A Modern Love Story

"Well, Kelly, do you like it?" Carl had returned.

"It's wonderful, Carl." She looked up at the blue sky and squinted when her gaze strayed too near the sun. "I could easily get used to this, I really could."

We enjoyed a leisurely alfresco breakfast together. It didn't take long to clear away, to put the juice back in the fridge and to load the dishwasher. When Kelly was satisfied everything was in order she went back outside and made herself comfortable on a sun bed. I hadn't even shaved so I returned to my room. By the time I came out on to the terrace both Carl and Kelly appeared to have nodded off as they basked in the warmth of the sun. Carl had positioned his sun bed quite close to the one occupied by Kelly. I dived in the pool and swam another few lengths. It is quite a pleasant sensation to swim naked. When I'd had enough I climbed out and prepared for some sun bathing, spreading my towel out on a sun bed. I lay down and closed my eyes, already feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. The only sound was the gentle slap of the water against the sides of the pool and even this was diminishing as the water was gradually returning to its former calm state. The whole effect was soporific and the result was inevitable. It was Kelly's voice that woke me up.

"Carl, you'll no doubt be pleased to hear what Ben said to me this morning." She was making no effort to moderate her voice. She was still angry with me; that much was obvious and it was perfectly clear she had wanted me to hear what she was saying. She continued, "He says that you and I should indulge ourselves whenever we feel like it. It seems," she strongly emphasised the word 'seems', "he prefers to watch." The venom in her words was quite apparent.

"Is that so?" Carl paused for a moment. He continued and this time the question was not rhetorical. "Is that a problem for you, Kelly?" He was trying to sound concerned.

"I don't suppose it is for you, Carl."

"So what would you say, then, if I said that I feel like it right now?" I could hear the smile in his voice.

She thought for a moment and then she laughed. "I think I would say, 'Snap!'"

He did not answer. I waited a while and then I looked at them. They had taken the cushions from their two sun beds to make a double mattress on the ground. Kelly was on her side facing me, her behind nestling into Carl's groin. Her eyes were closed but I knew she was awake. Her bikini bottoms were round one ankle. They were fucking. It was a slow comfortable fuck; it was too hot for anything else. And when he'd finished it was evident that she'd known all the time I was awake. She just looked at me and the briefest of smiles crossed her face. "Satisfied?" she asked. Then, without waiting for my answer, she again closed her eyes. They were still coupled together when she nodded off.

I had to admit one thing. She had taken notice of what I'd said.

Chapter 13

We were getting ready to go out that evening and I decided I'd try again to make amends. "Kelly, I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean it to sound as if I didn't want to have sex with you. I do!"

She was rather offhand. "You have a funny way of showing it, Ben! Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm hardly likely to go short, am I?"

Still hoping that it did matter, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I was drying myself when I walked back into the bedroom. Kelly, who had showered ahead of me, had combed her hair up in that enchanting style and was wearing another halter neck dress, this one in pale blue cotton. She was sitting on the edge of the bed applying a deep blue nail polish to her toenails. Her knee was up by her chin and it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear. "Aren't you putting any knickers on?" I asked.

"Why, do you think I should? I thought you liked it when I went without. Would you rather I put some on?"

"No Kelly, of course not."

I suppose it was an idiotic thing to have asked. Why should she wear any? It has always been a turn on for me to know she was naked under her dress and I could not imagine Carl complaining. There was a knock on the door and the man himself came in. He was wearing a green checked casual shirt and black chinos. Kelly carried on applying the polish.

"Hello, Kelly", he said, " You look nice!" He looked at me and grinned. "Evening, Ben!"

Kelly affected surprise. "Oh it's you, Carl. I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!" She stood up, still smiling at her own joke. The dress length was halfway up her thigh. As she moved the halter neck revealed in a most tantalising way the sides of her breasts. "Well, how do I look?" she asked us both.

I told her that she looked stunning and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and the hem of her dress rose to reveal the very tops of her legs and the beginning of the soft curves of her buttocks. Carl, who was standing behind her, was afforded a delightful view.

We drove down to the harbour in Carl's car. It was a two-door job and Kelly volunteered to climb in the back. I gave her a helping hand, or more accurately a helping finger. She was very wet. It was only a ten minutes drive to the harbour and we were soon parked. It was a beautiful balmy evening with just the barest hint of a breeze. A large number of people were already milling around. Carl led the way into the restaurant. The building itself was not very big but there was a reasonable sized terrace on which there were a number of tables, most of which were already occupied. Carl spoke to a waiter and he led us to the one unoccupied table that overlooked the water's edge. There was a reserved sign on it and he promptly removed it. Kelly sat down, carefully holding the hem of her dress. I sat next to her and Carl sat opposite us both.

I looked at the harbour, observing the boats gently rising and falling in the almost imperceptible swell. They ranged in size from small fishing boats to large cabin cruisers, from boats that looked barely sea-worthy to luxurious gin palaces with every conceivable extra. On some of the latter, people could be seen sitting on deck with drinks in hand, ostensibly ignoring, but perhaps secretly enjoying the envious looks of the ordinary tourists who were trying to ascertain if such ostentatious wealth belonged to anyone they might recognise, a pop-star or a captain of industry. I watched a rather dilapidated fishing boat leave the harbour and I wondered how many hours would pass before it would return.

I heard the waiter say 'Buenos Noches' and I took the proffered menu from him, returning his greeting in my best Spanish. He replied, in English, and asked if I wanted a drink. I ordered a San Miguel, and I perused the menu, stroking my lip as I decided what to order. My taste buds were working overtime, but not because of the appetising choices on offer. Kelly's beautiful intimate flavour, still lingering on my finger, was the reason. Carl seemed unable to make up his mind what he wanted. He looked around to check that he couldn't be overheard and then he leaned forwards and spoke to us both.

"They've got some nice things on the menu," he said in a conspiratorial voice, "but I have to say that the most edible thing I've seen tonight is Kelly's bum!"

She made as if she was shocked but she was secretly delighted. She put on a somewhat haughty manner and said, "Well you'll have to choose something else, Carl, my bum's not on the menu".

I tried to be funny. "Well it would be, Kelly, if you sat on it!"

Our drinks arrived and we all touched glasses and wished each other a happy holiday. Carl finally decided what to eat and the waiter took our order. It was a very good restaurant. The food was excellent and so was the wine. At the end of the meal I paid the bill and then we drove back to the villa. Carl suggested we have a nightcap and went off to fix them. Kelly and I went out on the terrace and sat down at the table, having first pulled three chairs together. I turned to Kelly and told her that despite what I'd said earlier, I was glad she would be sleeping with me that night. She told me she was glad, too. I had my hand on her upper thigh. It was fairly dark and her legs were under the table so it wasn't obvious.

Carl returned with three glasses and a bottle of Rioja that he had just opened. He poured out the wine and then sat down next to Kelly. We sat there chatting and occasionally laughing. We were all very relaxed and were enjoying each other's company. I was also enjoying an intimate contact with Kelly. My hand was now so high on Kelly's thigh that I could feel her pubic hair on the outside of my hand. I was more than content just to leave it there; a little secret shared by the two of us, but it didn't remain a secret for long. I suppose it was no surprise that Carl had the idea to touch Kelly up, especially as he knew she had no underwear on. But it was a major surprise to him when his hand made unexpected contact with mine. In a violent reflex action, he pulled it away and in so doing, his knuckles rapped the underside of the table, causing the glasses to bounce.

It was rather comical, but Carl had actually hurt himself. Kelly who had laughed loudest, and who now felt a degree of guilt for doing so, immediately went into full Florence Nightingale mode. She went into the kitchen and returned with a cloth in which she'd wrapped some ice cubes. She placed it on the back of his hand and told him to keep it there as long as possible. Once she had satisfied herself that his injury was unlikely to be life threatening, she agreed that we could go to bed. She kissed Carl goodnight and we left him out on the terrace, nursing his bruised knuckles and the remainder of his drink.

We were no sooner in bed than we were all over each other. We made urgent love and then in the post coital after glow we both drifted off to sleep, waking in the morning all the better for the perfect night's rest. The only evidence of the previous night's sexual activity was the pungent aroma of stale semen when Kelly moved in bed.

Chapter 14

We had woken up to the sound of rain. Kelly kissed me and said that she would make the tea. She slipped out of bed, into her little green camisole and disappeared into the kitchen. Ten minutes later she reappeared carrying a tray on which there were three cups. She looked like a little French maid, except that she wasn't wearing the frilly knickers; in fact she wasn't wearing any knickers. She gave me a cup and said that she would take Carl's in personally, the notional reason being so that she could check how his hand was. I guessed that Carl would be pleasantly surprised. You don't often get a semi-naked nurse paying that much attention to a minor injury, even with a private medical scheme like BUPA!

Half an hour later she came back. I was already in the bathroom shaving. She came in and kissed me on my cheek. She ran some water in the bidet and as she douched herself she told me that, according to Carl, the rain was likely to clear up in the afternoon. She then showered and was still drying herself when she joined me in the bedroom, looking for something to wear. We realised after the first morning that Carl didn't wear clothes in the villa and we were prepared to 'do in Rome what the Romans do', but the rain had cooled things down considerably. Kelly felt rather cold, the erect state of her nipples providing ample evidence of the fact. She looked in the wardrobe and selected a yellow tee shirt that just about covered her bottom. She was about to slip some knickers on as well, but I intervened, putting on as shocked an expression as I could manage.

"Surely," I asked, "it is not that cold is it?"

It was easy for me to say this; I was already wearing a pair of shorts. The double standards involved did not go unnoticed but Kelly, in a gesture typical of her generosity of spirit, sacrificed her comfort for my pleasure. The three of us breakfasted in the kitchen and watched the rain beating down on the terraced area outside. Carl said that he was planning to go to the bank in Cala D'or, and I asked if I could go with him, as it would give me the chance to change some traveller's cheques and to hire a car for a couple of days. We finished our breakfast and Carl got up from the table. He went into his room to get the documentation for the bank, and also to put some clothes on. I just had to don a tee shirt and a pair of decks and we were ready to go. Kelly declined the invitation to come with us because she wanted to wash a few things and write some cards. Maybe she also wanted to take the opportunity to put on some knickers on and warm herself up.

The windscreen wipers were struggling to cope with the rain as Carl and I drove into town. We were unable to park outside the bank and the nearest spot we could find was at least fifty metres away. Fortunately we were outside a bar so we went in. I ordered two beers and we waited for the rain to ease. I noticed his bruised knuckles and I asked him how his hand was.

He looked a trifle embarrassed as he flexed it "It's fine thanks, Ben. Look I'm sorry about last night." He must have seen the surprised look on my face. "I mean about touching Kelly up. It was a bit crass."

"Carl, you don't need to apologise. You know what Kelly said to you yesterday, so as far as I'm concerned, there is absolutely nothing for you to apologise for. Anyway, apart from your hand, I presume everything else is okay."

"Are you serious, Ben? How could it not be? Your wife's the sexiest woman I've ever known!" He paused a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Ben? How is it that you never get jealous when she's with me?"

"You have to understand her, Carl. She is a highly sexed woman. She needs sex frequently. And it is a real need, Carl, make no mistake. You fulfil that need; we both know why. Yes, and before you say anything, I've heard all the bollocks about it's not what you've got; it's the way that you use it. Kelly's even told me that herself, but she was sparing my feelings. I believe that size does matter, at least as far as she is concerned, and I know I can't satisfy her in the way that you can. But that's all you are doing, Carl, you're satisfying her sexual needs. She is fond of you, of course, but the attraction is, primarily, a physical one. I would certainly be jealous if she loved you but she doesn't; she loves me. So, why should I be jealous? You tell me." I looked out of the window at the rain. It showed no sign of abating.

Carl looked at me and sighed theatrically. "So, what you are saying, Ben, is that Kelly only wants me for my body." He smiled ruefully. "Well, whatever the reason, I'm not complaining. But there's no way I'd let her screw around if she were my…."

I angrily interrupted him. "Hang on, Carl! Kelly is screwing you… only you! She is not screwing around and I don't like to hear you say that she is."

He apologised at once. "I'm really sorry, Ben. Of course I didn't mean to imply that Kelly was screwing around. I only meant to say that I could not be as generous, as altruistic, if you like, as you are, that's all. Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised the subject."

My anger had passed. "Okay, Carl, apology accepted. Coming back to what you meant to say, then." There was a pause as I tried to get my thoughts together. "Hell, Carl, I'm really speaking from the heart, here. It has got nothing to do with altruism." I was actually surprised that he had ascribed such high motives for my behaviour. "But the word sounds similar. Troilism is the actual name for it. And the definition of troilism is a third person deriving sexual pleasure from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not the only ones getting pleasure from the relationship; I am, too." I looked straight into his eyes. "And it's a real turn on, believe me. So I'm happy for it to carry on as long as Kelly wants it to."

Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on his face. "In that case, Ben, I'll do my very best to keep you happy!"

I guessed that Kelly would be equally determined to ensure my happiness but no doubt he'd find that out for himself. Anyway, the rain had begun to ease up so we took the opportunity to make a dash to the bank. And by the time we'd left some twenty minutes later it had stopped altogether and the sun was shining. Carl then drove me to the car hire office. As I was only hiring it for a couple of days I went the whole hog; automatic, air conditioning and power steering. I arranged for it to be delivered the following day.

We drove back to the villa and we smelt the aroma of the freshly percolated coffee as soon as we stepped inside. Kelly had been playing solitaire and she got up and poured out three cups. Carl said a quick hello and then went straight to his bedroom, returning barely a minute later. Barely was the operative word, he was completely naked when he came back into the kitchen.

We took our coffees and were sitting outside on the terrace, under cover of the bougainvillea, when the rain returned with a vengeance. No one wanted to get soaked going to lunch, so we decided to eat in. Carl sorted out a pizza whilst Kelly prepared a salad. I laid the table and organised the wine. Considering the lunch was rustled up out of nothing it was more than adequate. I was taking my wine waiter duties quite seriously, ensuring our glasses were never empty. We were on our second bottle and were all in a happy frame of mind by the time we'd finished eating. Kelly tried to tell a joke but got a fit of the giggles. She could barely get the words out for laughing and every time she laughed her breasts jiggled under her tee shirt. This tended to make her nipples stand out all the more. To cap it all she could not remember the punch line but it really didn't matter. We could not have enjoyed the joke more and her laughter was infectious anyway. I looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down. So much for Carl's weather forecasting!

Kelly and I left the table, taking our wine glasses with us, and went over to the sofa to sit down. Carl had some paperwork to attend to, so he stayed at the table. Kelly was still happy, she was still giggling but now she was also feeling randy. I'd no sooner sat down than she was kissing me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and groping me through the thin material of my shorts. I looked over my shoulder; Carl, who had his back to us, seemed preoccupied with his paperwork so I surreptitiously unzipped my shorts. My erection sprang free but it wasn't free for long! She had already grasped it and was positioning herself astride me. And she continued holding it until it was sheathed in her hot velvet fanny. She was pleased with herself, that much was evident from her manner, a manner suggestive of a cat that had taken all the cream. Carl had his back to us and was apparently unaware of what we were doing. I found it quite arousing, because it was tantamount to doing it in public. Nevertheless I didn't want our activity to be too blatant so I pulled down the hem of her tee shirt so as to cover us as much as possible. I was experiencing glorious sensations as her vagina rhythmically contracted around my dick and I closed my eyes so that I could better savour them. Then I felt her hands on my face and her tongue in my mouth. We had to come up for air, and I took the opportunity to pick up our wine glasses from the occasional table. Kelly took her glass, which had been half-full and drained it.

Carl looked up from the table. "More wine?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer but walked round the table carrying the bottle and his own glass. Possibly aware of our shenanigans, and certainly emboldened by our discussion outside the bank, he stood very close to Kelly as he refilled first her glass and then mine. His penis was hanging directly in front of her face. Difficult to disregard at the best of times, it was impossible to ignore it now, and he knew that only too well. He knew she would react, but he didn't know how. Just as well really. Because she bit it; and rather harder than she had intended to, as well! She had only been joking, of course, but she'd had four glasses of wine. He yelled and quickly stepped back so as to be out of range. She hadn't hurt him that much; it was his pride, rather than his pride and joy that had been wounded. No one spoke for a moment.