Fantasy, Reality and Intimate Love Pt. 01

"Taxi" he shouted. No joy. He ran to the corner of the street and looked around at the cross roads. Nothing. He looked for a phone box, they always had cab company cards in phone booths, he could ring one. No phone booths in sight either.

"Fuck it" he cursed. He ran aimlessly, looking for some one who might give him a lift. He stood in the middle of the road, trying to flag down a passing car. The car flashed its full headlight beam at him, temporarily blinding him, the driver leaning on the road horn and winding down the window, hurling verbal abuse at Allan.

He sank to his knees. What the fuck had he done? Would Beth be OK?

"Shit" he said, standing and regaining his breath. He saw the bottom of the next cross roads, a car with a cab light on top slowing down. He ran as fast as he could down to the next crossroads. Please let the cab be empty, he pleaded, his hands together as though in prayer. "Please, please, please" he uttered to himself as he ran.

Chapter 5

Juan and Beth had arrived back at the villa and Beth was trying to play for time until Allan returned. She'd offered Juan a drink, which he'd refused, then she excused herself to visit the toilet. Juan had ensured she'd left her handbag in the sitting room so she couldn't reach her phone. Beth's heart galloped and she perspired profusely as the fear wracked her body. Juan became impatient and thumped on the bathroom door. Her heart jumped into her mouth as he used a coin to unlock the bathroom door from the outside. She busied herself at the mirror, endeavouring to appear that she was preparing herself and doing her hair.

"You come. Now" he ordered and Beth turned around and glared at him.

"I'm trying to get myself ready and looking nice for you. Is that OK?" she said sarcastically.

"You look fine. Come now" he ordered and took her by the arm, leading her by the arm to the bedroom. He guessed maybe she was having second thoughts and he wasn't going to be prick-teased by some British broad, no matter how pretty she was.

Beth knew that she was unable to stall him any further and that she'd have to be intimate with the guy. She recalled again the soft swing thing and thought if she was able to maybe masturbate Juan a little, by then Allan would have returned and it would all be fine and she'd be saved. But where the fuck was her knight in shining armour? It wasn't like this in the Hollywood movies.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Juan's arms around her slender waist and she felt his lips against hers. She was still feeling horny and she so wanted Allan to be there right now, for him to get rid of this Spanish creep and to take her to bed. She needed cock, but she wanted Allan's cock.

Juan had run his hands down Beth's back and grabbed a handful of arse, pulling her towards him. She could feel the shape of his erection against her tummy and she knew that this guy wanted to go all the way. She'd been leading him on all night, of course he wanted to fuck and, anyway, Juan thought she wanted him. That's how she'd been acting, flashing flesh, kissing, allowing him to grope her. As if he could read her thoughts, his hands ran down her thighs and back up again, lifting her short flimsy skirt in the process, noticing that her underwear was, in fact, one of her bikini's. He was blissfully unaware it was the set that turned Allan on most. In fact, Juan was unaware of Allan being in the picture at all. Sure, he'd noticed the ring but it was not uncommon for ladies to wear rings to ward of foreign predators whilst holidaying without their partners.

Beth's panties were little more than a string and as Juan moved his hands back towards her buttocks, he was greeted with warm soft flesh. He filled both his hands with as much buttock as he could, squeezing gently at first but then digging his finger nails into her flesh, causing her to press her body closer to his to reduce the discomfort.

"Oh, yeah baby" he said in his local accent. Beth thought that under certain circumstances, it could even sound sexy but in this scenario, it just sounded sinister. His lips kissed her neck and despite her fear, the sensation was not unpleasant. Beth wondered how much longer Allan would be, she wanted him to continue with the neck kissing. God, she wanted Allan so much.

Her buttocks were released temporarily and she felt the zip of her skirt being undone, gravity doing the rest, pulling the material down to her ankles. Her briefs were not elasticated, but tied at the side, something that Allan had loved as he could remove her string without having to disengage from any intimate cuddling, caressing or sucking. Juan was becoming very aroused and Beth knew she may need to prolong things until that husband of hers showed his face. Jesus, was she going to give him a hard time when he did arrive and eject this Spanish creep, She'd certainly give Allan a piece of her mind, that was for sure. After Allan had fucked her, of course! Priorities first!

Beth removed herself from Juan's embrace and knelt in front of him, slowly and seductively undoing his trousers. She took her time, knowing every second was a second nearer Allan coming to her rescue. She tried to be as slow as possible but Juan had an urgency about him the likes Beth had never seen before in Allan. Juan removed his under pants himself, whipping them off quicker than a Chippendale dancer might at a hen night, revealing the truth about his genitalia. Beth did a double take as she saw it for the first time. It was big, bigger than Allan's and he was not small, by any stretch of the imagination. Allan was seven and a half inches, certainly above average, so she'd read in Cosmo. But Juan was at least two or three inches longer and, to Beth's surprise, it was fatter as well. She knew she was not that experienced when it came to volume (she'd had lots of sex and thought she'd tried every single position imaginable but only with Allan) and was taken aback that men's penis' could vary so much in size. It was the girth that shocked her most. To Beth, it looked like a one eyed monster.

She pulled herself together promptly, so as to try and retain the control and she reached for Juan's erection. She thought that if she did the soft swing bit, make him come with her hand or, if she had to, her mouth, she could remain faithful to her husband. Hopefully, he'd return and save her before Juan blew his load. She pulled at Juan's foreskin and drew her hand slowly and delicately over his erection, noticing she was unable to close her hand around the girth of his monster sized cock. Juan was still standing and he closed his eyes, throwing his head back in delight as her expert hands worked his cock like a pro. Not only was she incredibly gorgeous but fucking horny with it. Juan had his own agenda and he had several aims, mostly to get this horny bitch to make him cum, but also for her to use as many parts of her body in the process. He reached a hand down and grabbed a handful of her tit, her tied up T shirt feeling soft. He moved over and sat on the bed.

"Come. Suck me" he ordered. Beth walked on her knees to where he sat, no urgency in her movements, frustrating Juan further.

"Now!" Juan barked at her and she jumped with fright. He took the back of her head and guided it towards his swollen member, the tip of his cock sopping with his own pre-cum. She gulped to herself at the thought of some stranger's penis in her sweet innocent mouth. His cock approached her mouth like a cruise missile and she opened her mouth to accommodate him, keeping her teeth away from his flesh, not an easy thing to do with a monster cock of this magnitude. She felt it enter her mouth, the salty taste of the pre-cum against her tongue and her mind wandered again to her husband, Allan. She recalled how the first time she'd given him a blow job, she'd found the taste offensive but, seeing how much he loved her performing fellatio, she continued and how she'd not just got used to the taste, but how she enjoyed it. It made her wet between her legs in anticipation of what was to come.

She imagined she was giving head to Allan and it made the process more palatable, her head bobbing up and down on Juan's enormous tool. Beth recalled how she'd given Allan head in a car and how they'd ended up making love to each other with an audience, a couple of doggers watching though the window. She'd initially found the act a little scary but they'd fantasised about it back in the bedroom for weeks afterwards and how their sex had become more pleasurable. She remembered how talking about having a stranger, and soft swing, had turned Allan on so much, he'd become almost insatiable in bed, taking her wherever and whenever he could. In her mind, Beth was giving head to Allan and she automatically flicked her tongue over the penis in just the way Allan loved. Her hand cupped Juan's balls like she did to Allan, her little finger curled underneath and tickling the piece of skin between his scrotum and rectum. On more than one occasion, Allan had climaxed in her mouth at this and Beth wondered if she could save her dignity by doing the same with this foreigner. She blocked out Juan's image and focussed on Allan, how she would tease him with her tongue, playfully suck on him, tickle his testicles, make him squirm. She could feel herself getting wetter as her mind played it's own blue movie in her mind, images and sensations making her tingle all over.

She closed her eyes to make the images more real, shutting out reality in favour of her own fantasy that it was her own husband she was pleasing. Her fingers caressed Juan's testicles, the rough pubic hair against her soft, sweet hand, her fingernails gently adding to Juan's delight as his most sensitive areas were fondled. Beth barely noticed Juan's tanned hands on her breasts again, lost in her own sensations within her mind. To Beth, it was Allan who was tweaking her nipples, arousing her, turning her on. She wanted to fuck so badly.

She felt Juan's erection depart from her mouth and she was brought back to reality. For a split second, she thought her ordeal was over, but when Juan undid the knot in her T shirt and pulled it over her head, she knew he was barely beginning. Throwing the T shirt across the room, it hit the vertical blinds, making them sway, the movement visible from the outside. She stood before this stranger, only her bikini protecting her dignity. The strapless bra clipped together at the front and Juan knew it would take no time at all to remove the offending item, liberating Beth's ample breasts to the warm summer air.

Allan had eventually found a Taxi who had not exactly broken any land speed records to reach the required destination. Another tourist happy to be fleeced! Allan paid the driver, probably well over the odds, but this was an emergency. He handed the driver some Euros and in his hurry, had no idea how much he'd parted with. He'd looked up and seen the movement against the vertical blinds and his heart jumped. He darted up the steps, knowing the rear patio doors would be open and that would be quicker than trying to find his key in this darkness. He raced around the back and slid the patio doors open, slipping inside swiftly and quietly like a burglar might. He made towards the bedroom and peered inside, his eyes wanting to see how his wife was bearing up but, in contrast, not wanting to see. Allan's mind ran through all the emotions, fear, hate, anger, frustration, love, disappointment, desperation, disgust, adoration, lust. The list went on, not one emotion appropriate, needing to feel a combination of them all.

It took a couple of seconds for the image to register in his mind. Juan, the Spaniard, was in the process of removing Beth's bikini top, revealing her lovely, tanned (had she really been bathing topless? Allan couldn't remember) tits. His olive skinned hands reached for her breasts, the same breasts that had given Allan so much pleasure over the last 5 years. They were his toys, no one else could play with them. Allan's blood began to boil. He could feel his blood pressure rising and he formulated a plan which involved introducing this foreigners face to his right fist at high velocity, followed by an introduction to his infamous left hook, then a size 10 boot to his genitalia.

Then why the fuck wasn't he moving? "Move, you tosser" his mind hissed at him. Yet Allan stood rooted to the spot, almost like he was viewing a video byte off one of the swinging websites he'd seen. Images of strangers fucking some one else's wife in front of the camera (and an audience) rattled through his brain, how he'd happily viewed these images out of perverted curiosity. He'd seen all the video bytes, he didn't need to see any more. After all, if you've seen one tit, you've seen them both!

Yet this was different. This was not some American couple that he'd never seen before and was unlikely to ever meet, this was not some staged camera shoot or porn flick, this was reality. This was his wife. This was Beth. This was Beth with some local teenage yob who didn't love her, didn't care for her, he just wanted a leg over. Allan had to stop this. Yet he didn't. He watched, mesmerised as the stranger lowered his head and started to lick his wife's nipples, nibbling them with his lips, sucking on them, making her nipples pert and erect. Allan wanted it to stop. He wanted it stop now. Yet the increasing bulge in his own pants told him he wanted it to continue.

He noticed the Spaniard's technique, how he played with her nipples, simultaneously untying the strands that held her briefs up. That was Allan's trick. He felt remorseful that he'd even suggested to Beth they should play act the wife swapping theme, yet he guessed she felt it was no different than when they made love. This Diego had the same moves as Allan but with one subtle difference. Allan had just noticed the size of the strangers cock, the erection was massive, certainly bigger than his own. Sure, Allan had seen some big dicks on the video bytes on the internet but to see one, in the flesh as it were, astounded him. Any chance of Allan stepping in to stop the action were temporarily halted as he watched, open mouthed as Juan moved himself closer to Beth.

"No. I want Allan" she murmured, bringing Allan out of his semi trance like state. She was trying to be faithful. Beth had been topless in front of strangers before, but her pussy had only ever had Allan's eyes on them. Sure, previous boy friends had tried to paw at her but she'd never acceded to their attempts to de-flower her. Even when she'd had smear tests, they'd been done by a female nurse and, certainly since puberty, Allan had been the only man to see her most precious of personal places, to touch her there, to taste her, to fuck her. Beth was on the verge of tears, her panic setting in. Where the fuck was her sodding husband? Some bloody stupid game this turned out to be. In a few moments, her dignity would be totally removed and, with it, possibly her innocence. She didn't want Juan seeing her there, touching her there, doing anything that Allan should be doing.

Beth's pulse raced as her mind buzzed. How could she get out of this? It was becoming more and more inevitable that Juan would have her naked and then, by all accounts, fuck her. She hoped he wouldn't get violent or rough, that if she had to do it, then it would be as painless as possible. In her mind, she whispered a silent prayer that she would be spared, preferably with her dignity intact. It was not to be as Juan slowly untied the strings at her hips, the material that held her briefs in place dangling lifeless at her side, the weight of the material causing part of the front to fold over, revealing Beth's dark and neatly trimmed pubic hair to the atmosphere.

Beth gasped, more in shock of being naked with some greasy horrible stranger than any thing else. Juan took the gasp as a sigh of enjoyment, his lips nibbling the side of her neck as he, one-handedly, undid the tie on the other side of the briefs.

Allan's pulse was also racing and the roller coaster of emotions began all over again. He could see her pussy was soaking wet as the briefs revealed her vaginal lips, she was so horny and needed fucking. And that was Allan's job. It was his responsibility to satisfy his wife in bed, not some odd ball with a deformed (it had to be deformed – a size that big was unnatural, wasn't it?) cock. Allan remained riveted to the spot, his mind attempting to process the images before his eyes, to make sense of what was happening to his dear lady wife

Before his mind could process any more emotions, he was too late. With one swift movement, Juan had lined his cock up with her inviting pussy and entered her, slowly and deliberately, easing himself into her cunt, deflowering her like she was a virgin, not giving her further opportunity to decline him.

Beth gasped and Allan was uncertain if it were with pain or anger. He was to be disappointed.

"Oh, my God. It's so big!" she uttered. Allan's world fell apart again. His wife was enjoying being impaled by this monster cock. He couldn't compete with that.

"No. Stop. I want Allan" she uttered, shortly followed by a deep sigh as Juan's cock neared full penetration. Beth had accommodated pretty much all of Juan's massive tool.

"Deeper" she whispered, not wanting to be unfaithful but she'd never had something this big inside her before. Allan was well proportioned and they'd even experimented with sex toys but nothing of this magnitude. It felt divine to Beth as nerve cells she never even knew existed were stimulated by this monster of a penis. Juan began thrusting into her deeper and Beth was going through her own emotional turmoil. This horrid little oik was making love to her. No he wasn't he was having sex with her. Fucking her. She didn't want sex, she wanted love. She wanted Allan. And he was late. Where the fuck had he got to?

She wanted Juan to stop. To remove his cock from her pussy. It felt good but she knew it was wrong. She was loyal to her husband and, yes, she wanted to be fucked, but by her husband. But, right now, being fucked was paramount.

Her mind stopped mid thought. She wanted to be fucked. She always thought of it as making love. Sex was cheap, love was for ever. She and Allan always made love, that's what she wanted. Or was it?

"Oh my God" she muttered out loud. She was appalled at herself for wanting to be fucked, even if it did feel devine. Beth knew her words deceived her own mind but they came out in reflex. She breathed deeply and with passion. The adrenalin rush had taken over her body despite her mind telling her to fight back, to reject this oily skinned bastard from her pussy. That was Allan's domain. Then she thought, "Too fucking late!" Allan could have walked in right now but it was too late, the game had gone too far. Juan was fucking her, fucking her for real with his mighty meat feast. Beth moaned out loud, she tried to stifle it but it just came out, a deep sensual moan.

Allan heard her mutterings and was confused. He thought she was enjoying having this stranger fuck her brains out. He blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Little did Allan know that Beth was equally as confused, wanting her own husband but enjoying being Juan's slut, albeit temporarily.

"I want you, Allan" Beth muttered, again bringing Allan back to reality again. What was that? Did he really hear that correctly? Juan was carrying on like nothing had happened.

Beth was using her own mind to block out the horror of this stranger inside her most personal of places. She wanted her husband. She wanted Juan to stop, to leave her alone, to go and...............

She felt Juan withdraw from her and Beth drew a breath of relief tinged with disappointment. Had he heard Allan return? She knew Juan hadn't cum just yet. So why had he stopped?