I could feel his hands roaming over my body, the insides of my thighs, I could feel myself getting wet, wanting those fingers between my pussy lips an... caressing my stiffened clit. "Touch my pussy, I need those fingers, Roy," I said. "Someone might see," he said not too concerned. "There's not enough people around and they are all pre occupied," I countered, wanting my clit rubbed more by the minute as my horniness grew and the breeze caressed my skin. I spread my legs wider and felt his. She dried herself off and lay down to steam off the excess. She was statuesque: tall and well built, feminine but substantial, with those little teak-like stretch marks on her hips, as I could see via the high-cut one-piece swimsuit.I walked over and crouched next to her and she smiled."Hi," she said, because we had seen each other around and felt like we knew each other a little."Enjoying your holiday?" I asked, and she chatted back happily, apparently not perturbed by my approach.She and her. .I'm so sorry."I pulled my hand away from hers and slid off the pool seat. I floated over to the other side of the pool about 2 metres from where Caley sat with a shocked expression on her face.She sat staring at the water. Just to give you an idea of how messed up I was I noticed that I spent most of my time looking at her breasts which were looking incredible in the bikini top......seriously....I'm a perv.She slid into the water and came over to me. She didn't stop until her lips were pressed. I’m not some psycho who goes around hitting strangers for no reason whatsoever. I told you. It was for fucking you, my less-than-faithful wife.”She turned the tap on, blubbering through the tears. “How can you say that? How dare you? I have never...”I cut her off.“Yes you have, and lying to me now isn’t going to make anything easier, so why don’t we just let it all out and hopefully feel better about this shit-storm you’ve dragged me into?”“Why would you say that? I’ve always been completely.