch" they replied looking over at Jane.
"I didn't fancy it, not without a johnny" (condom). They nodded in agreement.
"He was still doing her when I left" then added "Dirty cunts married you know". "No way, is she, fuckin hell!" they replied looking over at Jane.
Oops, time for me to relocate I thought as as I shuffled away.

Jane stayed over with the group and I noted that the guy who had apparently fucked her had completely lost interest and pushed her away at one point, much to his mates amusement. But that didn't deter her, she danced away and chatted with whoever was interested.
As time went on and things returned to normal Jane was left with one of the young guys from the bar and 2 others one of whom was a short fat guy who had obviously drank more than the rest! Jane chose him to be her seat, making fun of him by groping his boobs and kissing him as she sat on his lap.
The rest of the group left and the bar started to empty. I decided to wait outside and see what would happen.

After what seemed an age Jane staggered out hugging the young guy from the bar while his mate supported the fat guy. They stood debating for a while then slowly walked off towards the beach. I watched them disappear down some steps then followed only to find the fat guy and his mate sat at the bottom of the steps. Damn, where was Jane and the young guy?
I debated walking past the two on the steps but decided to wait.
After a while Jane walked back to the steps hand in hand with the young guy. They giggled and laughed then he snogged her and patted her ass as she walked away and up the steps. She walked past me mumbling to herself. I caught her up and apparently surprised her. "Where have you been, guess what?" she asked and continued "I just sucked a guy off on the beach, haha!" I laughed with her and told her I knew what she'd done.
"Oh that bastard in the toilet!" she exclaimed "You didn't see that did you?"
"He was really rough wasn't he, kept banging my head, had a big cock too!"
"I think I'm gonna ache tomorrow" she laughed fondling her boobs.
By the time we reached our room she was apologising and emotional saying "Sorry, I didn't mean to, sorry I think I drank too much".

In the morning she told me all the details with me reassuring her and reminding her and filling in a few gaps for her. I was dying to fuck her but she said she was too sore so wanked me off instead.
She did indeed ache and her tits were covered in bruises, so much so that she didn't go topless for a few days.
I wanted her to fuck some more guys but she wasn't in the mood, she just wanted to relax and, behave shall we say. I think she was a bit embarrassed at what she'd done and still wasn't convinced that I was ok with it. I thought it was unbelievable and awesome!

So we drifted along having a nice holiday sunbathing and chilling out with me fucking her at every opportunity until she probably became bored with it!
Then on our last night but one we ended up drinking a fair bit and went back to "that bar" the first time since the horniest night of my life!
There was no planning and nothing was discussed. Jane didn't seem bothered now and mingled in her usual way with anyone who had a cock. So I took my place at the bar with a hard-on and, waited.
She danced with a few willing guys then went over to the DJ, knelt beside him and chatted. I saw her put her arm over his leg and he stroked her shoulder.
She stayed with him for ages and came to the bar to get a couple of drinks for them, totally ignoring me!
Jane ended up sat with the DJ for the rest of the evening. Boring, boring.
Eventually the music stopped and Jane helped him pack up his stuff.
Mr DJ popped to the toilet leaving Jane stood by the back door and I followed him in. "Alright?" I said as we pee'd. He just nodded, finished then bought some condoms from the machine. "On a promise?" I asked. He smirked then replied "What, oh yes" in a Spanish accent. He was short and chubby, dark skinned and older than I had first thought, probably about 45.
"For the wife?" I enquired trembling and giggling at the irony as I pointed to the condoms.
"What, no no, my wife doesn't need to know" then "For a nice UK girl" he added laughing as he walked out.
I shot out of there as fast as I could feeling quite sober suddenly, and made my way outside to the back of the bar.
There wasn't a lot of light but as my eyes adjusted I saw Mr DJ leading my wife to a small car. I shuffled around the short perimeter fence to a spot in the shadows and watched them snog against his car. They groped each other frantically until he stopped her by rubbing her crotch in a way that can only be described as - vigorously! Jane gave a loud groan as he pinned her against the side of the car then pushed his hand away and pulled her knickers off.
He opened a door and bundled her into the back of the car with whoops of delight coming from Jane as he pulled his trousers down then joined her on the back seat before slamming the door shut.
I debated hopping over the fence but chose instead to get as close as I could to the car behind the fence but in a more exposed position.
There was little or no movement from the car, surely they weren't having foreplay? Turns out they were, Jane was wanking him off as he fingered her, nice guy, whatever next!
After a fucking long time, there was some shuffling around in the car ending with Jane's foot appearing in the back window near the door they had got in and him leaning over with his head near the far door. Then he went for it! His head bobbed around backwards and forward as he hammered into her. The car started to rock and I could just hear Jane, never one to be quiet during sex, moaning and groaning encouragement to him. Then as suddenly as it had started, it stopped and his head disappeared from sight. Damn, is that it?
After a few minutes they both sat up chatted, then started snogging. I was dying to get closer, I was dying to cum too!
I watched slightly confused as they disappeared onto the back seat again for a few minutes then Jane's feet appeared again. I shuffled around to try and see through the side window as best I could. She had one foot on the front seat headrest and the other on top of the back seat and I realised his head was between her legs, the gentleman. Again, whatever next!
Then they sort of swapped positions, Jane's head appeared briefly and he sat with his head against the side window. After a few minutes of that mutual appreciation Jane repositioned and her legs appeared on the top of the seats again. Mr DJ took up his position and the car started to rock again with his head bobbing a lot more controlled and slower. There was the occasional pause as Mr DJ bent down, presumably to kiss her or her tits, but they were at it for ages. I was almost becoming bored when the backdoor to the bar burst open and 4 or 5 barstaff came out. I dived for cover as they chatted, then one of them noticed Mr DJ's car, she pointed at it and they all laughed and shouted stuff in Spanish that led me to think this wasn't an unusual occurrence!
They gradually drifted off in their cars without having a peep into Mr DJ's car, "Whats wrong with them, weirdo's" I thought!
The car was still rocking as if nothing had changed but stopped after a couple more minutes. I was confused again, there was some shuffling around then it started again but with a bit more gusto!
Aha, the distinct sound of Jane being fucked hard and giving lots of encouragement to the man with the cock that was using her. I loved it!
I could make out her muffled groans "Oh yeah, oh yeah, gone on, go on, fuck me, fuck me!" in rhythm and perfect timing as each time he banged into her. Then she let out a loud "Don't, ooooh, don't stop, aaaah, you bastard, ahhhhhh!" before going quiet.
Mr DJ carried on banging her hard and fast then let out a series of long muffled grunts and collapsed on top of her. I realised my cock was in my hand, my legs were like jelly and my head went dizzy as rather a lot of spunk flew onto and through the fence towards the little car that my wife had just been fucked in! Superb, I virtually collapsed against the fence.
I scurried back into the shadows and waited for them to emerge from the car.
I had rather a long wait and was very disappointed and slightly concerned to see them drive off!
I ran back to our room and was relieved to find Jane in bed, alone with a smile on her face. "He was a good fuck" she chuckled. "Did you see us?"
I told her I had seen some of it and the rest I assumed or imagined.
"He fuckin made me cum, he made me cum while he fucked me, he was really good!" she exclaimed happily.
She let me go down on her after warning me that he'd cum inside her. "I thought he wore a condom?" I asked.
"Yeah the first time, but I told him to take it off second time 'cause I thought he was never gonna cum!" The fucking stud, I thought.
"You dirty horny bitch" I said as I crept between her legs.
As I licked her clit and gently fingered her she told me about it in detail. With my spunk greased finger I fingered her ass as she took over on her clit thrashing about as she made herself cum for the second time.
I didn't take much persuading but, she insisted that I fuck her and cum inside her. She said she liked the thought of 2 guys spunk in her at the same time - the fucking dirty slut. And I did in no time at all.

The next day, our last, I insisted we go back to the bar and she introduce me to the DJ. She wasn't sure but agreed in the end.

I can't explain it but it was a huge turn on to meet Mr DJ, the guy that had recently fucked my wife. And I hoped he recognised me as the guy from the toilet. His head must have been all over the place!

We went in there had one drink then she walked me over to him and said "Hi this is my husband, I told him we were friends and you're a great DJ!"
He looked utterly confused and a bit more than slightly worried.
I shook his hand and said "Hi, nice to meet you, hope you looked after my wife last night, she came home late and really tired".
He nodded and said "Yeah, err, yes of course" and laughed nervously.

We had other holiday "experiences" later on but none to match that one.