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Maybe, I thought, he wasn’t a gigolo at all, just a normal red blooded man loving and enjoying the inviting charms of another man’s gorgeous sexy wife. In and out he continued to push his throbbing meat, with them both sighing and gasping in obvious delighted extreme pleasure. Nothing could be heard except their loving sighs and the splashing of the waves from the nearby ocean. Everyone, including the dressed youngsters, sensed that they were witnessing something lovely and meaningful. I loved the fact that my Susan was so happy in Julio’s arms, her body and his as one, with him deep inside her in the most intimate way possible.
Eventually, after almost an hour of this incredible lovemaking their sighs and gasps began to climb and get increasingly louder until, in almost perfect unison they exploded in sensual mutual orgasm. I almost cried with joy as I saw my darling wife writhing and convulsing her awesome body against Julio’s as she climaxed so powerfully. Julio too was trembling and squirming as he emptied his juices inside my darling Susan’s vagina. It was so lovely to watch. Exactly as a loving sexual encounter should end. Perfection indeed. I was overjoyed for them both, but obviously more so for my own adorable wife.
The onlookers knew that they had seen and enjoyed perfection sex at it’s most wonderful. Both Julio and Susan were exhausted, and rightly so. They had given their all in making the situation such an awesome spectacle. I helped Julio to his feet. His fast diminishing penis slipped out of her pussy and Susan clutched her hand to her sexual entrance to prevent spillage of the loving juices Julio had pumped inside her. I then expected her to crouch and empty herself but she declined.
"I want to keep it all inside me so it melts and blends into my body love."
She surprisingly admitted to me as I held her upright. Her legs, not unsurprisingly with all her exertions, gave way under her and she fell to her knees in front of Julio and threw arm arms around him, her hands on each buttock, and kissed his now limp penis with the caring love of a completely sexually satiated woman. I took Julio’s hand, shook it vigorously, and thanked him for treating my wife so kindly and with such obvious love.
"I fuck senora any time you wanna senor!" he assured me with a smile.
"Tomorrow love!" cried Susan "let us fuck again here tomorrow. Please my darling, please let Julio fuck me again!"
"OK love! I hear you. Of course you may fuck again tomorrow."
I felt no degree of jealousy at what I had seen and enjoyed. My only thoughts had been for the pleasure he had brought to my wife. I had shared my wife with a wonderful man who had given her joy and satisfaction in the most stunning way possible. I was delighted to agree to them making love again the following day.
As it happened we took Julio’s taxi every day until the end of the holiday to the same nudist beach. Nine incredible days of seeing my wife fucked and totally satisfied by her Spanish stud. Each day they climaxed mutually and Susan kept his sperm inside her to blend into her bloodstream. Even on the day we were leaving for home she insisted on travelling in his taxi to the airport, with me travelling on the official package tour bus with the suitcases. I discovered afterwards that they had made love in a lay bye on the way to the airport. I was so pleased that they had one private final session without an audience, and even without me.
Susan was in a dream on the flight home. She was both happy and terribly disappointed at having to leave her Spanish lover, and actually shed a few tears before we arrived home.
It was three weeks later when she missed her period that we began to wonder. A second missed period four weeks later, and a doctor’s visit and check up confirmed it - she was pregnant. Only then did she admit to me that she had not returned to her daily birth pill following our last planned six month attempt for a baby. We had finally decided to abandon any further attempts, and buy the new Mercedes we had fallen in love with as a placebo for our disappointment. Now, it appeared, we were going to get our new car AND a baby. We couldn’t have been more delighted.
Doctor’s visits and careful checking on dates pointed to the fact that the conception occurred at the time of our Spanish holiday. Neither of us made any comment although I feel sure that Susan was as convinced as I was as to what had happened. It seemed strange that after six months of constantly trying for a baby, with making love almost every day, it appeared that it had only been successful on that fateful holiday week.
Seven months later Susan gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. One look at him was enough to answer all our questions. Susan looked up at me from her hospital bed with maybe a hint of desperation. The smile I gave her was enough to alleviate any fears. Seven pound six ounces of dusky delight. He even looked like his father. But I didn’t mind. We both knew he had been conceived in love and I had been there to watch and help, and that is all that mattered. We called him Julio. Susan and I had always wanted a child and how could I resent the lovable bundle of joy that had been born out of deep affection on that far off nudist beach.
I was subsequently tested and found to be lacking in the sperm potency department, so a baby would never have been a product of our own lovemaking. Maybe fate played a helping hand to bring the Spanish taxi driver into our lives and into my wife’s grateful vagina. A vagina he fucked so lovingly in full public view on that nudist beach. I shall cherish the memory of their wondrous sexual coupling every time I see OUR handsome son.
We have been on holiday to the same hotel in Spain several times, but never met up with Julio’s father again. Perhaps it was for the best. Susan would never have experienced the same wonderful situation a second time, although I have to admit I would have loved to watch her making naked passionate love to him once again. Memorable occasions seldom seem to be as good a second time. Despite that I was sorry that she never got to enjoy her Spanish lover again, and never got to tell him of their beautiful lovechild.
It all happened so long ago. Our Julio is now married with dusky children of his own. On his seventeenth birthday we told him of the way he was conceived, and the love his mother had for the man who impregnated her. I also told him I could not love him more if he had been my own child. I was there to watch at his conception and I never regretted what happened for a second, as without it he would never have been born. It was mine and Susan’s most glorious and indelible memory of our marriage together, and he was the product.
"You must love MUM so much dad to accept what happened?" Julio confided in me one Christmas as we all celebrated together with his wife Adele and their two sons, OUR grandsons.
"I do and always have loved her" I replied as I hugged him close to me "And I honestly wish she could have met your real dad a second time and maybe have given you a little brother or sister - that is my only regret."
Susan, who was also sitting by his side, squeezed my hand, leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, and cuddled closer to our son following my frank admission.
"Yes" she whispered, looking at Julio and me "That would have been nice."
THE END
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