Sexuality | Age Gap

Please Share My Wife

Summer Loving Part 2 of 4: I saw the need in your eyes and couldn’t resist fulfilling my own. My name’s Judy. What’s yours?

Recap: In part 1 — On a trip to Magaluf, Dan frequents a bar called Jock’s Place. One night he is unexpectedly enticed outside by Mrs Jock — an older sexy woman — and experiences an amazing ‘knee trembler’. In this next episode, Dan gets to know the Jocks a little more… (Told from Dan’s POV).

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The next morning, I sheepishly went back to Jock’s Place for breakfast as normal. I saw his wife straight away. How did I ever perceive her as drab? Yeah, she had her work clothes on. But her smile lit up the room, and her skin was a glorious caramel shade that certainly belied her age.

When Jock came over to serve me, I didn’t know where to look. The night before I had fucked his wife with little or no consideration. And here he was putting my breakfast on the table. Handing me the ketchup, he winked and smiled. Then, walking past his wife, he gave her an affectionate pat on the backside.

Later the same day, as I lay on the beach, I couldn’t get Mrs Jock and our back alley romp out of my head. The way she pulled me towards her, knowing what she wanted. That was the kind of woman I’d been hoping to find on my holiday. I just hadn’t factored in she would be older, and married!

Damn… I didn’t even know her name. I vowed to remedy this later the same evening.

As soon as I walked into the café, she hurried over to serve me. I imagined her slowly tending to my cock while kneeling between my legs.

Already getting hard, I inhaled her scent and asked, “What do they call you?”

“You mean apart from the alleyway slut?” She smiled. “Seriously, I don’t make a habit of it. But I saw the need in your eyes and couldn't resist fulfilling my own. My name’s Judy. What’s yours?”

“Daniel. Well, Dan really. I think you’re gorgeous.”

The compliment slipped out before I could help myself. I felt a bit of an idiot, although when Judy smiled so sweetly I was glad I’d told her. It was the truth anyhow.

My new Australian friends came in and were moving on somewhere else. They asked me to join them, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

It was quiet at Jock’s, so I spent the evening at the bar chatting to them both as they came and went serving drinks. I learned Judy was 56, and Jock seven years older. They had owned the bar for twenty years, and Jock admitted to recently feeling the strain.

Judy was such a fox. It’s true, age is only a number.

As one day became the next, Jock’s conversation took an unexpectedly candid turn, “I love my wife dearly. However, she has an insatiable sexual appetite. I just canna keep up with her any more. She told me about what happened wi’ you two the other night. She’s my best friend. We talk about everything.”

I blushed, stuttering some kind of apology.

“No, Dan. Don’t be sorry. I am happy you’re here. She needs a wee bit of fun. In fact, why don’t you take her up to the apartment right now? It’s pretty quiet tonight, and I can manage until closing time by myself.”

He handed me the key and called his wife over.

“Judy, why don’t you show Dan here the apartment, and entertain him a bit. Now there’s a good girl.”

With a big smile she casually slipped her arm through mine, and together we climbed the stairs.

Straight away she skipped into the bathroom, reappearing moments later in only a scanty négligée. Red and see-through.

Judy walked over to me, the netted material grazing at her nipples as her boobs bobbed up and down. Without a word she sat next to me on the sofa and deftly undid the buttons on my 501s. My prick bounced into her waiting hand, and I sat back and let her skilled fingers work their magic. Once I was rock hard, Judy knew exactly what she wanted. She sat astride me and then carefully impaled herself on my cock, manoeuvring to get the desired angle for maximum pleasure.

Her back was against my chest. This was a perfect position for me to cup her full breasts and tweak the nipples, which were as hard as my cock. She rode in on a wave of loud moans and yelps before kneeling between my legs to take my dick deep into her mouth, and expertly teasing the shaft until she’d milked me of all my cream.

Jock was right. Judy loved sex and I loved giving it to her.

Nearing the end of my trip, I had become hugely fond of both of them.

“I can tell yer in no hurry to get back home, eh Dan?” Jock had guessed.

“It’s a good life you have here, for sure. But isn’t it empty in the winter?” I inquired.

“A wee bit quieter than now, aye, although because of where we are situated, we always get custom. I’m only going to ask ye the once. I’m not getting any younger, son. I need help with the business. Stay for a bit. Defer your last year. Judy would love it too. You can have the extension out back as yer own wee pad. What do yer say, Dan?”

Before he had even finished his speech, I was nodding like a dog.

That was ten years ago. Never went back to Durham. I’ve bought into the business now. I expect one day it will be mine. And I don’t get bored. The local scene has provided me with some interesting entertainment — let’s just say I have made a few more friends. Yet, I’m always happy to come back to the bar.

It has to be said, flying out to Magaluf was one of the best decisions of my life. The trip changed my goals completely. The boy in me was transformed into a man by spending time with Judy. And going out fishing with her husband, Jock, was similar to a bloke’s night out — too much beer with nothing taking the bait. Not only that, I loved working at Jock’s Place. I didn’t think things could get any better— until I met Maria!

To be continued…

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