A warm flushed feeling came over Emma as she laid by the pool in the late afternoon sun. She could feel a look from the hot waiter as he passed by with a tray of drinks.
Gio had been eyeing her since she got there the previous day, She knew this of course because she had been eyeing him as well. Which is one of the many reasons she had decided to go topless by the pool that afternoon.
The day before she had pretended to be asleep behind her sunglasses, when she caught his gaze on every occasion he passed her.
She sat up and ordered from him more often than she needed to, just to get him to come over and pay her some attention.
Later that in the evening he served Emma and her husband at dinner. They made small talk with him and he introduced himself as Gio.
Gio was in his early to mid twenties, at a guess some ten to fifteen years younger than Emma and her husband Carl. He had dark hair, tanned olive skin and looked to have a muscular frame behind the white shirt and black trousers he wore for his job.
Emma was fit for her age and without being big headed, she knew it. She had kept healthy and slim through fitness and diet, but she is also lucky that her metabolism helps her stay that way.
She got up and walked to the pool to cool off. She felt Gio watching her as she slowly strode down the steps until her dark blue bikini bottoms and bare chest were under the cool water.
He wasn’t the only one watching though. Emma’s husband Carl had looked up from behind his book and noticed his beautiful wife flaunting her body for this stranger.
Emma swam for a little while and when she got out she made sure she timed it so Gio could see the cold water dripping off her long dark hair and down her body, making her nipples erect in the soft breeze, which made her pert tits look even perkier than usual.
Emma rejoined Carl on the sun lounger, he passed her a towel to dry off. “That should do the trick,” Said Carl, smiling up at his sexy wife.
“What do you mean?” She giggled back, suspecting she knew only too well what her husband meant.
“You know,” Carl continued, looking over his sunglasses at Emma. “If he didn’t want to fuck you already, he definitely will now.”
Emma had confessed her attraction to the waiter whilst in bed with her husband previous night. She was understandably amorous on the first night of her holiday. The sun and cocktails had helped somewhat, but what sent her over the edge was her growing thoughts for a much younger man.
Emma made love to Carl more passionately than she had done for sometime and he knew that her desire to fuck another man had something to do with it.
It wasn’t unusual for them to talk about such things and if anything Carl enjoyed the thought of his wife of twelve years being naughty with a stranger. This was a recurring subject of their dirty talk, and that night was no exception.
Carl blindfolded his wife and lightly tied her hands to the bedposts. “Do you wish it was your waiter friend doing this?” He asked as he parted her legs and slowly kissed his way up her inner thighs.
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