My Wife Abroad - Part 2

Carlos was lying on top of Rachel. Her legs spread around him. The Spaniard made grunt after grunt and he thrust powerfully with his hips. My wife on the receiving end as the bed shunted hard against the wall. 
‘Oh…Oh darling yes’ she moaned to him. They didn’t even stop fucking even though I was there. Excited by this voyeuristic feel I walked around to the foot of the bed. My wife’s deep sighs and groans echoing in my mind. Carlos was also naked, his hand gripping the wooden bed head which was rocking with the pressure. Watching black on white was quite something. I had been right. The man was certainly big. He was squeezed up side Rachel as far as he could go though it was undoubtedly a very tight fit. I picked her dress up as the bed head beat harder against the wall. Their fucking quite ferocious. Pausing and gasping for breath, Carlos lifted himself onto his arms. Staring eagerly down as he jerked my wife hard. Rachel’s lip was shaking and her eyes where clearly glazed over. 

It was then that Carlos saw me. He had been so wrapped up he hadn’t even noticed I was standing there. There was sweat on is face as he turned his head. A sparkle in his eye. Rachel own eyes blinked open, surprised that her lover had stopped screwing her. She stared up at the ceiling, her breathing heavy then down to where I was standing. I had watched Rachel having sex before but this was different somehow. There was a real look of satisfaction on her face. Seeing my reaction Carlos leaned to one side. He had something he wanted to show me and he briefly pulled out his cock. He was over 10 inches long and I saw Rachel flinch as he pulled the tip from her body. Despite the dimness of the room he was huge. Amazed, I watched. Carlos wanted me to know what he was giving my wife as with a wink and proudly pushed himself fully back into my wife’s cunt. The last few inches being pushed home with some force. Drawing a croak from my wife’s lips, followed by a smile of pleasure as his balls began meeting her once again. Readjusting himself he began to fuck one more, enjoying the effect he was having on Rachel as her eyes turned upward. 

Stammered something incomprehensible followed by a long and sexual sigh. She had reached orgasm. A feat Rachel rarely met. Though the man slowed for her he soon continued his stiff humping. My wife’s fingers hard and rigid on his back. Her breasts rolling on her chest. At last he withdrew and Rachel, her face showing plenty of life crawled onto her knees so he could take her from behind. By now she moved quite gingerly. Spreading her knees and resting comfortably on her elbows. Carlos gently pushed back her hair as he knelt behind. His hands resting on her hips. The slapping of his balls was more obvious. His own face showing the effort. Sweat on his brow. It was especially hot. The sweat making the room damp. I watched him enjoying himself no end and taking his time. At last Rachel turned onto her back. She too was breathing heavily. Allowed Carlos to part her legs and slide himself back into her. I could clearly see she sheer length of his cock now as it pulled and probed her body. He must have been so deep. 

She began to jerk roughly on his strokes. His own gasps joining hers. With a staggered shudder Rachel came again, close to tears of joy as the man's hips began pounding her to the end. Her body shook, as did the bed. Rocking unbelievably to the side. The calves of my wife’s smooth legs slapped against his arms. As it became apparent he was coming Rachel encouraged him. She wanted him to shoot inside her, knowing it would be deep. I too was breathless. I staggered back to the chair by the window. Reaching up to open it and let in some air. When I turned back Carlos, his face twisted, thrust forward with a final few strokes. Gasping, he ground to a halt and unloaded his balls. The action made Rachel orgasm too. Leaving her quite helpless. I knew he had come hard and there was almost an expression of relief on Rachel’s face as he collapsed down onto her. 

I stayed. My heart beating. They remained locked for several minutes before Carlos tiredly slid to the edge of the bed. His big cock had done its job and now limp I watched as he redressed himself. Rachel too, looked on from the bed, covering herself with a sheet. She lit a cigarette. Her body moist and hot just to look at. Already I could see what an influence sex had had on her. When he was ready our black guest went to the bed and kissed my wife on the lips. It was then, quite softly that Rachel spoke. She offered him the chance to have dinner with her that evening. I could see when she said it that Rachel was hoping to see more of her black lover. Carlos, to his credit actually looked at me as if seeking permission. When I nodded he turned back to Rachel smiled and kissed her again. When he had gone my wife took a shower. I left her alone for a while and went back to Thomas and Zoe. When I returned, she was dressing for dinner.

We sat separately. Rachel and Carlos several tables along. My wife had spent a long time preparing herself. She always likes to dress up but tonight she wanted to look her very best. Suitably choosing a stylish red silk evening dress. Neatly cut with a rounded neckline. Carlos was naturally in the same black suit and white shirt as he had worn that afternoon. The older Spaniard was enjoying himself. Having dinner with a beautiful, younger white woman. Rachel had asked me to lend him a tie and my watch. Now I wasn’t sure if I would get the back but it was worth it to see them together. It seemed a shame that we where approaching the end of our holiday. In fact we had but two days left. Rachel had made it clear earlier that she was thinking of staying behind for an extra week. Showing just how much she was taken by this charismatic man.

After a short meal and half a bottle of wine the two of them left to make their way up to our room. They had said little. Simply smiling and teasing each other across the table. Carlos must have been bulging at the pants and so it seemed. Later, after I had paid, taken the kids up and tucked them in I slipped through the side door. Carlos was indeed fucking Rachel balls deep on the bed. Grunting and groaning. His ass bounding up and down between her legs. The lamps in the room where on. A sticky feel to the room as I took a seat. Rachel was sighing as he filled her. Smiling up at her lover and obviously enjoying it. As he paused she took herself behind the knees. Lifting her legs in the air. Carlos gasped heavily took the hint and pinned her nicely back with his arms. Imposing his dominance as he pumped to a finish. 

I was woken in the morning by the bed springs in the adjoining room being given another workout. Later Rachel went down for a swim and as she did I managed to catch her. We hadn’t really talked since the previous afternoon. I have to say she looked thrilled. Carlos was certainly a stud for his age. She told me he had to go home that day. As his family and particularly his own wife would be expecting him. To be frank I had mixed emotions about it. I enjoyed the fact was Rachel seemed so willing and free to have sex with this man. Yet she appeared to be more taken with him that I would have liked. There was a definite light in her eyes.