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My wife and I met in college, during the drunken party days of fraternity-sorority life. We are now in our late twenties, and we have been married for three blissful years. We have no children, as we live rather casually and are sort of putting it off.

Even though we had a rather crazy and promiscuous lifestyle in college, at the time we had no idea that our real sexual adventures would really begin when we became married, full-time working adults. Now, we find this pretty ironic. My wife Lisa is a total knockout. Some guys say they like her because she looks like she could kick their ass. What first drew me to Lisa were her bright blue eyes which seem to just pop in comparison to her dark skin.

Her dark brown hair is thin and straightened which she keeps parted and framed around her beautiful face. In public she is the one turning he obviously. Although our first swinging experience was very hot, we wanted to save it for later and instead tell everyone about a really crazy night we had last weekend. Our college football team had lost a pretty bad game, one of the first important ones of this season. Luckily we live near campus, so shortly after this travesty of a football game we were ready to get hammered and have some fun.

We picked the busiest and most packed bar out of the several on campus. The second we walked in, I already noticed a few of the young college boys staring at Lisa. She was wearing tight jean shorts and a sort of stylish black tank-top. She smelled absolutely amazing and I myself kept staring at her well exposed cleavage, building a rather sizeable erection I hoped to make use of later.

As we drove around the bend the view in front of us was incredible. A friend had told us about this unspoilt stretch of the Mediterranean coast of Spain. The landscape was dry, volcanic and rugged which contrasted beautifully with the aquamarine sea. We were high on the cliff edge and below us we could see a series of small coves, some with beaches, some rocky, but the most important thing was they were all almost entirely deserted.

My wife, Emma, squealed with excitement and I squeezed her thigh. We had left the kids with their grandparents and intended to spend the day snorkeling and being naked in a secluded cove. I parked the car and stepped out into the sweltering sunshine. The heat seemed to radiate off the rocky ground. She was such a little naturist, which suited me fine. I loved to watch her shapely body moving in the bright sunshine.

I was less comfortable with my own nakedness, as soon as I got wet my cock seemed to almost disappear. I felt a little self-conscious, even in front of my wife of 15 years. Emma never seemed to feel self-conscious. She is very open and confident, which is one of the things I love about her.

I am a little more reserved… happier fixing a car than making small talk. We decided on a cove that had no beach, just large rocks, because we thought it would attract fewer people and the snorkeling would be better. We struggled with the beer cooler and snorkeling gear around rocks and cliffs until we got to our chosen spot.

Behind us was a sheer cliff, to each side you had to climb over rocks to get to where we were and in front lay the Mediterranean. A small rock reef formed a circle in front of us, with sharp rocks breaking the surface of the water. Within the circle the water was mirror-like…perfect for snorkeling.

Emma said yes as she pulled her sun dress over her shoulders. I watched as her body was revealed. She had golden Scandinavian-type skin but her tits and ass were creamy white. Her pussy hair was full, but trimmed. She was curvy and delicious. She took the beer and sat sipping, gazing at the water in front of us. I walked over and kissed her, the kiss turned into a tonguing session and my cock started to harden. The prospect of fucking in the hot sunshine only made my cock harden more.

She lay on her stomach and I squirted the now hot cream on her full buttocks. She giggled. I squirted more cream on each of her tits and around her pussy. I took my time rubbing the cream into her tits. Her nipples stood proud. She moaned gently. I then moved to the area around her pussy. I could not help but have a little stroke of her pink pussy lips. She slapped my hand away with a smile. The water was delightful, warm and turquoise. The goosebumps and lack of gravity work wonders for me and I spent almost as much time watching her as I did the fish.

Every know and then I would swim up to her and rub my hand over her ass or cup a slippery, sun-creamed breast. She responded by groping my cock and giggling through her snorkel, but then swam on. After and hour or so in the water we pulled ourselves out and got a drink. We sat on the towel warming in the sun, talking excitedly about what we had seen.

It was bliss. We were a couple of feet away from the crystal clear water and we had not a care in the world. While we were talking we noticed a snorkeller coming towards us. All you could see was his snorkel and the top of his head. Suddenly he stood up. It was too late for Emma to get dressed, as our clothes were quite a way behind us. He was holding some kind of shellfish. He was walking out of the water towards us. It is giant mussel and I am so excited I want to show somebody, it is a little rare.

The shell tapered down to a point, which obviously anchored it in the sand. He was a nice looking guy, with a friendly face. He was so enthusiastic about the rare mussel that he seemed not to have noticed that Emma was naked. Of course I knew how her night had went. I knew exactly where she had been and exactly what she had done, because I had watched her doing it. She had been fucked by at least seven different guys. I should have been livid, I should have packed my bags and left her, but I now knew that she had been a reluctant participant in the events I had witnessed.

And I knew that she was doing it for us. Sounds strange, but it was true. The whole thing started a few months ago, really when she lost her job due to the economic downturn. We were struggling to pay the bills, even with the little extra I was making in over-time; when her friend Kelly suggested that she could make good money working with her as an events organiser.

A couple of months after that first event, Susan told me she was going to help Kelly with her next party, she seemed hesitant and again I asked her what the problem was, and again she was non-committal. The night of the event came along and I could sense that she was almost dreading going out to it, of course now I know why, but at the time it all seemed very odd, I put it down to first time nerves and a lack of confidence.

Looking back I can see it was then that things started to go sour between us. She lost her interest in sex, and she seemed to be more and more depressed. I eventually came to the conclusion that she was having an affair, stupid I know, but how could I have guessed that the problem really was that she was working as a high-class call girl. I came to the conclusion that the man she was seeing behind my back must work with her, so I decided to follow her to the next event and find out exactly what was going on.

Kelly picked up my wife shortly before 8pm that Saturday night; I was already outside the house, waiting further down the street in a rented car, so when Kelly pulled onto the street and drove past me, I discreetly followed them. After about 30 minutes they pulled into the busy driveway of a large detached villa somewhere in the suburbs.

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