Wife Tries Something New Book 1 - A Hotwife Adventure

Wife Tries Something NewA Hotwife AdventureAlex Lee Copyright © 2023 Alex LeeThis book is copyright © 2023 Alex Lee. All rights reserved.No part of this book may be reproduced or modified in any form, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the copyright holder.This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Contents Title PageCopyright1. New friendsEllaGerhardMikkelAgneteJohan2. GamesPoolside photosConfessionsAt the pool barPool volleyball3. TemptationsPauloSurprisesSaving the dessert4. Running awayTo the beachJoao Sea turtle5. The island tourSharks and razorsThe knickers incidentOvercoming fearsIt’s a maybePhotos and souvenirsA journey of thoughts6. Music nightAt the lobby barIndecisionThe testRemorse and forgivenessAbout The AuthorBooks In This SeriesBooks By This Author 1. New friends EllaIt was Monday afternoon when Ella and I arrived at our hotel. We were on a seven-day holiday in Cape Verde to celebrate the tenth anniversary of our honeymoon.Ella’s mum had come from Croatia to London to look after the kids so Ella and I could be on our own. No kids around to worry about. That was our idea. We wanted to have drinks, bathe in the sunshine whenever we wanted, and have sex, a lot of sex! We wanted to feel like we were on a honeymoon again. And we had chosen to do so in one of the best beach hotels in Santa Maria!We left our luggage at the reception in the main building, and while waiting for our room to get ready, we went for a stroll outside on the hotel grounds. The outdoor area was like a piece of paradise. It consisted of gardens with lush vegetation and fields of neatly trimmed grass crisscrossed by lanes surrounded by palm trees and sidewalks leading to amenities like cafés, outdoor bars, and two-storey block buildings where the guest rooms were located. We found the main outside pool and joined the queue at the poolside bar for lunch. We waited about a minute before we realised they were not serving food. I asked a man in his late sixties or early seventies, who was in the queue in front of Ella and me, where we could have late lunch.“Oh! You need to walk down the stairs,” the guy said in a German accent and pointed at the stairs to our left leading out of the pool area. “If you turn right when you reach the foot of the stairs, a hundred yards further down, there is a restaurant—Mandalay or something—forgot its name. They serve food in the afternoon. It’s in the hotel complex, next to the gate to the aqua park.”I noticed that the old man was checking Ella out while giving us instructions on how to get to the restaurant.You wished, old man! I said to myself.The guy was old, yet I felt flattered that he was ogling my wife.I put my hand on the small of Ella’s back. The sun had warmed the exposed skin below her cami crop top, and I liked feeling her warmth on my palm. As we walked away, I deliberately slid my hand underneath the waistband of Ella’s denim shorts, just a little, but enough to feel the soft flesh of her bum.She did not stop me.I hope you watch this, old man! I thought to myself.I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder.Yes, he was watching us. He smiled and waved at me. I smiled back and looked forward.“This way, hon!” I said and nodded to the steps to our left as if Ella had not listened to the old man’s instructions. At the same time, my hand slid further down and squeezed her ass. Ella had put on a Y-back G-string, which meant her ass cheeks were bare under her shorts, and I loved the feel of her soft flesh. I knew the old man was watching us, and my cock hardened. I liked being watched while I felt Ella up, and it turned me on knowing someone envied me for having such a beautiful wife. I enjoyed showing her off to this total stranger, and I was full of pride and lust. This feeling was not something new.In fact, I had always liked showing off Ella. She had just turned 29, yet she looked like she was in her early twenties. At five feet five inches tall, with a firm butt and slender legs, a flat stomach, and B-size round-shaped breasts, she always attracted attention. Looking at her toned, hourglass-shaped body, people could not tell she had given birth to two children.It was not only her body that impressed people. My wife was blessed with smooth white skin without freckles and a pretty face with deep blue eyes complemented by eyebrows with soft angles and shallow arches. Her high cheekbones, straight nose, narrow jawline, and full lips made her face look perfect. She wore her wavy blonde hair shoulder-length, emphasising her long neck. When she spoke, her slight Croatian accent made her sound exotic and combined with her tender voice and soft smile, her charm was irresistible. Ella knew she was sexy and pretty and knew I liked to show her off, but she never flirted or tried to deliberately attract men’s attention. Ella played along with me when I showed her off, but that was all. She would never cross a boundary or in any way suggest she would do anything beyond being friendly and polite. Thus, although Ella turned men’s heads, she had never cheated on me or made me feel insecure or jealous, so I enjoyed making other men envy me for having her as my wife.Ella and I found the restaurant, had lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the hotel grounds, having drinks at the bars in the hotel compound, and enjoying the tropical garden they had turned the place into. We had an early dinner followed by more drinks at the bar, went to the show that the hotel organised every evening in the auditorium next to