We had been in Portugal for only three weeks that year and already our lives had changed so much since meeting Jane. Paul in particular was so much more loving and thoughtful. He never ceased to surprise me with his newfound lust, sneaking up and slowly starting to kiss my neck as he peeled my cloths off and taking me while I was cooking or reading. Or he would simply climb into the shower with me, his huge manhood erect and ready to impale me against the shower wall. Or even as we lay on the patio sunning, he would rub me down with sun lotion and then unhook my top, slip it to one side and play endlessly with my 34II breasts until my nipples ached from sheer pleasure. I would beg him to take me but he went at his own pace, finally stripping of my bottoms and would begin to consume my wet pulsing mound. I loved the feeling of him licking, nibbling and sucking my pussy. the sound of joy that came from him as he moved deep inside. Grabbing him by his bathing suit I would tug him around until I could get it off and them take him into my mouth and suck and play with his erection. We could literally go on for an hour before we both wanted too and had to cum. Our orgasms were so beautiful, so powerful, so passionate. and all it seemed because of our relationship with Jane.

Jane liked her solitude. It had come as a result of the times she had been alone while her husband was on extended business trips. She had found ways to keep herself busy and interesting. Here in Portugal and alone, she liked to wonder off and explore the countryside, go shopping, read or just relax at the beach or by the pool. When she wanted company, she simply would knock on the door and enthusiastically announce that we were going to do something and without argument, off we would go; the two of us or even the three of us. We tried to get her interested in other men. Paul introduced her to a couple of very nice men. She was enchanting with them, talking and listening to them; She was a wonderful conversationalist and you could see that the men were taken by her but it never went beyond that, perhaps because she had been seperated for only a short while.

This one particular day, Jane and I were at the pool sunning and reading. She had been very quiet and intense so we didn't chat much. She turned to me and said she was going back to her villa. She wanted to just relax with one of her movies and get rid of some of the stress she was feeling. I smiled at her coyly and asked if she needed any help. She smiled back saying that she didn't want to impose, but I was welcome to join her. It all seemed very cold and clinical, but I went along not really knowing what this was all about.

When we got to her place, Jane walked into the lounge and immediately peeled of her bathing costume, went to the kitchen and began preparing snacks. She asked me to get the biscuits and open some wine while she cut some cheeses and placed them on a plate. While I did as she asked, I felt a little strange and asked her if she always just came in and took everything off. She said that she just felt constricted and wanted to feel free. "Don't you want to take your bathing suit off" she asked? "I' m fine this way" I said and went on. It struck me that Jane didn't have any tan lines. Her behind had a beautiful golden tan and it looked so very sexy when I thought about it. I of course had a tan line, as I hadn't sun bathed in the nude (Well not for a while anyway). We went into the lounge, Jane quickly selected a movie from her small collection and then went off again only to return with two large beach towels that she spread in front of the couch. She tugged me down, smiled, poured the wine and started the movie. I think it was titled "Smooth as Silk" and it was a very very sexy movie about a lady who had tired of her romances with men and wanted to explore her own sexuality. It was very much how I felt since meeting Jane and opening the doors together that we had.

AS the movie went on we snacked and drank wine and watched. I would glance over at Jane to see her reaction to the movie. She was getting more and more involved and this helped me to relax and enjoy. I quietly unhooked my top and slipped it off and then slipping out of my bottoms. Jane's hand slipped onto mine, she turned and said, "there, that's better isn't it"? I smiled back squeezing her hand in agreement.

The scenes in the movie seemed to be a narcotic to her. As we watched, Jane's eyes got very heavy and her hands began moving over her body. I could see the transformation in her as her breasts began to redden, her nipples becoming erect and puckered. It excited me to see this response, to see her begin to squirm as the pleasure took hold of her. I watched as her hand slipped between her legs and she slowly touched and rubbed it, and then she would almost unconsciously bring her hand up so she could lick her fingers. The only thing that entered my mind was that I wanted to give her something, to help her experience joy and release, but before I could start anything, I felt her hand on my leg. It felt like a million needles imperceptibly touching my whole body. I shook with desire as it moved over my skin. Jane turned to me and said,"it's your birthday tomorrow isn't it? I think I shook my head but didn't say a word. With one quick but very gentle move, she straddled me then pressed me back against the cushions. Smiling she said " I want to give you a special birthday present". Again I think I only acknowledged with my eyes as she leaned to me and kissed me in a way that I have never experienced. Her breasts gently touched mine, her hard nipples almost scratching over my ever so sensitive skin. Now she was kissing my neck and throat, my chest heaving from the growing excitement I was experiencing. I was powerless to her, only wanting more and more. As her lips consumed my nipples, I could feel the rush of my blood through me, first one then the other, I cupped them for her, wanting her more and more. I put my hand around her head and held her to my breasts so the feeling would go on and on. Now I wanted her in the most erotic way and fought to get my lips to her breasts and to taste her skin, her nipples, to feel them moving under my touch. We some how collapsed to the floor and our legs meshed, each pressing our leg into each others love buttons, wanting to feel the joyous pressure against us as we kissed and teased and played and loved. Jane broke away from our clutches and moved down my body, inch by loving inch, branding my skin with her warm lips, pausing here and there as she moved ever closer to my now flooding pussy. When her lips finally touched my wet shaven snatch, it was like a thousand fire works exploding at once. I heard a cry of sheer joy, it was mine as Jane's tongue slipped between my swollen lips and inside me. My mind raced at the images flashing through my head, images of us together. I felt her tongue press against my clit and my hips leapt up to hers. Her fingers, first one and then another slipped into me deeper and deeper. I could feel the sweet pressure against my cervix and then curl back until it touched a very special place, massaging it gently as she sucked and teased my hard and very sensitive clit. At that point I was out of control. I simply let myself go, she could now do with me as she pleased and she knew it. Her fingers hooked inside me, her lips suckling my clit, she began to lift me as she continued to massage my inner walls. Like a gigantic wave coming at me my body rose and rose until the wave washed over me in an explosion of absolute pleasure. I began to cum. My hips rising and falling, pounding against her touch, her lips. Wave after wave washed me. I screamed and screamed for her not to stop, she didn't! Jane continued to let me go gently then bring me back as I experienced orgasm after orgasm and still I wanted more and more, she obliged me lovingly and wantonly. Finally I whispered "no more, Please, I can't take any more. Jane lay beside me capturing me in her arms and simply holding me and kissing me while my body floated back to earth. I have never had another orgasm like it since, although we have tried from time to time. We lay back in each other's arms, quietly sipping our wine, nibbling at the cheese and biscuits while my body at least normalized. Jane leaned to me kissed me softly and whispered "happy birthday love", then smiling Said, "and many more"!

I smiled back at her wickedly and said I didn't think the afternoon was over. She in turn smiled back at me and said no it wasn't by any stretch, then she kissed me again. (and it wasn't)

My mind began to race again. What was in store for us and for her?