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One year, I’d taken a villa in St. Maxime for the summer. Business was doing exceptionally well, so I decided to fly the team and their partners out one weekend for a party. I’d like to claim credit but my secretary did all the planning, booking caterers, hotels, plane tickets, the lot.

It was planned so that the party would be on the Friday when everyone arrived, and that the weekend would then be spent relaxing. I had a sizable villa, so a few couples were staying there, including one of my team, Charles White, and his wife Grace. Charles was my age, if not older, but his wife was much younger - 26 I learnt later - and exactly my type: slim, with blue eyes, long dark hair and small breasts.

I couldn’t help myself and started flirting the moment I met her. I caught a calculating glance from Charles before he looked away, apparently unconcerned.

The evening went as planned. The catering was exceptional, with first class food and plenty to drink. As the dinner wound down, I found myself flirting again with Grace, who was a little dr.unk. I looked around and Charles was nowhere to be seen. The flirting got more serious when Grace kissed me.

“Don’t,” I said. “I’m sure Charles wouldn’t like it.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I want you to fuck me and he likes to watch.”

She kissed me again, while rubbing my hard cock through my trousers. She started to unzip me.

“Not here,” I said. “I thought your husband wanted to watch?”

Again she laughed and shook her head.

“Tomorrow,” she said.

She looked down at the bulge in my trouser. “Tonight you’re all mine.”

Excited, I led her to my bedroom where she gave me a blowjob and we made love. I fucked her hard and fast and she came several times. She left in the early hours, naked and carrying her clothes, with my cum oozing from her pussy.

Grace told me later that Charles had been waiting for her, naked, in their room and had fucked her immediately, still filled with my cum.

The following day, we lazed on the private beach, and I couldn’t help glancing across at Grace. I caught Charles’ eye with a smug expression.

Late that evening, they came to my bedroom. Grace was already naked but Charles was wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

Charles sat on a chair in the corner and undid himself, his erect cock springing out.

Without a word, Grace undressed me and ran her tongue around my semi-hard shaft. What can I say? I wasn’t used to an audience. I glanced across at Charles. I felt smug; from the bulge in his shorts, my semi-erect cock was already bigger than his.

By the time Grace looked up at me with her blue eyes and took me in her mouth I was fully hard. I moaned as she began lovingly to suck me, taking me fully in her mouth with one hand cupped around my balls.

I was aware of Charles in the corner, wanking, but Grace was oblivious. Before I came prematurely, I pushed her off my glistening cock.

“I want to fuck you now,” I said.

I led her to the bed where she lay back, knees up, and legs wide apart. She moaned and wrapped her legs around me as I entered her. Her head rolled back and I felt her buck against me, trying to drive my cock deeper.

I fucked her with long, slow, deep strokes. Soon she was moaning and she came twice in rapid succession. I could hear Charles her husband breathing very heavily in his corner.

I flipped Grace over so she was on her knees. She leaned forward on her elbows and thrust her perfect arse up at me.

I grabbed her hips roughly and slammed my cock into her pussy. I hammered her from behind for a long time.

“In my arse,” Grace said. “I want it in my arse.”

Still balls-deep in her pussy, I spat on my fingers and Grace moaned as I worked them into her tight arse.

Grace gasped when I pushed inside her arse, moaning softly as I worked my huge cock slowly deeper until I was balls-deep.

I started slow and fucked her arse with long, deep strokes but building speed. Soon I was ramming into her hard and fast. Finally, I couldn’t hold myself anymore and arched my back, filling her arse with a huge load.

I heard Charles let out a loud groan as I pumped his wife for a few more strokes watching as my cum dribbled out of her arse and oozed down her thighs.

We collapsed with me still inside her and lay there gently stroking each other. I glanced over to Charles to find that he had gone.

When I awoke, Grace was gone.

The following day, it was as if nothing had happened and Grace never flirted again.

A few weeks later, when I promoted Charles, he gave me a knowing look. He thought he’d bought it.

I didn’t tell him it had been in the pipeline already.