Paula's Erotic Alicante Escapades

"There is a train in a short time. Can you give us a lift Dave?"

"Sure!" Dave replied, quickly putting his clothes back on, that was in a messy heap on the floor.

We drove back to the station, not talking too much. I can't remember what we talked about. But what I did remember was that I told him I was amazed that a man of his age could have so much virility. Dave laughed at this.

When we said our goodbyes at the station, he whispered into my ear explaining his horniness.

" I took two 100mg viagra tablets after dinner. That is why! It was nice to wake up with a hard-on and your sexy wife beside me."

CHAPTER TWO: THE NEXT DAY

Paula was quiet and she didn't want to look at me. We hadn't spoken much after visiting Dave. When she said something, she looked stern. It was short and to the point, in a no-nonsense tone with a strict spinster-like voice. Her talking to me was like a mother who had lost patience with her child.

"You finished in the bathroom?"

"Yes, thanks!"

"It smelling here!" noted Paula, as she put her long hair to her nose and aired our restroom by swaying the door forward and back.

Locking it, she took a long time in there. I didn't have patience to wait for her and made my way to breakfast up on the hotel roof. It was busy there and I luckily got a table with a view. From the buffet table, I got Paula all the things that she would want- juice, fruit, bread and black coffee. She, eventually joined me, not saying a word, we had our breakfast in an eerie silence. The gothic, stone church overlooked us and I felt guilty...the wrath of Paula's judgement was soon to come.

"Why you leave me alone with him after? You close the door."

"I thought I give you some privacy!"

Paula looked up at the church and the guests around us soon dissipated,perhaps reacting to us. She hadn't finished.

"I think you come back soon, but you no come!"

I understood now why Paula was angry. It was confirmation of what I thought what was wrong. I wanted that to happen, but not for her. Boundaries were broken, both morally and practically. It was risky sex. Yet, Paula heroically gave herself.

"I am sorry, Paula!"

"Okay", she said and looked up at the clear, blue sky above us. We had cleaned the air, at least. We went back to our room. I let Paula use the restroom first. Alone now, I texted Dave.

"Thanks for yesterday Dave!" and sent the pics of Paula with him.

He texted back immediately.

"Wonderful. Say hello to your wife for me. I can send you some viagra!"

No,I wouldn't say hello to her for him. I guessed he would fap to those pics for a long time.

Paula came back out from the restroom and I repeated my apology.

"I am sorry that you felt abandoned yesterday!"

Paula then looked at me, judging my sincerity. She smiled,

"You know that we only having each other. We no destroy what we build. Love rules...always!"

"Yes, Paula, you are right!"

"I know what you want.... We need to be safe!"

I agreed, but I felt that we would always have this conflict of interests.

That dark, warm night we went to a salsa concert at a local bar. The band was okay, but the female vocalist was not exactly at the same level. She didn't lack enthusiasm though, inviting the audience to come dance on the stage with her.

A stranger who sat by us and challenged Paula to join two older ladies who went on..waving her to go. Paula looked at me, as if asking.

"You go up there. Show them how to dance!"

And she danced. It was great to watch her smiling and swinging her hips to the music. She outshone the singer and the dancers all together. Her colorful patterned trousers clung tightly to her round, firm derriere. It was then the stranger went up on stage to dance with her.

He was a friendly middle-aged man and looked both affluent and attractive. They danced smoothly and sensually. Both showed their experience and expertise. There were pangs of jealousy on my part, a type of bitter sweet feeling. Once the performance ended, Paula returned to her seat by me. I was curious how it went for her.

"Great dancing Paula!"

"Thank you. He good too".

"Anything else?"

I wondered if there was any wandering hands or closeness of any kind.

"No, just dance. Nothing more!" she reiterated in an off the cuff way. She knew what I wanted to hear, but not tonight, not now. Paula had heroicly endured Dave.

I was a little disappointed about her dance and maybe Paula noticed this. However we put that behind us and we left the cafe bar to join the carnival crowds. We were making the most of our holiday. There were stalls of every kind selling carnival memorabilia. Paula loves shopping.I picked a fake police hat and asked her to try it on.

"This would look good on you!"

And it did. I duly bought it and Paula could now play along with the crowds as 'Officer Paula'. Nearly everyone was in the 'game', except me. People had colorful costumes on of all types of themes: animals, super heroes, cartoon characters and my favorite ones were the smiling Latina dancers in their feathery, skimpy costumes...

There was a concert in the center of the market square and it looked like it was drawing to a close where everyone sang the YMCA song together. The atmosphere was vibrant and playful. I guessed all the men who were singing on stage were gay, by their gestures and movements....I was quite the opposite.

Paula was happy again and singing along and to me:

"Young man, you can make real your

dreams

But you've got to know this one thing

No man does it all by himself, I said!"

That was the verse I remember. I felt then on the same wavelength as her. Making real our dreams together.....

"having fun...there's no need to feel

Så down...

many ways to have a good time..."

These verses reflected what Paula believed in. Be light and not serious.

Soon the performance ended and the audience dissipated and we were left wondering what to do next on our last night in this summer paradise.

"What do you say if we visit a swing club now?"

Paula looked thoughtful, before answering.

"You really want?"

"It would be nice. I don't think we will have this chance again..."

"You....a little boy!" she said and laughed. "Okay then!"

She was right I was a kid who just got the present he had wanted.

Luckily I had saved the location of the swing club on my GoogleMaps, after my research at home. It was a little outside town, so walking there was out of the question. I hailed a taxi and we left the crowds and mayhem behind. Heading out of the suburbs into the darkness, I gave the address to the male taxi driver. He read out aloud in perfect Spanish. I confirmed what he said and showed him a picture of the club.

The driver spoke into his phone, "Cupi Swinger Alicante". Then having retrieved the directions, we set off. The young driver smiled and re-adjusted his mirror. As he drove through the thick traffic, he stole looks at Paula measuring her up. Funky music from the radio blared out so loud that we couldn't talk. She looked out the window and seemed to be looking at the sights. Until the driver abruptly stopped at a traffic light.

"OWwwwww!" Paula exclaimed as she was pulled forward and then back.

Paula and I had on our seatbelts luckily enough. I knew that was more sensitive than me and scowled at me, whenever I broke our car suddenly. I didn't want this to affect Paula's mood.

"Can you drive a bit more carefully? You see my wife reacts to sudden movments!"

"Si. No problem!"

I guessed the driver's attention was elsewhere. He smiled to Paula.

"I am sorry!"

It took twenty minutes to drive us there, with our taxi driver driving like a man possessed right up bumper to bumper to slow vehicles and then overtaking them. We survived. Cupi Swinger Alicante was out in no man's land. This place was very remote. Having dropped us off and I paid the driver, he joked.

"Have nice time!" and smirked to Paula.

He drove off, leaving us outside a lone building with a solid stone wall all around it. I guessed this was for security and people could come out here, with no questions asked. No curious neighors looking in, protecting the anonymity of their clientele. Their car park was absolutely massive, but empty.

Going up to the entrance, there stood a sign: 'Come fulfill your fantasies'.

We were buzzed in and opening the door into the reception, we read other enticing phrases on the walls like:

'A place to fulfill your dreams' and 'Your best moments'.

We had come to the right place...

CHAPTER THREE: THE CLUB

The female hostess was younger than us and was dressed casually in blue jeans, white t shirt and sneakers. She was very attractive and friendly. I think she was happy to see people.

I was in a hurry to enter and duly paid my Euros. Our entry included two free drinks. We were ushered into the dull lit room of fluorescent purple. The bar though had white lighting which made the hostess's t shirt glow and lit up her ample bust. I wondered if she would play too tonight...

Then Paula saw me staring and turned her eyes to the sky. I knew I was in trouble and insured her that I wouldn't play around.

"Only you Paula! Only you."

"Yes...", she whispered. "Better that way!"

It was strangely quiet. I hadn't expected that since it was so late. Regretting my impatience, maybe we should have looked around before paying? The taxi driver was long gone now. Paula and I had to make the best out of it.

With our tokens in hand, we approached the bar and keeping my eyes off the hostess's chest I ordered conservatively a diet coke for Paula and I. She looked at me and smiled.

"Con hielo?"

"Si...with ice!"

Tearing our tokens like our expectations of this empty place, we were handed our drinks and I asked Paula.

"Shall we have a look around?"

With drinks in hand, we wandered through this dark club. There was no music yet, just the sound of the TV showing a football match. It had one floor with a maze of rooms. The matt black walls had bright blue fluorescent tubes of light. Red drapes hung down, mattresses were in every room though some had sexy red leather banana-shaped chairs in them too. Fluorescent crosses with hand and leg cuffs to tie participants up to the wall hung there.

We went back to the bar to find one slightly chubby man on his own, perched on one of the bar stools available. He was staring into his drink, not even looking at us. I guessed he worked here or a friend of the hostess. Sitting by the bar, a little bit away from him, we sipped our drinks. It was a nice place, just that it was close to empty.

I was wondering about getting back after drinking. We had to give the hostess the address of our hotel. I searched frantically for it, but to no avail. This was when two well dressed Spaniards appeared and sat down by the lone drinker. I think they knew him, because they ordered a drink for him too.

Our hostess got them their orders and started to play Spanish disco music on the speakers above our heads. The men spoke the local lingo quickly, I couldn't understand a word that they were saying. One man looked rugged and handsome. A typical Spaniard, clean-shaven, well kept dark curly hair and a tan completing his chiseled face and dark brown eyes. His companion was a shoulder lower, bespectacled and was bald. He looked ordinary, an average Joe. Some one who spent most of his time behind a desk and had not seen the light of day.

The good-looking Spaniard laughed and looked over to us.

"We wondering, where you from?"

"My wife is from Brasil and I am from UK"

"Nice! I like UK, never been to Brazil!"

"It's really quiet here!"

"Si...yes, it's carnival time. Lots of people in the streets. A time for the family."

"There was a lot of traffic in town".

"It is better to go other place!" he said and laughed, "here for example!"

Our conversation had sort of run dry and so I asked Paula for a dance. I wanted to show her off to these men.

We danced our wedding dance, because Paula knew the moves. I think it looked good. The Spaniards were our captive audience and clapped appreciatively once when we had finished.

"You good. Where you learn dance?" asked the strapping Spaniard

"Norway!" I replied, "do you dance?

"No.,,,no....not me...I have...two left feet!"

"My wife can teach you..."

It was then his bald, bespectacled friend said that he wanted to learn and so Paula kindly showed him some steps. I could see he was only interested in looking at Paula's derriere, instead of learning how to dance. I took quickly some blurred pictures on the sly, without our hostess watching.

When the short lesson was over, I felt the time was right to ask Paula something.

"Can you dance for us, Paula?"

The men eagerly encouraged her to do it and so eventually after a lot of coaxing Paula agreed. Paula surprising went up on stage, she took on her police officer's hat on.It matched her sexy blue dress. She was not shy to say the least. I looked at their quiet friend seated by them, but he avoided any contact whatsoever.

Paula stepped up to dance at most uncommon venue we were not used to: a seedy swing club with just three strangers and myself looking on. Our hostess had disappeared behind the bar. The question I had for myself was how far would she let this go?

Heroicly, Police officer Paula' strode around the metal pole on the raised stage. Her hips swung seductively in her figure hugging uniform. Eyes of the leering men were focussed entirely on her, including now the quiet stranger. He sipped his beer, stealing glances at her.

Paula swung round the bar athletically showing her hour-glass figure to her captive audience. Keeping eye contact with them, she smiled brightly and then licked her lips lushfully. There was a magnetism developing between her and the male contingent. The quiet one had finished his drink and had no excuse but to look at Paula. Encaptured.

My wife was their entertainment that night. She would save the day for them and for us. They probably came from all walks of life; married or single? Partner or Porn in their times away from here? Who knows? Just that, here...now...my wife would be part of their fantasies. My question remained: how far would she let it go this time?

She turned her back on them and placing her hands behind her, slowly she unzipped her 'uniform'. Turning sexily now clockwise to the audience, Paula let her dress drop slowly to the floor. Then these red blooded males cheered like hungry wolves, howling their delight, just with the exception of the lone male.

Without, of course Paula's dress, they could delight over the view of her bikini-clad tanned body. The two pieces of blue cloth hardly covered her and didn't leave much to the imagination. The cleft between her cleavage promised pleasure as well as her voluptuous, full bottom. Paula looked like one of the samba dancers I had watched earlier that day. She just didn't have the provocative plumage of colorful feathers. Not that she needed them!

Why was she enticing these complete strangers with the allure of her sexy dance on stage? Was it to escape the dullness of daily life? Or was it just to please her cuckold husband's desire or else he would get into a foul mood? What I could see was that this beautiful bird could fly in this fantasy world. Where she could play and have any male here if she wanted, with her man's approval. No duties nor repercussions, no one would know, just her and me.

Police officer Paula turned her back to us and dropped her hands to her feet, like in one of her yoga classes with her legs apart. They formed a perfect upside down V, from her round spankable bottom leading down the perfect lines to her sexy silver high heels.

To further please her audience, she them dropped to her knees and then arms to a doggie position. Swaying her bottom like a pendulum, she hypnotised us to the heavy beat of the music.

Then after she stood up, breaking us out of our trance to wake up to watch her right hand behind her back undo the knot of the top half of her skimpy bikini. While doing this, her left arm hugged her twin treasures closely. She turned around teasing us. We wanted more. Like a magician, in one swift motion, she whipped her top off like a tablecloth off from a table, to the men's applause.

The men started clapping, including Paula's shy admirer. Then their noise slowed down - clap-silence-clap-silence-clap. It was a call for Paula to do more. Would she do it? She would, of course! Having come this far in her sexy performance, she released her beauties, letting them bounce and hang freely from the confinement of her arm.

Police officer Paula returned to her metal pole, swinging herself around it, making her tits jingle and jangle to the music. Taking her nippled weapons, she wrapped them in the confines of the valley between them. Sliding up and down by keeping her back straight and her knees bending at right angles. A nice tit fuck motion for the leering men.

Paula looked as if she was orgasming. I was getting really uncomfortable in my pants, my hardness craving for a release. I could only guess that the stranger's 'snakes' stirring too- seeking Paula's warm soft capture.

The sexy song was in its outro, soon to end. She left the metal pole to turn around again for one last time. Leaving her hands to drop either side of her to reach for the knots of her last garment. She slowly undid them, while the men slowly clapped again, to encourage her to let her bikini G-string to drop to the floor.

It was then I had a blurry flash back of one dance she had with her lover Jose. She slowly stripped while he felt Paula's wares to his heart's content. I think that all the men in the bar wanted to do that.

With the song reaching its climax, Officer Paula turned round to reveal her naked, shaven mons. She stood proudly baring herself before them, just with her hat on. They were ectstatic at the crescendo ending. Paula surprised me completely with her performance. She bowed to her audience, then left the upraised platform to pick up her discarded items.

What was even more of a shock for me afterwards, was that she didn't go to the changing rooms, or go backstage or even return to sit by me. She strode directly to the room by the bar with its glass window that faced us. It did look inviting from the outside, the white curtains adored a white mattress and plush pillows.