It was a couple of years into my first marriage and I was stuck in Portsmouth unable to get home. It was July in a hot summer. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t get home I rang my wife Carol and she agreed instantly to come down. The only room I could find at short notice that offered rooms was a grand hotel. It was expensive but who cared I was going to be with my lovely new wife.

She arrived in the early evening and the fun began. Had a long slow diner a few drinks and retired to our room. We made love most of the night and eventually sated fell asleep. I was rudely awakened by a hand slapping down on my bare arse. I yelped the, light was pouring into the room in violent bright rays that stabbed at my eyes. Carol was wide awake and planted a kiss on my red stinging bum. Excitedly she told me to get up as she wanted an early walk along Southsea sea front. We showered and managed to drag ourselves form each other and headed for breakfast. Showered and refreshed after only a few hours sleep by hot coffee and full English breakfast we setoff.

Wearing just T shirts and shorts we strolled along the seafront holding hands. After about 20 minuets Carol remarked that she really needed to go to the toilet. I told her not to worry as there were some a little way along ahead. Soon she was trying to walk crossed legged so I hurried her to find them. At the toilets she dashed away in the direction of the ladies. as I caught up with her I heard a little whimper and followed it to find Carol holding her crotch in front of a locked door with “Out of order” written on a notice pined to it. She looked so sexy standing there in her little pink shorts with a damp patch visibly appearing. I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her around the small building and dragged her into the male toilets. She rushed directly into a cubical desperately and never shut he door fully. I heard a little moan of relief with a full on rush of water on porcelain.

I stood at the urinals and listened to her relief with visions of her sexiness holding her damp crotch and her pissing in the guys toilets. My cock began to stiffen just thinking about it all. as I stood with cock hardening in hand I noticed it had become very quiet. Suddenly the silence was broken by Carol giggling. I asked her if she was ok and she replied that there were loads of sexy stories written over all the walls. She started to read some and suddenly stopped. I asker what was the matter? She said there was a big hole in the wall into the next cubical and asked why.