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Written: 16 March 2020

After John
by Isabella After John by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/FF, F/F, Public Sex Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

John, my husband of twenty years, passed away suddenly, there was no long illness, he was only sixty years old so it wasn't like I had any time to get my head prepared, John had a bad migraine one day, he went to the doctors to get something to help with the pain and the doctor sent him straight to the local hospital to get a scan. I was at work, I didn't know anything about the scan or the trip to hospital, the first thing I knew was a Woman Police Officer came into my office, asked if I was Victoria Clarke, I stood up and said that I was, she told me to sit down because she had some bad news for me.

John hadn't even made it to the hospital for his scan, he had been driving along the main road and he just passed away from a brain haemorrhage.

I ran for the bathroom to splash water on my face, I looked at myself in the mirror and took stock.

  • Sensible shoes, brown Oxford style with a one inch heel.
  • Thick grey woollen tights.
  • Knee length tweed skirt.
  • Tweed Jacket.
  • White, long sleeved, blouse with stand up collar.
  • String of pearls around the outside of the collar of my blouse.
  • Mid length hair pulled back tightly into a bun.

I looked every bit the sixty year old wife of a conservative accountant...the very model of what my husband expected his wife to look like...the problem was, I was only forty years old.

There was a knock on the door, "Are you okay Mrs Clarke?"

I opened the door and took a deep breath, "What do I have to do now?"

"We need a close relative to formally identify Mr Clarke, it should be the spouse, a parent, a sibling or a child."

I shook my head, "It'll have to be me then, I'm the only family member left!"

I was offered a lift by the police woman so that I didn't have to drive myself...she thought that I might be too emotional to drive a car. I patted her arm and thanked her for her kind offer, "I wouldn't want to keep you from your duties, if I don't feel safe to drive...I can get a taxi, just tell me where I need to go."

I was told at ten o'clock that my husband had passed away, at ten thirty I was in the mortuary identifying my husband's body. At eleven o'clock I was signing papers to donate my husband's body to medical research. At eleven thirty I was ringing around beauticians to cut my hair to a length that I would prefer it to be rather than the length that my husband insisted it was. I phoned ten beauticians as the taxi took me back to work but couldn't get an appointment for a week. I spotted a men's barber shop that was empty, the barber was sitting in his own chair reading a news paper so I told the taxi driver to pull over and drop me right there.

I walked into the barber's shop and shocked the barber to death when I asked him to cut my hair. He was quite elderly and had never cut a woman's hair before, "I wouldn't dare cut your hair madam, I'm not a stylist, I just cut men's hair...nothing fancy, just simple cuts."

I looked at the photographs on the wall, pointed at one, "I want my hair to look like his...what style is that?"

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"That's just a short back and sides madam...no lady would have that kind of haircut."

So there I was, it was just twelve o'clock and I had my hair nice and short and it had only cost me seven pounds...in my usual beauticians I'd have paid thirty quid for a trim and it would have taken over an hour.

I walked to a dress shop and bought a complete outfit, from lingerie to an overcoat...the underwear was black...a mark of respect for my recently dead husband but my dress was short and colourful with a deep 'V' neckline front and back. I even asked the shop to dump all of my old clothes and took several bags full of new clothes that my husband would never have approved of. From the dress shop I went into a High Street travel agents shop and asked what holidays they had available for immediate departure.

I managed to get a cancellation, a holiday that left at six o'clock the following morning and because it was a late cancellation, it only cost me half the list price for two weeks in the sun.

I called in at work and caused a ripple of shock running through a very conservative company because of the way I looked, especially when I resigned and told my boss that I wouldn't be returning to work after my holiday!

I went to church...I never usually accompanied my husband to church, just on special occasions. The priest was a friend of John's, not just his priest but they had actually been to the seminary school together but when Father Patrick went out into the church...John lost his calling rather than his faith. He had an issue with the church doctrine that said that homosexuality was bad and that priests should be totally celibate while allowing openly gay priests to pass through seminary school and go out into the world failing two of the stated tenants but the final straw came when Cardinal Rapsinger sent out an edict telling all bishops to cover up complaints that were made about parish priests that they were having sexual congress with children...that really was the final straw for John.

I don't know what came as the bigger shock for Father Patrick, the way I looked or the news that his long time friend had passed away suddenly. He got the church ledger out, I recognised my husband's handwriting in the book...probably more of my husband's handy work than Patrick's.

"Did they give you any idea when they would release the body...I can pencil something into the diary for a fortnight's time to give you time to get the news out to people...John already has his family plot so that he can rest with his mother and father."

"You were looking at raising money to repair the wall under the north window...John said that you'd been quoted sixteen thousand pounds to fix it...if you allow a plaque dedicated to John's memory under that window in the repaired wall, I'll pay for the repair."

"Well, wouldn't a headstone be more appropriate next to his father's grave."

"John won't be in a grave, his body is going to be used for medical research."

Patrick's jaw was still going up and down but no sound was coming out by the time I left...I had a lot of packing to do to be ready for my holiday in just a few hours.

When I got home I realised that I was actually quite wrong about the amount of packing I'd need to do. I popped a suitcase onto my bed and a bin liner at the side of the bed. I opened my wardrobe door, took out the first skirt, held it against my stomach, took it off of the hanger and then dropped it in the bin liner. By four o'clock in the afternoon, I had put my new clothes and one blouse from my wardrobe into the case and I had six large bin liners full of clothes that were destined for the charity shop.

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I loaded up my car and drove my old life to the good-will store and then went on to another dress shop where I bought two dresses, five skirts, fourteen t-shirts and several sets of lingerie as well as a bulk pack of black bikini-brief knickers. I packed everything into my case and set out for the airport. Because it was a last minute cancellation I was just filling a seat and bed that someone else had booked convenient to where they lived, I had to drive over two hundred miles to get to the airport for the six AM flight.

It was a three hour flight to the sun, an hour's waiting for the bus to the resort and a queue of thirty people to get through the booking in process so I was in my hotel room by lunch time. Not a massive room, it was about twelve feet square with an en-suite shower room. When I got into the room the curtains were closed so I opened them, I stepped out onto the balcony. I hadn't paid for any particular room, the hotel boasted a hundred rooms with a sea view...mine wasn't one of them...my room looked out over the hotel next door, in fact, if I leaned over my balcony as far as I could and someone opposite did the same...we could probably have shaken hands across the gap.

The heat hit me as I stepped out of the air-conditioned room. 'Bikini' jumped into my head...now I'd never worn a bikini but I knew that I was heading for a hot country so I'd bought several pairs of bikinis and now it seemed like the perfect time to see if I dare wear one in public.

I took my t-shirt off and slipped out of my skirt, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself as I stood there in my new black lacy bra and matching bikini-brief knickers...I compared my image to the one I saw twenty-six hours ago when I looked every second of sixty years old...now, with my boyish hairstyle and sexy underwear I looked more like thirty years old rather than forty.

I was about to unfasten my bra when I was distracted by an argument coming from the neighbouring hotel. I looked through the wide open window and saw a man standing on the balcony opposite, a woman threw something at him, screamed at him and then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. He...for his part, did nothing at all, he just stood there looking over into my bedroom.

Was I affronted...I should have been but then I was now dressing to make men look at me and this one was looking. I stepped out onto my balcony, he raised his glass up to me and called over, " Bon après-midi, beau bikini!"

I'd never stood in front of a stranger wearing so little before...hell, I'd never been in front of my husband wearing so little, if I had been in my bedroom wearing my massive white granny knickers and my white utilitarian full cup bra when John walked in, John would turn his back on me and ask me to put my dressing gown on. I actually felt emboldened as I said "Afternoon."

He looked a little shocked that I spoke English and then he laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, I thought...well, you look French rather than English."

Now it was my turn to laugh, "What makes me look French?"

"Sorry, it's a little personal of me but I saw your arm pits and your legs and...well, around here, it's only the French women who are happy to have so much hair on show."

I stepped back into my room and looked in the mirror, I lifted my arms...'Tufty-Club!' jumped into my head and my legs were covered in black hair as well.

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I couldn't believe how I could have missed it...the thing is, I'd never been exposed like this before so it hadn't even entered my head to shave my legs or my armpits. Well, bikinis were out of the question so I was glad that I'd bought some clothing that would keep me cool in the hot afternoon sun. The man across the way watched me as I dressed, and I have to say that I milked every moment. I had a black, see through, mesh top, it was a short shirt top that tied in a knot under my bust. The top was so see through that I had to wear something under it or I might get arrested out in the street.

I could have just left my black bra on under it but...well, I would class that more like the old me...so I found my black bikini and I turned my back on the man watching every move I made and I took my bra and knickers off before changing into my black bikini. I put my black mesh top on and tied the knot and then I found my new black peasant pants, they too were fine mesh and would be see through out in the sunlight, the legs were voluminous but the ankles were cuffed tight.

I left the hotel looking for lunch and a drink.

As I walked out into the street, I was pounced on by the stranger from the room opposite mine, "I hope that I didn't upset you earlier when I mentioned how hairy you were. You almost ran from your balcony..."

"No...sorry, I wasn't upset...if I were upset I'd have closed my window and curtains instead of letting you watch me getting changed!"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I was planning on finding somewhere to eat lunch."

"In that case, can I buy you lunch then."

I let him guide me to a restaurant, his tan would suggest that he was closer to the end of his holiday than his first day like me.

We chatted over lunch...you know...the kind of thing:

  • name? I told him that I was Victoria and he told me that he was Bill.
  • Where I was from? I was Northampton and he was Liverpool.
  • What I did for a living? I told him that I had just resigned from a very boring office job, he was a probation officer.
  • Was I married or did I have a boyfriend?
When we got to that question I said, "I'm a widow...how about you?"

"I'm sorry to hear that...when I woke up this morning, I was married but after the fight you caught the tail end of...I'm probably separated or on my way to a divorce now...so, how long have you been a widow?"

I just smiled at him, would he be shocked if I told him that I'd only been a widow for one full day...I changed the subject, turned it around to my hirsute problem. I really did want to get the chance of wearing a bikini on the beach during my fortnight's holiday but I knew that before I could do that, I'd need to remove a serious amount of hair.

"My wife prefers depilatory cream, the hair doesn't grow back so quickly as when she shaves and the stubble...when it does come back is much softer and lighter in colour so it isn't so noticeable when it does come back."

"I'll have to give that a go later then so I can do a little sunbathing tomorrow."

"You'll need to go to the chemists in town to get the good stuff."

"Is there that much difference between makes of hair removal cream...really?"

"Yes, definitely, they can be as different as chalk and cheese."

The restaurant cut our conversation short by kicking us out so that they could close...they needed to clean up and get things ready for their evening service.

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"What are you planning on doing now Victoria?"

"I need an afternoon nap for a couple of hours, I've been on the go since six o'clock yesterday morning, if I don't have a nap, I'll miss out on the hotel cabaret tonight!"

We parted company outside the restaurant, I returned to my bedroom, I left the window open but closed the curtains to make my room dark enough to sleep in. I stripped off totally and just lay on top of my bed.

I woke to someone knocking at my door, I went to the door and looked through the little spy hole in the door. I saw Bill standing there with a sheepish and furtive look about him.

"Just a minute Bill...I'm not decent!"

"That's okay, I've seen you not decent once before today!"

I stopped...my hand was on the door handle, he was right, he'd already seen me totally naked earlier today but then a little voice in my head reminded me that he only saw me from the back so I stopped myself opening the door and I wrapped myself in a towel before opening the door to him.

"What can I do for you Bill?"

I stepped back and let Bill into my bedroom.

"I popped into town and got you this."

He held a long thin box up for me to inspect.

I took the box and went to the window to open the curtain so I could see what he had just given to me.

"The writing's all in Spanish...what is it?"

"It's the depilatory cream that my wife uses...well, the same make but boxed for the Spanish market."

"Well, if it's all in Spanish...how will I know how to use it?"

"It's quite simple really, the important thing is to test a small patch before you use it all over."

"So...what do I have to do with it then?"

"I could show you how it works...that's unless you want to throw me out into the cold!"

"Bill, it's thirty degrees centigrade outside...so, show me what to do then...please!"

Bill opened the tube and put a spot of the cream on his fingertip and then he lifted my left leg and rubbed the spot of cream on the outside of my leg, down by my ankle. Bill sat stroking my leg, "It takes around ten to fifteen minutes usually so you leave the test patch on for twenty minutes...any redness at all in that twenty minutes and you don't use the cream.

We sat talking again as Bill stroked my leg and watched the time go by.

"Right, that's twenty minutes, you need to just pop into the shower and rinse the cream off of your ankle."

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I put my left foot in the shower and held the hose in my hand to spray water on my ankle before drying it. There was a small patch of bare skin on the outside of my ankle in an expanse of hair. Bill inspected the patch, no redness at all then he chuckled.

"Now what's so funny?"

"In some countries that would be a symbol that you were a lesbian...I do hope that you aren't a lesbian though!"

"Why's that Bill?"

"Because I was hoping that if I helped you to clear away all of your hair...you might just look kindly on me and let me sleep with you tonight."

"That wouldn't be sensible Bill, your wife's already pissed at you...if you don't go back to your hotel room soon she'll be even worse."

My phone chose that moment to ring, I left the bathroom and walked over to my bag, I picked up my phone but it stopped ringing before I got there, while I was looking to see who had rung off so quickly I heard, "David...at last...you know where my spare key is hidden, I want you to go over to my house and change the front door lock for me...then I want you to take all of Bill's stuff and dump it in the garage...I don't care if you put it in a box or in bags...dump his crap straight on the garage floor if you like, I don't give a damned anymore!"

I stood, still wrapped in my towel, the call wasn't for me, it was Bill's wife's phone, it had the same ring tone as I used but hers was much louder than mine. I looked over at Bill, "Looks like we'll be sleeping together tonight after all, so...just how much hair should I get rid of?"

"Why don't you spread your towel on the bed and I'll rub the cream over you...you tell me when to stop!"

I didn't hesitate, I pulled the towel off and spread it on the bed, I was totally naked in front of a man for the first time in my life.

Bill started under my arms, getting rid of the 'Tufty Club' look, then he moved down to my feet and started plastering the cream up my legs.

"How do you feel about a bikini-line?"

"I've never worn a bikini in my life so I guess that I'll just keep the bikini-line the way it was made."

"I don't mean the line of your bikini...I mean the hairs that will stick out through the leg holes or over the waistband of your bikini knickers!"

I laughed at my faux-pas..."So...how would you prefer to see that area?"

"I could try to use the cream to form a small triangle but that is very hit and miss with depilatory cream, my wife usually just clears all the hair away rather than messing about."

"Let's try it that way then...in for a penny, in for a pound!"

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So the cream was plastered right up to my belly button and even though it was such a 'pedestrian' activity, having a man rub cream all over my body really turned me on massively. Bill even creamed my arms and the back of my hands and fingers. I started the ten minute countdown even though the hair in my arm pits had been covered for longer than thirty minutes by the end of the ten minute countdown.

"Do you need a hand showering?"

I grinned at Bill...I realised that he was only being so attentive because he wanted to fuck me but it was still a nice idea to share a shower with a man for the first time.

I nodded my head and stood and watched as he stripped off and we held hands as we walked into the shower.

I'd never felt so pampered in my life, first the creaming and now washing the cream and hair away from my body and even though I wanted to reciprocate a little on Bill but he wouldn't let me touch him until all the cream and hair had been washed from every inch of my body...and even then, after my body was totally clear of hair and cream, he insisted on soaping me all over and washing me totally clean.

I had more pleasure and felt more loved during that shower than I'd felt with John in all of our twenty years together.

When I started to wash Bill, I actually started with his cock and marvelled at the engineering built into it, when he wasn't excited it was small, less than two inches long and an inch in diameter and as soft as jelly but just one caress from my hand and it more than trebled in size and doubled in thickness. I kept letting it go to sleep as I washed other parts of his body and kissed him and then I'd wake it up again. John had never let me touch his cock before in our twenty years of marriage...not that it had ever crossed my mind to touch him in the past.

I messed about with Bill in the shower for thirty minutes before he go a little bored and asked me if he could fuck me...I had a mini climax just from him asking me if he could fuck me but I instantly said yes and we went into the bedroom still dripping wet, "Should I close the curtains Bill?"

"Are you shy?"

"I have no idea if I am or not but your wife keeps stepping out onto your balcony, it'll only make things worse for you if she sees you and me together in here!"

"I don't think there is any chance for me and my wife...I'm sure that the man she sent around to our house...well, her house...is a man I've long suspected of being her lover."

So we left the curtains open and climbed on my bed together, I was looking over Bill's shoulder as he speared me on his cock, I was looking at his wife, she had just stepped out onto her balcony drinking wine and looking out to sea as Bill started to really fuck me with power and passion.

Well, who would have guessed...I turned out to be a noisy fucker when a man had his cock in me! I'd never had a feeling like it before...I was baying at the moon as I ran through a million volt orgasm. Bill's wife looked over at us on my bed, fortunately all she could see of her husband was his hairy arse as he pounded his cock into me. By the time I had my second noisy orgasm, Bill's wife had left her balcony, she even closed her patio doors to shut out the noise I was making.

We were still fucking as the music from the hotel's cabaret started, we were still fucking as the hotel's guests gave a standing ovation at the end of the cabaret.

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Bill actually fell asleep around midnight, totally exhausted, with his cock still in my cunt. I eased him off of my body gently so he didn't wake up and start off all over again. My first real fuck of my whole life had been wonderful but fucking for more than six hours continuously can make a woman very sore inside...especially if you hadn't had six hours worth of sex in the forty years preceding the marathon act!

I was exhausted as well, I was approaching forty hours without sleep and had just done the equivalent of running three marathons, one straight after the other but I couldn't get to sleep. I'd never been in bed with a sleeping man before in my life. John only came to my bedroom for sex, he never spent longer than three minutes in my bedroom at any one time since we married. I think he only ever came to my bedroom when he had an erection, he'd wear that off in my body in a few seconds and he'd kiss me and leave my room.

Much as I would have loved to fall asleep in bed with Bill, I just couldn't and I ended up out on the balcony trying to get to sleep on a plastic lounger but even out there I found it hard as Bill's wife was reciprocating her husband's earlier infidelity with a Spanish waiter from the hotel. I couldn't see them fucking but I could hear them through her open window.

I did manage to fall asleep for a few hours and Bill woke me up with breakfast, he'd been down to the restaurant and filled two plates with sausage, bacon and eggs and brought them back to the room before waking me up.

"Knives and forks?"

"Shit, I forgot...I always keep plastic cutlery in my hotel room...well, usually but of course they are over there."

Bill looked over to his wife's bedroom and saw her sleeping in the arms of the hotel's waiter and he smiled. "She's been eyeing him up since we arrived here...at least now she's happy, she might pull that fig out of her arse...so, why did you sleep out here? Was it too warm in bed or was I being restless, my wife often complained..."

I stopped him, I picked up a sausage from my plate with my fingers and took a bite, "No, neither of those...I've never slept with anyone before."

"What, you and your husband sleep in separate beds?"

"Rooms, separate rooms, we didn't even spend the night together on our honeymoon...just the usual three minute visit and he scuttled back to his own room as usual."

"Wow, no wonder you went a little crazy last night and wore me out."

I took another bite from my finger buffet, bacon this time, I wondered how I was going to manage the fried egg though.

"We need to get down to the beach early if we want a good spot."

I finished the sausage and the bacon, left the fried egg and I dressed in a bikini and see through dress because in some Spanish resorts, the police make a big thing about walking from the hotel to the beach in just a bikini. I looked across at Bill's wife, she was still sleeping, alone now on her bed, the Spanish waiter had slipped out to get ready for work without disturbing her.

We walked to the stretch of beach reserved for the hotels, thirty sun-loungers had towels on them even though it wasn't quite eight o'clock in the morning. Bill pointed out that the towels belonged to the German tourists, "They buy a cheap towel from the beach shop when they arrive, it only costs one Euro fifty and they put it on a bed on the first day and leave it there until they go home at the end of their holiday, some don't even bother to collect the towel at the end of their holiday because the towels are so cheap, so cheap that they are actually useless at drying you but okay for saving your sun bed."

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I pulled my dress off as soon as my toes touched the sand and I walked towards a dark blue lounger close to the sea in my bikini. My first time wearing a bikini on a beach and the sun felt wonderful on my body...not quite as nice as sex felt but a good second choice. Bill wouldn't be allowed to use a dark blue lounger because his hotel had the light blue loungers to delineate one hotel's property from the other but Bill took the closest lounger from his hotel to the one I sat on. The hotel balconies were close together, their loungers, even closer.

Bill lathered his sun screen all over my body, even though I'd brought my own from England...just between you and me, he was just oiling me as an excuse to touch my body out in the open on the beach as it started to fill up with tourists. I offered to reciprocate and use my sunscreen on his body but after looking at the ingredients on my bottle he handed me his sunscreen, "Yours is formulated for the UK, it has far too much lanolin in it for this heat."

That worried me a little, "Did I buy the wrong type of sunscreen...is mine dangerous?"

"No, not at all but you'll find it very sticky on your body once it gets hot, the lanolin seems to stay on the surface of the skin while mine actually soaks deep into the skin and after a while my skin feels much drier."

I spotted a large number of men seemed to be walking to the south along the water's edge...there were a few couples as well but a hundred men to each couple, or that is what it seemed to me.

"Where are they all off too? I've seen hundreds going south but no one is coming back so far."

"Oh! On Spanish beaches, once you've passed the last sunbather wearing clothes, you can strip off and sunbathe in the nude, that lot are going just beyond the rocky outcrop to strip off."

"There seems to be a lot of men and not too many women going over there!"

"In the naturist world, there are one hundred male nudists to every one women...but they don't mind because most of the men are gay!"

"You didn't ask me to go with you to the nudist beach!"

"No, I want to keep you to myself for as long as possible. When a couple go to the naturist beach they get approached by local men looking for a little free pussy."

"Are they ever successful?"

"You'd have to judge that for yourself, I'd say it depended on how many local men there were down on that beach, if they weren't very successful there wouldn't be many men, if they were successful there would be loads of them hunting for stray pussy."

"In my old job, I was always looking for proof, some dirt bag would put in an insurance claim against my company and it would be my job to try and prove if their claim was being fraudulent or not!"

"So, you want empirical evidence to make your judgement then?"

I nodded my head and we walked south, following the line of people towards the naturist beach.

We rounded the rocky outcrop and there were a dozen naked men sitting on the southern face of the outcrop.

Bill pointed them out to me, "They are all locals."

"How can you be sure?"

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"Look at how brown and leathery they are, they've been naked for years...not just two weeks."

"Should we undress here or is it okay to walk through the nudists wearing clothes?"

"You want to try stripping naked?"

My heart flipped, it missed a dozen beats before I could get it back into rhythm.

"Well, I'm on holiday...I'm on a naturist beach...it is all part of the new me after all."

I pulled my bra off and my pants down and stood there totally naked, not even a dead cat sleeping in my lap to hide my sex from view. Bill stripped as well, I was really surprised that he was flaccid but looking around all the naked men, tourists as well as locals, all the men were flaccid.

As soon as I was naked a man slipped off of the rock he was sitting on, he was about the same age as me, he walked straight up to me and shook a bottle of sunscreen and said, "¿te gustaría un poco de protector solar frotando?"

I looked at him blankly and Bill stepped in and said, "He's asking you if you'd like a little sunscreen rubbing in!"

I smiled at the man and said, "No gracias!"

Bill grinned even wider, "You've just ruined his day for him."

I watched the man return to his rock and as soon as his naked buttocks touched the rock another of the local men jumped down and walked towards us but before he reached, Bill had taken my arm and was walking me further along the beach, "If we stand there, every one of them will make a pitch...they're sure that you're here to fuck but think you're looking for something in particular, younger than him, older than him, hairier than him, less hair, blacker, taller, shorter or more handsome and they'll all try their hand until you pick one. What is your type by the way?"

"I would have said older until yesterday...but that was before I met you!"

"How many men have you dated since your husband died?"

"Just one!"

"What, one including me?"

"No, just one!"

"Wow, just how long have you been a widow?"

I looked at my watch, it was eleven o'clock in the morning, "I'd say, roughly forty-eight hours!"

Bill baulked at that answer.

"Shouldn't you be at home organising his funeral, straightening out his affairs or something?"

"He had no family and very few friends...actually his ten best friends are all priests or vicars, they would have all wanted to perform the funeral for him but...don't think I'm being hard hearted but he died suddenly after being ultra healthy all of his life, he never drank alcohol, never smoked, he exercised regularly and only ate organic foods...his body should have been perfect, he should have lived forever so I gave his body to medical science so that they could look into why he died apparently for no reason."

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"Did they try to get his organs for transplantation?"

I nodded my head, I told them to take what they wanted nnd use what was left to help further medical knowledge...I didn't tell them but his cock would have made a good transplant organ, he never used it much...you fucked me more last night than he did in twenty years of marriage!"

"How old were you when you married him, twelve?"

"How old do you think I m?"

"Twenty-five...thirty at the most."

"I'm forty years old in a few days time."

"Wow, all I can say is...you travel well!"

We reached the end of the nudist beach, that zone was delimited by a high rock face, again there was a band of local men scattered around on the rocks, then I realised that most of the men weren't looking along the beach, they were looking down along the rock face where a fallen rock hid a small section of the beach, close to the rock face.

Bill stopped me, "You might want to stop here...I think someone might be getting fucked behind that rock!"

"Bloody fibber...you're making it up!"

I pulled away from Bill, he'd turned me slightly so now I was looking to the north, I could see four of the men that had been sitting on the rocks to the north had followed us, they were in a single file, about eight feet apart and all focussed on me.

I pulled away from Bill and looked over the rock, Bill was right, a tourist, all pink and white from a few hours in the sun was on her back in the sand with a Spaniard on top of her, it took a few seconds to place the woman, she'd been on my flight out, she had been with her husband and as I looked around the faces of the men watching her being fucked I spotted him, her husband was standing there with a box of condoms in his hand, then I spotted it, the pink elastic band around the Spaniard's cock, the end of the condom was close to his balls as he pounded his meat into the middle-aged woman.

I felt Bills hand on my shoulder, he was massaging sunscreen into my shoulder, then Bill cleared his throat but he must have been throwing his voice because it was too far to my right...I looked to my right, Bill was a few feet away, I looked over my shoulder, the man rubbing oil into my upper back with one hand was rubbing his cock with the other.

I looked back at Bill and raised my eyebrows. The man massaging oil into my back said, "Tienes un condon"

I said my usual, "No gracias!" and that caused Bill to laugh.

"What, what was so funny?"

"He asked you if you had a condom, he thinks he's going to fuck you!"

I shook my head as the Spaniard bent his knees and pressed his now fully hard cock against the crack between my buttocks, he'd taken my no thank you answer to his question about a condom to mean that I was happy to fuck without. I pushed my shoulders back, pushing him away from me a little, I turned and wagged my finger at him, "No sex hombre...savvy?"

Well, that seemed to drill down into him, he stopped rubbing his cock and backed away from me and I turned back to watching the woman on her back in the sand, it seemed to be half time or something, the woman's husband was handing another bystander a condom and the next man covered his wife. This time I watched the full act, the full ninety seconds and the little teat in the condom was full of cream and the condom was being ripped off and tossed into the sand.

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So now I'd watched a man fucking a woman the way my husband used to fuck me...what I'd assumed, up until yesterday, what sex was all about. That was, until I met Bill and he pampered me for an hour before fucking my brains out for five or six hours non stop...well, almost non stop.

I watched a third man with the woman, two minutes this time and the woman managed a small climax as well...I'd seen enough. I hadn't realised as I watched the fucking but I had actually rejected three men in that two minutes, it had been almost an unconscious act on my part as each men approached me from behind.

I'd seen what it must have looked like when my husband was screwing me throughout our marriage, standing to one side as I was, I could see that the men doing the fucking were just pounding out their own needs in the women, if she reached any pleasure while they were doing it, that was a happy accident. I realised that the fucking that Bill gave me last night was out of the ordinary and that for most people the ninety seconds to three minute sex was the more usual.

I gestured with my head towards the north and Bill followed me. I remained naked until the rocky outcrop and then I put my bikini knickers on, "Do they allow topless sunbathing on our beach Bill?"

He grinned at me and nodded his head, "You like showing off do you?"

I returned his grin, "I really think I do...you wouldn't believe how much I've changed in the last two days!"

I walked from the nudist area back to my sun-lounger in just my bikini knickers and spotted someone on Bill's bed, I dropped his hand when I realised that his wife was lounging on his bed right next to the bed I was using.

Bill took a different route to his wife's side, I just strolled right up to her and sat on my bed. She smiled at me and then recognised me, "Where's your husband?"

I looked confused, "I'm sorry but my hotel room is right opposite yours and I inadvertently saw you and him having sex yesterday."

Bill chose that moment to walk up to his bed. His wife was very apologetic about their fight the previous day, she seemed much calmer today than she had been the day before...a good fucking will obviously do that for a person. Bill took the bed next to his wife so she was between us now.

I watched Sue, Bill's wife, making up with him for ten minutes before I slipped off of my bed and walked down to the sea, I was suddenly feeling the sun, forty years of keeping my body covered from what we called the sun in England had left me without the melamine in my skin to protect me from the sun, even the slightly weaker heat before noon was too much for me. I sunk low in the water, I was looking to the south, thinking that as soon as I cooled my shoulders down I'd head down to the naturist beach on my own, see if I could interest a male tourist into a little fun.

"You look hot!"

I jumped fifteen feet in the air at the voice out of the blue behind me, it was Sue, she had followed me down to the sea and was splashing sea water onto her legs.

I smiled at her, "Yes, I only arrived yesterday and I think I've already overdone it for my first day."

"Well, don't be fooled into thinking that you're safe in the sea, the cool water masks the burning but the damaging rays from the sun penetrate several feet down in salt water."

"You sound like a doctor."

"I am actually but not one you'll ever need...I'm a proctologist, I spend eight hours a day with my index finger up men's bums...no wonder I needed a holiday."

"I'd probably be better off taking a nap, I had a very little sleep yesterday and the day before."

"Get your husband to cover your back in sunscreen, even if you're going inside, the oils will help to moisturise your skin."

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"I'm here on my own."

"But I saw..."

"Casual pick up."

"Shit woman, I thought I was a fast worker but it took me ten days to get a little extra..."

I smiled at her again and walked out of the water, she followed me and called me to join her at the beach shower, "Wash the salt water off your skin, the salt will dry you out."

Sue washed the salt off of her legs under the shower and then encouraged me to go under it. I'd never been to a beach before...well, not wearing a bikini anyway and most English beaches didn't have showers on them because England is just too damned cold for that so I had no idea that I should wash the salt off of my body, it hadn't even crossed my mind that sea salt could have a drying effect on my skin.

Sue actually held the pushbutton tap on for me so that I could use both hands to wash myself while she kept the water flowing, I saw her look over at her husband, "My husband can't take his eyes off of you, he has always been disappointed in my bust size and shape...I wasn't surprised when I saw him following you along the beach...if I had better breasts I'd show them off on the beach as well!"

We walked back to the sun-loungers together chatting on the way. Sue confided in me that she'd had a major bust up with her husband just before I arrived at my hotel room. "It wasn't Bill's fault, I was climbing the walls and wasn't having any success with Hesus...I'd set my heart on having him before we go home but he wasn't interested while Bill was around...but once I'd kicked Bill's arse out of my bedroom Hesus came round."

"Doesn't your husband satisfy you?"

"God...you must think I'm a tramp...it isn't that, when I'm in the mood for him, he'll keep going all night long but it's like caviar, no matter how much you like caviar, every now and then it's nice to have a little paella..." there was a little twinkle in her eye and a giggle, "...or sauerkraut, in Germany, or pasta in Italy...even snails in France!"

"When I took my walk earlier I stumbled across a woman eating a lot of paella, her husband was handing out condoms to local men to have sex with her...never even dreamed that a woman could like that kind of thing."

"Bill would love to watch me with another man...there aren't many men who really like the husband to be around on a holiday like this and it is much too dangerous to play those games if you're too close to home..."

We'd reached our sun-loungers and Sue asked me if I had any sunscreen with me. I showed her my unopened bottle and Sue said, "I can oil your back if you like...so long as it wouldn't freak you out too much to have a strange woman touching you like that..." Sue looked at her husband and then back at me, "...or I could get Bill to do it for you if you'd prefer a man to do it!"

I shook my head and handed Sue the bottle of sunscreen, she squibbed a dollop of the thick cream over my shoulders and started to massage it in, "Oh dear, I think I've put too much on, it seems to cover a lot more than the stuff we use."

Sue managed to cover my back and ribs down to the back of my bikini knickers, "Damned the stuff isn't being absorbed into your skin, there's still a gallon of the stuff on your shoulders!"

Sue started to massage the oil around my throat, up over my chin and she oiled my face. Her mouth was close to my ear, I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she whispered, "Bill's getting a little turned on over there. Look!"

I let my eyes flick over to Bill, his trunks were starting to fill with cock, he'd remained flaccid while watching a woman take on three men, one after the other but seeing his wife with a strangle hold around my throat was exciting him.

"There's still a ton of the oil on your shoulders, would it freak you out if I spread it out over your chest?"

I'd never had any interest in women sexually but watching Bill's cock growing in his trunks from just seeing his wife's fingers around my throat made me curious, "No, I don't think it would freak me out if you did!"

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Sue's hands collected a little more oil off of my shoulders and started rubbing down over my collar bone and onto my décolletage, "Bill would rather that he was doing this rather than me!"

We were out in the open, several hundred holiday makers around us but Sue still rubbed her hands down over my breasts, rubbing sunscreen onto my tits as Bill got more and more turned on. Sue managed to cover all of my tits and my stomach and abdomen right down to the front of my bikini knickers. Sue giggled and said, "The waiter is getting a little worried that I might do something inappropriate out here on their sun-loungers. You'd better do your legs yourself."

The tide was going out, not a massive tidal difference but it freed a little more beach for people to play on, I spotted a face I recognised, not from my real life, that face was from a file in my office, one of the last things I dealt with before I left work two days ago was to cut a check for three thousand pounds to buy her an electric wheelchair, she'd had an accident and my company insured the company that had employed her when she had her accident, she needed the emergency payment because her condition had worsened and she couldn't wheel herself around in her wheelchair now.

I mumbled, "I wish I had my camera!"

"Why?"

"I'd love to film that volleyball match that's just started in front of us."

The game was a pick up game, two Germans, three French and three English female tourists playing a rudimentary version of beach volleyball while their men friends stood around watching them.

"Bill will have his camera or his tablet, he likes to film topless women playing beach volleyball after the tide goes out.

Sue got Bill's tablet PC and I shot a short film, concentrating on the woman whose face I'd recognised as well as the man that appeared to be with her.

Sue handed me a drink as I ended my short film, "Bill said you looked like a 'Virgin Saint Clement's' girl..." I thanked her for the alcohol-free drink, "...is she the kind that floats your boat?"

I chuckled, "Not exactly, I just think I recognise her..." I looked over my shoulder at Bill, "Hey, is your tablet connected to the internet>"

"Yes it is, the hotel's wi-fi reaches this far down the beach."

I opened up Safari and typed my hotmail account in to it, I created an email and popped the short film in as an attachment and then typed, 'Mrs Grant, please check my files from Monday, I can't remember the claiment's name but I paid her £3,000 for her new electric wheelchair...' at that moment the man I'd associated to the women called her Pam so I added a line, '...could be Pam, Pamela or Patricia, you might find the attached video file interesting!"

"Are you an insurance fraud investigator?"

"I was, five years ago I was and I was a damned good one too until they promoted me to a desk job after my husband complained about them putting me into danger. I'm not actually employed at all at the moment, I resigned yesterday but it irks me when I find someone living high on the hog while defrauding insurance companies, the money comes from out of all of our pockets in higher insurance fees."

I thanked Bill for lending me his tablet pc, thanked Sue for oiling my body and I let out for my hotel room and had a nap. I have to say that having Sue playing with my body in front of several hundred people...especially Bill, had played on my mind as I fell asleep and I had a very dirty dream about all the sex that seemed to be going on around...and in...me. Holidays had never been like that when I went on holiday with John in the past. Mind you, in the past, no one would have had any interest in flirting with me the way I looked and acted.

At five PM, Sue was standing on her balcony throwing ice cubes at me as I lay naked on my bed to get my attention. An ice cube hit my left buttock waking me up, I rolled onto my back as Sue was about to throw another cube, "Hey, pack it in, you could have some bodies eye out with that!"

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Sue laughed, "Bill wondered if you like rump steak, I'm really fed up with fish and we were going to try the Argentinean Restaurant for dinner, would you like to join us?"

"Is that what you were trying to do with that iceberg? Tenderise my rump steak?"

Sue laughed again, "Come with us, if you end up eating in the hotel, you'll end up at the hotel's cabaret and you need way more alcohol than you've had today to face that torture!"

I agreed to meet them on the street between our hotels for the walk to the restaurant as soon as I got dressed. I'd moved out onto the balcony totally naked to talk to Sue and obviously she could see me...she could see me on my bed but now that I was outside I could be seen by anyone out on any one of fifty balcony's in their hotel opposite me and I found it exhilarating standing on my balcony in the nude in the afternoon.

Sue linked arms with me as we walked to the restaurant, she was babbling at me like we were sisters or old friends. In the restaurant Sue flirted with every member of staff as we made dinner last for two hours. I made a grab for the bill so that I could pay my share but Sue beat me to it, she handed the bill to Bill and told him to pay for it on her card and as soon as Bill left the table Sue leaned in and whispered, "Bill would really love to fuck you...I'd love to fuck you while Bill watches us...how about it, would you like to come over to our room to play tonight?"

I looked at Bill, he obviously knew what Sue was asking me and he looked really sheepish as he paid the bill.

I smiled at Sue, "I've never done anything with a woman before but I'm willing to give it a try, this is my new awakening holiday after all!"

Sue took me to her and Bill's hotel room, it seemed funny that the hotels were fastidious that only people from their hotel used their sun-loungers on the beach but seemingly anyone could sleep in their bedrooms and, if Bill got my breakfast from my hotel's dining room, they let anyone eat in their restaurants as well.

I felt a little awkward once I got into their bedroom, Sue slinked in to me like a cat, and while Bill got drinks ready, Sue started making love to me...this wasn't some kind of animalistic fuck like I'd seen on the beach earlier in the day, Sue took her time, lots of kissing, lots of fondling and lots of cuddling. Bill just sat on the single seat in the bedroom watching us as Sue pulled me down onto their double bed and started to undress me.

I didn't understand half of what she was doing to me...I'm sure that every move she made on me had a name but it was rude to ask with a mouth full. Bill just sat on the bed at our side watching me have a trillion orgasms...I was trying to give as good as I was getting and everything that Sue did to me I reciprocated on her and still, Bill just sat there watching us.

At two o'clock Sue asked Bill if he would like to fuck me while she watched and as soon as Bill took over the saddle, I started baying at the moon all over again. The three of us actually stopped fucking in time to go for breakfast before going to sleep for four hours and then it was lunch time. Bill and Sue were due to go home the next day so my fun time with them didn't last long and I'd had so much sex in my two days in Spain so far that it outweighed all the sex that I'd ever had in my life to the date I flew out to Spain.

Even though I'd had more sex than ever in my life before, I still looked for a little more fun before I returned home at the end of the holiday.

Once I got home I felt a little guilty about all of my husband's religious friends so I organised a wake for John for his friends to get together, followed by a requiem mass at his parish church even though there wouldn't be an actual funeral and interment.

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