I Confessed My Fantasy to My Wife and She Fulfilled It

To understand what I’m about to tell you, you first need to know Marina. She’s petite, barely five foot one, with a compact, firm body that looks as if it was sculpted so you can’t take your eyes off her. She has huge green eyes and full lips that already promise trouble. Her breasts are small, with two nipples that go hard at the first touch, and a round, perky ass that stands out in anything she wears. She’s thirty-four, though when she laughs she seems ten years younger.

We met when we were young and had never been with anyone else. That never bothered me: she was enough for me, always perfect. And yet, the two of us had our own quirks in bed. Marina loved anything that came into our heads, with no brakes and no shame, and what really turned her on was being watched, being wanted by other men. When we went out, she’d dance pressed up against strangers, grind to the reggaeton, and then look for my eyes to see if I was jealous. I wasn’t jealous. It turned me on in a different way.

Because my secret was different, and darker. For years I had fantasized about watching her enjoy herself with other men. Imagining her giving herself over, wide open, while I watched without touching. I spent nights watching videos of husbands sharing their wives, replacing every face with hers. I never dared tell her. Until she found out on her own.

One afternoon I came home from work and found her sitting in front of my computer. She looked over her shoulder at me with a crooked smile.

—Here I am, watching the filth you look at behind my back —she said, with irony.

I let out a laugh to buy time.

—Well, Marina, everyone has their vices.

—And what obsession is this of yours, with other men fucking their wives?

—The same obsession I have with other men fucking you.

She froze. She closed the screen slowly and turned fully around in the chair.

—You’re serious. You want another man to fuck me?

—Not another. Others. Several at once. To come on you, in your mouth, on your face. Me watching, and then fucking you afterward, dirty and used. I want you to be the dirtiest slut in the world, just for me.

It all came out in one rush. I’d kept it in for so long that, once I’d been caught, there was no point in holding back anything. At worst, she’d tell me to fuck off and the matter would end up as an awkward anecdote.

—I can’t believe you’re saying that seriously —she muttered.

—Completely seriously —I replied, and left the room before she could see how nervous I was.

***

The subject stayed buried for a couple of weeks. Neither of us mentioned it, and I didn’t dare bring it up. Until one night, while we were doing it, Marina started whispering in my ear in a voice I didn’t recognize.

—I bet right now you’d love it if other men were fucking me. If you could see your wife getting off. Like a whore, through every hole.

I came like an animal, almost without warning. But after that, without saying another word, she rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me awake and turning that over in my head for hours.

The next morning I was in the kitchen having coffee when she appeared wearing a nearly transparent little piece of lingerie that outlined her nipples and, with any movement, showed even more.

—Honey, the painters are coming in a bit for the living room.

—Shit, I’d forgotten it was today.

Just then the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found three guys, around their twenties, in work overalls with paint cans.

—Morning, we’re here to paint the living room.

—Yes, come in. I’ll show you where it is.

We crossed the kitchen and I saw all three of them stare at Marina, who was still wandering around half naked as if nothing were happening. I got hard instantly. In the living room I showed them which furniture had to be moved and where, but my head was already somewhere else.

While they worked, Marina kept appearing every few minutes with some excuse: a glass of water, a stupid question, checking how it was going. And the guys couldn’t keep their eyes off her. I heard them whispering to each other, commenting on how hot she was, what a filthy little slut she looked like. The game kept heating me up more and more.

When they finished clearing out the living room, I called them over.

—Marina, can you come here for a second and see if you like the color they brought?

She came bouncing over, playful, enjoying the part. The guys stared at her, mesmerized.

—Let’s see what it’s like —she said, and bent over the cans, leaving her ass completely on display.

All three of them looked like their eyes were about to pop out of their heads.

—Do you like my wife’s ass? —I asked.

They went red and started stammering an apology, but I cut them off.

—Answer the question. No excuses —I said in a tone that admitted no argument.

They all nodded.

—Honey —I told her—, I think these boys are having a hard time down in their pants.

Marina looked at me with a mix of triumph and lust I had never seen on her before.

—You want your wife to be a naughty girl and help them with their problem —she said. It wasn’t a question.

—If they want it. You’ve been teasing them since they walked through the door.

***

She went over to them and started stroking the bulge over their clothes. They lost all their shame at once: they touched her, kissed her, shoved their hands everywhere. Marina’s face was burning. She kept looking for me while they groped her breasts and rubbed between her legs. I was about to explode: word for word, what I had been imagining for years was happening.

She pulled down their pants one by one, unhurried, savoring the moment. Three hard, thick cocks sprang out in front of her face.

—My God, I’m going to get so worked up with all this meat —she whispered.

—We’re going to wreck you —one of them dared to say.

I nodded, giving them permission, and it was like letting go of a leash. They started talking dirty to her, ordering her around.

—Come on, suck it all.

She took it into her mouth in one shot. It was so thick she could barely fit half of it in. The other two pinched her nipples and slapped her ass while insulting her.

—Come on, swallow. And now get ready, because I’m going to shove this one into your cunt —said another.

They put her on all fours without letting go of the one she had clamped in her mouth. The man behind her ran the tip along her lips, swollen and soaked, and she moaned around the cock gagging her. He pushed and slid in all at once. He fucked her without mercy, and with every thrust she took a little more of the other one. They took turns in her mouth as if they were coordinating.

—I want her ass —said the third, pulling out of her.

He lubed up her hole with his fingers, slowly, one, two, three, spitting on top. Once she was stretched, he started sliding in little by little.

—Fuck, she’s so tight. Have you ever fucked her? —he asked me.

—Of course. But that cock is bigger than mine —I admitted.

I had been rubbing myself against the wall for a good while. Watching them destroy her mouth and ass at the same time was exactly my dream. And she kept turning her head to find me whenever she could. That made me even hotter.

—Do you like our cocks? —one of them asked, pulling his out of her mouth so she could answer—. These young, hard cocks?

—Yes —she gasped.

—Yes, what? —he said, giving her a light slap.

—I love it when you fuck me in front of my husband. Wreck all my holes.

—That’s what I like to hear. A submissive woman and a husband watching. Now we’re going to fill you up completely.

One of them lay on the floor and Marina sat on top of him, taking him all the way in. Another got behind her and fucked her in the ass. The third filled her mouth. They started moving like a well-oiled machine, slowly speeding up the rhythm. She screamed around the cock in her mouth, a muffled sound that announced her orgasm. And what an orgasm it was: she moved uncontrollably, out of her mind, until she arched all over and collapsed, trembling.

They lifted her up and made her kneel. They jerked off over her and covered her in cum, thick ropes that landed on her face and breasts. I stepped closer and came with them; my balls ached from the heat they’d stirred up in me.

—Go have a shower, honey, the guys have to work —I told her—. When they finish, you’ll have to give them a tip.

Marina nodded with a mischievous smile and went into the shower.

***

I haven’t told you this yet, but we live in a penthouse whose balcony shares a dividing wall with the neighbor’s. He’s a textbook dirty old man: Marina sunbathes topless and he spies on her without hiding it at all. I’m convinced he masturbates watching her, and that maybe he’s even seen us fucking, because some nights we don’t even close the curtains.

So I’d already got it into my head to continue the little game out on the terrace when the guys were done. The very idea of the neighbor seeing it turned me on even more. A couple of hours later, the living room was painted and Marina, following my instructions, was sunbathing completely naked on the lounger. I invited the guys outside for a beer.

—Your wife is fucking gorgeous —said the tallest one, looking at her.

—She’s supposed to get the tip —I replied—. Go on, get it from her.

They stripped and went over to the lounger. I caught movement on the other side of the dividing wall. I smiled to myself: my plan was working. They started fucking her in the ass, taking turns, moving from her mouth to her hole without stopping. The moans and the sound of hips slapping made everything clear, and the neighbor gradually lost his caution until he leaned out shamelessly. Our eyes met.

—Do you like what you see? —I asked him.

—You have no idea how much. Your wife’s been driving me crazy since the day you moved in.

—Then come fuck her.

Marina tried to object; she wasn’t pleased with the addition, but I acted as if I hadn’t noticed. The neighbor climbed over the wall, shoved one of the guys aside, and rammed himself into her cunt, thrusting without control. The boys came on her face while he made her scream, screams that were cut off every time one of them shoved a cock down her throat.

—She’s squeezing me so hard. I’m going to come inside her —the neighbor warned.

I nodded for him to do it.

—We’re off —said the guys as they got dressed—. If you need anything else, we’re available any day.

I paid them and saw them out at the door. Then I looked at the neighbor.

—Your wife will be waiting for you —I said.

He blushed, mumbled his thanks, and went back to his place the way he’d come. Marina was still on all fours on the lounger, breathing hard, her body shining with sweat.

—You turned me into a whore —she said without reproach, almost proudly—. I’ve been fucked in every way possible. I hope you liked seeing me like that.

—Very much, slut. And now I’m going to wreck your ass, since you’re so full.

I fucked her from behind. It went in easily; they had already stretched her plenty. I gave her a few deep thrusts while she panted and rubbed her cunt with her hand. Then, again, movement on the neighboring terrace. The voyeur again, I thought. But to my surprise, it wasn’t him, but his wife, peeking out and masturbating as she watched us. I came so violently I filled Marina’s ass without being able to hold back.

That night, lying in bed, she ran a finger across my chest and asked me what fantasy I still hadn’t told her. I told her none. I lied, of course. But that’s another story.