Sports Injuries - The Swimmer

"Well give us a ring at our hotel if you're still around," spouted out my dear wife, and then she proceeded to give him the name and what room we were in."

Ok ---- Ok ---- I know!

That was way over the top. My wife had no right to invite this guy into our life without so much as consulting me, and my irritation started to show signs of bursting into open jealousy.

"Maybe Gerald might not want you to be wasting your holiday with me," Miguel cut in, seeing my look. "Maybe he wants to keep you to himself."

"Oh he won't mind Miguel," my surprising wife replied. "We haven't had so much fun in years."

"I'll see," he replied, and with a shrug of his shoulders, and the bugger winked at me.

"Bye then Miguel," Linda next said, as she turned towards him, threw her arms round his neck and pulled him down to give him a long passionate kiss.

It went on a bit too long for me to remain comfortable, acutely aware that their naked bodies were pushed together, her bare breasts up against his chest, and that cock of his pushed up against her. I began to get embarrassed, wondering what the other people around us would be thinking.

I started to sweat again. I'd had enough and I had to stop this.

"I think you'd better let Miguel go honey," I called out to her, but it was only as I was about to step forward to prise them apart, that he broke the kiss, and held her away from him. Even like that, the bugger's long cock still flopped down against her bare tummy, rubbing up against her, not inches above where I really didn't want it to go.

To compound my worries, she reached down between them to take it in her hand.

"Better not Linda," he said to her, grabbing her hand just as she touched it. "I really don't think Gerald would like you doing that."

Bloody right!

"But Miguel," she sobbed.

"No Linda," Miguel insisted, drawing away from her.

Linda looked round at me in anger and about to complain, and her jaw dropping in shock as she saw the expression on my face.

She'd seen that expression a few times before, and though it had never been directed at her, she well knew what happened to the poor unfortunate sods that it had been directed at in the past.

"Oh Gerald," she cried out, putting her hand to her mouth. "Gerald I'm so .... God I'm so sorry."

"I should fucking well think so to," I shouted at her, my unusual use of words shocking her as much as my obvious anger.

"Gerald please honey, please," Linda pleaded. "I didn't mean to .... That is I wouldn't have ......"

"I'm sure you wouldn't Linda," I scowled at my wife. "No sex for bloody months and months and then you act like this."

Linda hung her head in shame, while Miguel scrambled into his clothes and made to go off.

"I think you two had better spend some time together making up," he suggested rather sensibly. "Gerald, from the sounds of it, this might end up being the best thing that's happened to you lately, so don't fuck it up."

We nodded to one another, me reluctantly, then he gave Linda an innocuous peck on the cheek, and he went off, leaving the pair of us stood there looking at one another, still bollock naked.

"Can you forgive me Gerald?"

"Christ knows," I replied, upon which she ran over to me, and gave me what Miguel had just been enjoying.

If the onlookers had been puzzled about what had been happening before, then they must have been gob smacked by the turn of events.

"Take me back to the hotel," whimpered my wife. "I think I might have some nice reward for you."

And boy did she!

Linda slipped her flimsy top back on, took my hand and all but dragged me back along the beach, past where we'd been that morning, and back to the crowded promenade, my temper diminishing as I looked forward to what might be ahead.

"Don't you think you'd better put your bikini bottoms on dear," I suggested. "That top is pretty short and fairly see-thru you know."

"Waste of time," she laughed back at me. "It'll save time when we get back to our room."

"But it's hardly covering up your naughty bits Linda."

"So what," she giggled. "We're on holiday."

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You may have gathered that I was fairly ecstatic, any concerns about her earlier actions overwhelmed by my certainty that my Linda was back to the way she used to be. What she'd done was certainly out of order, but I'd played my part in it, and it could be a price worth paying if it snapped her out of her passionless ways. If I had any doubts at all, then they were soon dispelled when we got back to the hotel, where she slipped out of her top and stood there naked, leaning against the door jamb, the top dangling from her fingers, as I struggled to open the door.

"Christ Linda," I cried out. "Someone could come along."

"Then get the door open quickly," she chuckled. "I've got something here for you."

And she did!

Being the sort of guy that I am, I'd prefer to draw a blind over exactly what happened for the rest of that afternoon. Lets just say that ..... Well .... OK then ..... No I can't, really I can't. It's just too private.

Alright then, just a taster, but for Christ's sake don't tell Linda I told you.

She dragged me in and started to tear my clothes off. Well, I didn't have a lot on to begin with so that didn't take long. She pushed me onto the bed and leapt onto me.

Yes, my Linda, she really did.

Then before I knew it she grabbed hold of my dick and wrapped her mouth around it. Then she ....

Oh I just can't tell you.

No I'm sorry but it's simply too private, but all I can say is that I think I've discovered a cure for the menopause, and if I could bottle it then I'd make a bloody fortune.

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I found myself luxuriating on my bed about six thirty that evening, reflecting on what a wonderful world it was, how beautiful my wife was, how great sex was, what a fantastic lover I was, maybe especially that, and wondering where the small green stain on the ceiling came from. Well the green stain remained a mystery, as at that point my darling sex mad wife came back into the room fresh from her shower.

Yes, things had indeed changed, and changed for the better.

I never intended to meet up with Miguel again, but if I did, then I'd have to thank him. Thank him or thump him, I still wasn't sure.

"You still exhausted Gerald?" She asked me cheekily. "Have I worn you out?"

"No dear, not at all," I lied nonchalantly, but I was spared the necessity of claiming that my interest in the green stain was the only reason that I was lying there, when she carried on.

"Well get in the shower then honey. We'll have an early dinner so we can get back here and carry on from where we left off."

Blimey!

I know this is what I'd been dreaming of for the last few years, but she could be a bit gentler with me. Christ, I was knocking sixty-two after all! None the less I dragged my weary body up from the bed, and giving her bottom a quick nip as I passed, went for my shower.

"I'll get it," called out Linda as the telephone rang. "You go get your shower lover boy."

So, fifteen minutes later, feeling fresh and ready to face the world again, I walked back into the bedroom, a towel wrapped fashionably round my middle. I thought I cut a rather dashing figure, but then again it would depend on who you where comparing me with.

Linda was stood there in a slinky excuse for a dress, her sexy half bra and matching panties still sat there on the bed.

"With or without underwear tonight?" she asked, grinning at me cheekily.

"In that dress?" I pondered aloud, wondering whether she'd really be brave enough to actually wear it out in public. "I don't think you could wear a bra with it if you wanted to, but you might get arrested if you go without panties."

"That was Miguel on the phone," she grinned picking up the tiny thong style panties. "He's got to leave tomorrow after all."

"Oh" What more could I say? Can't honestly say as I was upset in the least. Can't honestly say as I was even interested.

"So we won't be able to see him again tomorrow Gerald," she continued, smiling at me. I thought it was a suggestive sort of sexy smile, but I could have been wrong. Either way, things seemed just fine.

"Pity." I commented casually, even though I didn't really mean it.

"He knows this little local restaurant up in the hills Gerald," my wife went on, looking at me expectantly.

"Really."

"I wondered about tonight Gerald," she mumbled. "We haven't actually booked anywhere yet, have we?"

"No," I replied. "But personally I've had enough of him for one day."

"That's Ok then," Linda replied happily. "I've asked him to pick me up in ten minutes or so."

Hang on. That didn't make sense!

"What did you say again Linda?" I asked, completely confused.

"He's picking me up in ten minutes," she repeated.

"Did you mean pick us up Linda dear?" I queried, even more puzzled. "I thought for one moment that I heard you say 'Picking ME up'.

Linda's face said it all.

"Sorry honey," she said looking lovingly at me. "I thought you understood. You said you didn't want to go out with him, and that works out better, because he's only got a two-seater sports car anyway."

He would have, wouldn't he the bugger?

"And what am I supposed to do Linda," I demanded, somewhat stunned. "Sit here all night and wait for you to come home?"

"No darling," she broke out. "You could go and have a curry. You know I don't like them."

"In Spain? ---- A damn curry?" I almost shouted, but she simply shrugged her shoulders.

"It's only dinner Gerald," Linda tried to console me. "You probably need an easy evening after this afternoon anyway honey. You get a rest and you'll be ready for another session by the time I get back."

That's right; rub my nose in it, I thought. Not many guys of my age could do what I had done earlier without recourse to the dreaded Viagra.

"I'll be home before midnight Gerald, I promise."

"No bloody way Linda ....," I started, but she cut me off.

"Please honey, please," she pleaded. "I'll probably never be in a position like this again in my life. A handsome young man who wants to wine me and dine me. Please honey, please."

"More like dine you and seduce you," I shot back.

"No Gerald you're wrong," Linda cried excitedly. "I promise you. It will be just dinner then he'll drive me home."

"You're bloody kidding me?"

"No, I promise."

"No goodnight kiss even?"

"Oh ----- Well ------ Eh?"

"No intimate little touches during dinner?"

"Well ...."

"No making out in the back of his car?"

I was on a roll but about to be shot down.

"His car hasn't got any back seats," she jumped in with. "It's a sports car."

Damn it ---- I'd lost the high ground!

"Look Gerald," she started to explain to me. "I feel so excited about this. It's like being a teenager all over again having a young man like that chase after me. If you really love me then you'll let me go."

"What's wrong with having dinner with me," I demanded. "He may be younger than me and all, but what's he got that I haven't?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes," I replied stubbornly. "I really want to know."

"How about a hard body and a big cock."

Oh shit. Maybe I didn't want to know after all.

"I just want to touch it properly honey, to hold it and see what it feels like. I so desperately wanted to this afternoon, but with you there, he wouldn't let me --- Not properly."

"No bloody way Linda!"

"I promise you Gerald, that's all. Just a little touch and then I'll be back before midnight."

"Now look here Linda," I remonstrated with her, grabbing her by the arm. "You went too far on the beach today with that Miguel character and I was silly enough to let you do it. But this ends and it ends now ---- OK?"

Linda glared angrily at me, and for several moments I thought she was going to defy me. But then she dropped her eyes and sighed.

"Sorry honey. I'm really sorry and I don't know what got into me. It's all just so ...... Oh I don't know what to say."

"That's Ok Linda," I consoled her, stroking her hair affectionately. "You got carried away and I was guilty of letting you. Let's say we were both at fault shall we?"

"Thanks for being so understanding honey," Linda grimaced. "It was a bit of fun and I got carried away, but you're my husband and I love you and don't want to upset you."

OK," I said and took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. All was well again in the camp.

"Look honey," Linda said after we'd embraced. "Why don't you go and dry your hair while I put my underwear on and things, and then we'll go find a super restaurant just for the two of us."

"Now you're talking," I grinned at my wife affectionately.

"Just wait till afterwards," she smiled sexily back at me.

"What about lover boy?" I asked with a wry smile.

"I'll give him a call back and say I can't make it."

"Ten minutes and I'll be out," I told her and popped back into the bathroom to finish drying, with a happy smile on my face. The actions of my wife that day had astounded me, but if that's what it took, then as long as it was now over, then the future looked bright.

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When I first heard it, I thought I'd made a mistake.

Was that a door slamming shut?

Which door?

Two minutes after going back into the bathroom, I stuck my head out again.

"Linda," I called out. "Linda are you there?"

Silence!

"Damn it Linda, where are you?" I cried louder as I stormed back out into the bedroom.

Bloody right ----- She wasn't there, and my heart sank.

I glanced around the room in confusion, only to spot her bra and panties still sitting there on the bed where she'd left the damn things.

Bloody hell!

She'd gone out.

She'd gone to him!

She'd ran to him and deserted me for the night, and in that next to nothing dress with nothing on underneath.

Damn her the bitch!

I ran to the door, skidding to a halt as I realised that all I had on was a towel.

"Damn it," I screeched aloud, and scooted back to throw on the first clothes I could find and as quickly as I could. "Damn and blast it!"

As fit as I may have thought I was, I was sweating and puffing by the time I got down to the sumptuous reception.

No sign of either of them, and I wondered if I was making a horrendous mistake, but then I rushed out to the exit, just in time to see a black Ferrari, brand new looking, pulling away from the hotel.

It couldn't be -------- Could it?

"Who was that in the Ferrari?" I demanded of one of the two doormen.

"Which Ferrari?" he replied without a lot of interest. For goodness sake, the hotel we where in was a posh one, but 'Which Ferrari?' ---- I ask you.

"The F40, " I shot back at him. "The black one."

Christ ----- What sort of poser would buy a Ferrari in black?

"Oh him," the doorman grinned back at me. "That'd be Miguel Santana. He was a champion swimmer, and now owns a chain of sports shops along the coast. Quite a one for the women that one."

"Still holds the National record for the breast-stroke," butted in the other doorman.

"That woman with him will know all about the breast-stroke pretty soon," joked back the other and they both laughed, though I didn't find it very funny.

"There was a woman with him then?" I asked breathlessly, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

"Yes senor," the doorman carried on. "He's always got a woman with him, but the one he had tonight looked very, very special. An English woman, a bit older than him but what a beauty, and wearing a dress that didn't leave a lot to the imagination."

"Where would they be going?" I queried, clutching at straws.

"You could just about see her breasts," he guffawed, ignoring my question and infuriating me.

"Yes," I cried in frustration. " But where would they be going?"

"To his Villa up in the hills I should think," he smirked. "That little darling will be feeling sore by the morning."

"Perhaps they're going up to that restaurant in the hills," I suggested, trying to keep calm. Wondering how quickly I could find a taxi to chase them, if they knew which restaurant he was taking her to.

"What restaurant?" asked the first doorman? "There aren't any up in the hills. Only some very exclusive private Villas."

Oh Shit!

Oh sinking heart!

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I avoided getting drunk that night, but it was a close call. I simply didn't know what to expect, and when she would come back. I didn't know what the hell I would say to her when she did!

Miguel, the bastard. Acted like he was concerned for our relationship, when all he was doing was seducing her. I wondered what else they had talked about when they were on their own, and whether this had all been planned behind my back hours in advance. Whether the fucking of my life she'd given me just previously had been some sort of preparation to keep me quiet while she cheated on me?

Christ --- I simply didn't know what the hell to think. Only that I had an emptiness inside me that you could have stored a tanker load of oil in.

I checked at the front desk but no messages had been left, and about midnight I slunked up to our room, sorry my bloody room, and collapsed miserably onto the bed.

Not ten minutes afterwards, the phone rang.

"Hi honey. Are you OK?"

"What do you care," I growled back.

"I'm sorry honey," she carried on uncertainly. "I really rang to see if it would be Ok if I stayed here the night. It's late and Miguel doesn't fancy driving back from the restaurant, so he's booked us two rooms."

"His Villa you mean," I snarled. "His private Villa up in the hills."

Other than a gasp of surprise, Linda said nothing, but I may have heard a sniffle from her.

"Do what you damn well want Linda," I told her. "Stay all night. Stay as long as you bloody well want."

With that I slammed the phone down and slumped back on the bed.

"Two minutes later, the phone rang again, but I took it off the hook, broke the connection and left it off.

Stuff her!

Too late I guess, someone else was already doing that.

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I slept a bit, but not much and the next morning I moped around working out what I would say to the stupid cow. Trying to decide whether I would ever be able to forgive her.

Just before lunchtime the phone rang again, and with a resigned sigh, I picked it up.

"Feeling in a better mood now Gerald?" She started into me.

"Where are you?" I demanded angrily.

"Barcelona," she answered quietly.

"Barcelona," I exploded. "What the hell are you doing in Barcelona?"

"I'm not in Barcelona Steve," she regally informed me. "I'm above it. I'm in Miguel's private aeroplane, and we're just coming in to land."

"Well I hope you damn well crash," I screamed down the phone, her plaintive cries for me to listen to her snuffed out as I slammed the phone down on her yet again.

This was becoming a habit.

I packed her stuff up and left it the reception with instructions for it to be delivered up to Miguel Santana's Villa up in the hills somewhere. Nobody argued with me or even questioned me, but they all avoided my eye as I talked to them.

I couldn't stand the thought of staying there for the last few days that were left, and as you may have gathered I wasn't short of a bob or two, so I got a ticket on the next scheduled flight back to UK and flew home, first class that is. Home to our country estate in the Cotswolds.

Home to an empty house however, with a load of embarrassing explanations to make to my pals, our mutual friends and work colleagues. I didn't mess about --- It's not my way, and didn't hesitate. Within twenty-four hours of getting back just about everyone knew just what a stupid thing Linda had done. Didn't put me in a good light, but what the hell, as I no longer cared.

My parents couldn't believe it and her parents took it badly. I couldn't bring myself to ring the kids, but knew that it wouldn't be long before they found out. What did I care?