This is just a story. I’ve shared most of this fantasy with my irl wife. She’s accepts that the fantasy is exciting, but we both admit that we have too much to risk in our relationship to experiment. Maybe some day :>
This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.
The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away.
The move must have shooken a thought loose, because moments later she asked me if I remembered our conversation last night. We had been talking about fantasies. It seems our awakened sexual impulses had made each of us a bit more curious about the interests of the other, and in a post-coitus lull my inhibitions had relaxed.
Of course, we had had similar conversations throughout the years. It started when I asked her if she had ever been with another woman. She hadn’t, but admitted she might enjoy it. I then felt pressured to admit that I had done things with other men. Just giving and receiving oral, experimentally while in college. It shook her enough that I didn’t tell her that I once fucked a transgender girl.
She eventually mentioned how she both would and would not want to watch me with another woman. I always feigned disinterest, knowing how jealous my wife could be. We had each confessed minor additions to the fantasies over the years, never quite trusting each other with the full extent.
The first night of our vacation was the first time I had confessed any interest in watching her with another man. It was a fantasy that had only recently occured to me and, after some initial resistence, I began to find I was turned on by the idea.
Now, on the beach, it seemed I had planted a seed in her. So with her not so subtle subtlety, she probed at how open I really was to the idea. I could see that she had found the idea appealing, which made me feel much more comfortable talking about it with her. I wasn’t sure I could *actually* go through with it, or if it was just the fantasy that excited me. I could feel jealous as well, and I didn’t completly like the idea of my wife falling for some guy she hooked up with.
After dinner we decided to walk the beach, which was lined with bars and clubs for at least a mile. As we sipped on drinks at one bar, she casually mentioned how good looking so many of the men were there. I asked her what kind of guy she would be interested in. She smiled nervously at me but wasn’t very shy pointing guys out. The pattern was fairly obvious. They were all fit, muscular guys. Mostly latino, but otherwise not much like me at all. I didn’t mind. Honestly, looking at these guys, I could hardly blame her.
Later, we arrived at an open beach dance club with latin rythyms pounding into the air. My wife loved to dance, and I had never been nearly as good or enthusiatic a dancer as her. I felt anxious, but so excited that I felt like we could experiment. I told her to find someone to dance with, and I would watch and see how I felt. She declined at first, but I didn’t have to push too hard to get her to accept. So I left her at the club’s bar on her own, and found a spot to watch her. It didn’t take long. The first guy slid in beside her and they began to chat. I could tell my wife wasn’t super interested, but he got her to smile, and soon he was pulling her into the dance crowd.
They started easy enough. My wife was clearly enjoying herself, letting herself get lost in the music and the movements. I was a little surprised to catch myself falling more in love with her as I watched. But that soon turned into excitement as I watched the way her hips swayed and bobbed with the music. The guy was working his way closer as the rythym of the music changed. He was an ok dancer, better than me, perhaps, but I knew my wife wouldn’t be impressed. Still, she let him press in close and wrap his arms around her.
By the end of the second song, she freed herself from him and found me. She kissed me and as she asked me how that had made me feel, she felt my hardon against her hip. She grabbed it and squeezed tightly. She was glowing with excitement, and now could feel that this was exciting me as well. She kissed me again and practically skipped back to the bar to fish again.
The next guy seemed to interest her more. He bought her a drink and had her laughing before leading her back to the dance. She pushed against him this time. He was definitely her type, big and strong, and a good dancer. Over the course of several songs I watched him grope my wife’s ass and breasts as they spun around the dance floor. They danced for quite some time, and I was content to watch the two of them together, partly relieved that I didn’t have to dance so much, but mostly just turned on watching my wife bump her ass back into a stranger’s crotch.
It might have been an hour or more before she had her fill. Then it was her pulling the guy over to me. He was clearly confused at why this chick he had just met wanted him to meet some other dude. She kissed me again, deeply, showing him what we were. “This is my husband,” she said to him. There was a moment of shock, but then she was back with him, wrapping her arms around him, and grinning at him. Then he laughed. And I laughed, and she laughed, and soon he was off to fetch a round of drinks from the bar.
I asked her if she wanted him. I could see that she did. She asked me if I was really ok with this. She insisted that she wouldn’t mind at all if I wanted to call it all off. But I told her that whatever else I felt, I was too turned on to back off now. I pulled her close and kissed her neck the way I know she loved, and whispered to her how much I wanted to watch her come on his dick.
In the taxi between the club and our hotel, with my wife between us, he asked me why I would let my wife dance with other men. I simply told him that I loved her, and nothing turned me on more than watching her get turned on. That won me another kiss, but then she turned to him and placed her hand on his crotch. He tried to kiss her but she didn’t let him. Instead he grabbed her breast and kissed her along the chest. I slid my hand between her legs and she opened them wide, letting me slip under her skirt to rub her panties. I could see the taxi driver glancing frequently into the rear-view mirror, watching us.
It was an effort for us all to break free and get out of the cab. We were all a little breathless as we walked through the hotel lobby and sought out our room. As soon as the door had closed, he was on her again. He had pulled up her skirt and was squeezing her ass. He tried to kiss her again, and again she refused. I remembered that I had told her I didn’t know that I would like it if she kissed someone. But here, ready as I was to have this guy push his way into my wife’s pussy, it seemed a little absurd. So I told her it was ok, and soon she had the guy’s tongue in her mouth.
The passion of the kiss showed me how much she wanted this guy inside her. Yet she still took a moment to break free and share another kiss with me. When the kiss broke I caught a gleam in her eye and she told us she wanted to see what she had for herself. She grabbed us both and pulled us to the bed, where she sat. First she pulled off my belt and I helped her strip my pants off. My cock was at full attention, as hard as it had ever been. She gave it a little kiss, but then turned her attention to other guy. She rubbed his crotch, then he helped her strip his pants off.
He was hard but hung low, and she smiled at the size of it. She grabbed both cocks and pulled them close to compare. I have an average cock, 6″ uncut, but she had always reveled in teasing me that it was so small. Now she was giggling at me as he was clearly a bit bigger. “Now come on,” she told the guy as she scooted her butt back on the bed and stripped her panties off.
He was on her in seconds, first kissing her belly, then sucking on her nipples, then her neck, and then her mouth. I lay beside them, watching. His penis hovered over her, and she couldn’t resist anymore. She grabbed him and guided him inside, gasping as he pushed in. Watching her face as he entered her, I do believe that was the most turned on I have ever been. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I got up on my knees and let her stroke me to completion all over her stomach. He never stopped thrusting and as she began to tense up for her orgasm, he began to cum inside her. Both cried out as they came at nearly the same time.
He stayed inside her as their orgasms subsided, then slowly he pulled out and lay on her other side. I sat up, curious. I reached over and slid my hand through my cum and over her pussy. I rubbed her lips, then slipped my fingers inside to find her slick with his cum. When I pulled them out, I saw the cum pour out with them. I pulled close to her and kissed her as I played with her pussy, feeling my excitement rise quickly again.
I was soon hard again and moved on top of her to take my turn. Her pussy was so lubricated, all I could really feel was her warmth. Then, to my confusement, she told me to stop. “I want to feel you,” she said. “Help clean me up first.” I wasn’t sure what she meant, at first, and when I realized I still hesisitated for a moment. But soon I was kissing my way down her body to her soaking pussy lips. I was tentative at first, but once I realized that the cum on my tongue wasn’t distasteful at all, it began to turn me on. Soon I could feel her hips twisting and twitching as the pleasure began to build inside her.
Once I had lapped up all the cum from her pussy she said “entra”, which was my signal to enter her. Now I could feel her warmth and the friction and it was delicious.
I had almost forgotten our companion. That I could tell, he hadn’t reacted to me going down on my wife. But I was reminded of his presence when I saw his big cock hovering over my wife’s face. He clearly wanted her to suck on it, but she only grabbed it and stroked it. When he asked her, she laughed and shook her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sucking cock, though it wasn’t that often that she would do it for me. But she did have an aversion to tasting her own juices, for some reason. She would never kiss me after I had gone down on her.
“You do it,” she said to me, as I continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. The suggestion caught me off gaurd. Not because I hadn’t considered sucking on a dick before. I had told her of the times that I had tried and enjoyed it. I hadn’t expected to hear the suggestion from her. I paused, my cock deep in my wife’s cunt, and looked up at the guy. He shrugged. I looked at her again. She bit her lip and pulled my hips to get mee deeper. I decided she didn’t care, she just wanted me to keep fucking.
So I let the guy slip the head of his cock into my mouth, then began to slide out and back into my wife again. I guess you could say I have an oral fetish. It has always turned me on to lap around the lips of my wife’s pussy, and bury my tongue as deep as I could inside her. It also turned me on to wrap my lips around the shaft of a penis, and feel the head pushing past my tongue and into my throat. My gag control was not great, as this was not something I was at all used to. But I could tell our new friend was enjoying the attention I was giving him.
I’m pleased to say my wife came first. My mouth had always been able to get her close to finishing. Feeling her tense up and hearing her moans brought me to the edge of climax. But just then I was surprised to feel a hand at the back of my head and the cock in mouth suddenly pushing in more forcefully. Then I felt the stream of cum hit the back of my throat. It was more than I could handle. Feeling both of their orgasms at once put me over the top, and I felt my seed pump into my wife even as I pulled away from the cock, and the cum dribbled from my mouth across my wife’s chest. It was ecstasy, probably the most forcefully I’ve ever come in my life.
I hovered over her for maybe a minute, letting the aftershocks roll through me, feeling the squeezes of my wife’s pussy as her own orgasm subsided. Soon we were three, laying side-by-side, panting lightly, bodies throbbing, and heads hazy with post-coitus pleasure.
My wife was the first to rise. She had been drinking that night, and that always meant she would be hungry. She called room service and ordered burgers for everyone. She jumped into the shower, and our friend and I slipped on boxers. I chatted with him for a bit. Turns out he ran a kitesurfing business, and we had an open invite for our vacation. When room service arrived, we hung back half-naked, while my wife greeted the hotel’s attendant in her bathrobe. She thought he was cute, so she tipped him with a couple of bucks and a flash of her breast and inner thigh.
We ate, we had another round of beers, we told stories and laughed together. Finally, at around 4am, our friend got dressed and excused himself. Not before wrapping his arms around my wife, cupping her ass, and kissing her deeply. We shook hands, and he was gone.
My wife turned to me and we looked at each other for a while. Finally, without a word, she took my hand and led me to bed. The next morning, as we woke up, she pulled me close behind her, and we made love again.