My Wife Fulfilled Her Fantasy in the Caribbean That Night
What I’m about to tell you was something my wife and I kept just between us, spoken in whispers before bed, when imagination becomes bolder than real life. There’s a rare pleasure in fantasizing about the forbidden, feeding it with the thrill of what you’d never dare to do. And yet, once, it came true. I’m telling it because ever since then, we haven’t been exactly the same.
Once you reach a certain age, you learn to let go of your prejudices. Lucía and I talked about it often: life offers few genuine pleasures, and it would be absurd to waste them out of fear of what people might say. That was how, one ordinary night, we began imagining out loud what it would be like to share a bed with a third person. I was more turned on by the idea than she was, to be honest. She played with it, enjoyed the thrill of saying it out loud, but making it real seemed like another matter.
We booked fifteen days at a resort on the Caribbean coast, one of those places where the heat makes everything slower and easier. We began enjoying ourselves before we even arrived.
***
The plane was crossing the night while almost everyone on board slept. Lucía had settled her head on my shoulder, dressed in a white camisole and a short skirt that left her legs bare. The flight attendant had given us a blanket, and I put it to use. I began stroking her thigh beneath the fabric, slowly, moving higher as her breathing changed.
She pretended to be asleep, but she parted her legs slightly. My fingers found the edge of her underwear and carefully pushed it aside. She was wet, far more than her serene expression revealed. I slipped two fingers inside her slowly, feeling her pussy open for me, hot and slippery, while I massaged her clitoris with the pad of my thumb. I worked slowly, keeping an eye on the aisle, and noticed her biting the blanket to keep from making a sound. When her body tensed and trembled silently, I knew she had reached the end. She remained still for a few seconds, her legs parted just enough for me to keep brushing her vulva, as though she wanted more even while continuing to pretend to sleep.
Then she took control. Her hand searched for the zipper of my trousers and, ducking beneath the blanket as if she were dozing against me, she pulled out my cock with shameless ease. She wrapped her mouth around me with such precision that it left me rooted to the spot, her tongue pressing against the tip, playing with the frenulum, licking me from the base to the head as though she knew it by heart. I clenched my teeth. I looked around one last time: everything was fine, everyone asleep. After that, all that remained was to close my eyes and let myself go, feeling her suck me eagerly, swallowing every moan I couldn’t release.
***
The hotel left us speechless. They assigned us a private cabin with an enormous carved wooden bed in the local style, a small stocked refrigerator and, to our surprise, a butler at our service throughout our stay. That first night we had dinner, drank a couple of glasses and collapsed, exhausted from the journey.
The next morning we went down to the pool. Lucía was wearing a tiny blue bikini, two strings at the sides that seemed to be holding it together by a miracle. We spent hours between the water and the sun, until her trips to the bathroom began taking far too long.
“What are you up to?” I asked when she came back with a smile she hadn’t had when she left.
“Don’t ask,” she said, biting her lip. “It’s a surprise for this afternoon.”
I spent the rest of the morning trying to get something out of her, without success. The suspense made me nervous, and at the same time that nervousness was part of the pleasure.
***
After lunch we returned to the cabin. We lay down for a while, and I fell asleep. I woke to her mouth traveling down my neck and over my chest. She had showered and put on perfume, and was wearing only the bottom of her bikini and a cropped shirt with nothing underneath. She licked my nipple slowly, giving me little bites that had me hard again within seconds.
She took some handkerchiefs from the bedside table and tied my wrists to the headboard. Then she blindfolded me. I was at her mercy, blind, while her tongue drew a map across my entire body without ever touching the place I wanted her most. She rubbed against me with her hip, moving up and down, pressing her wet sex against my cock just long enough to barely rub me before pulling away, cruel and delicious. I felt her wet pussy, the heat of her breath, the scent of her skin and the fragrance of the cream she had applied, while she kept me on the edge with perverse patience.
“Put it in your mouth,” I begged.
But she didn’t want to give me anything yet. She wanted to keep me hot and desperate. She lowered her head farther and sucked my balls, one at a time, then came back up to my mouth and kissed me with my own taste filling her lips, as if she wanted to remind me who was in charge at that moment.
Then there was a knock at the door. Lucía stopped, climbed off me and lifted my blindfold just a little. I saw her open the door and lead Marcos, the young man who took care of us at the hotel, by the hand to the bed. Clearly, she had handled her arrangements that morning well.
He stood behind her, caressed her body over her shirt and kissed her neck. My wife kept her eyes on me, watching my reaction. The only reaction I had was an overwhelming desire for it not to stop. Marcos gently pushed her shirt aside and slowly sucked her breasts, alternating his tongue between each nipple until she was trembling. Lucía let out a short gasp when he slipped two fingers between her thighs and soaked them in her juices. I watched her arch, watched her seek his mouth blindly, hungry for tongue and contact.
Marcos’s hands moved lower, pushed aside the bikini’s thin fabric and sank between her legs. Lucía spread her thighs to make the way easier for him, already lost in what he was doing. He opened her pussy with his fingers and rubbed her in circles, then turned her around and sat her on the edge of the bed facing his body, her legs hanging open. With a slow movement, she lowered his linen trousers. They were the only thing he was wearing.
I watched everything that followed, tied up and mute, twisting against the handkerchiefs. My wife bent over him and took his cock into her mouth, swallowing it nearly to her throat, her cheek pressed against his stomach while he held her head. Then Marcos gently laid her down, spread her legs and set to work with his tongue while she arched and let out moans she no longer tried to contain. He licked her hungrily, opening her wider and wider, licking her clitoris until she trembled, while Lucía gripped the sheets with her bound wrists, soaking everything with her arousal.
When he got her on her knees and penetrated her, slowly at first and then at a firm pace, I could only watch. He drove his cock all the way in, pulling out just enough to plunge back inside, and every thrust made her breasts and ass move with obscene violence. Envy and desire mingled in a way I had never experienced. Lucía pushed her hips backward, seeking more, offering herself more openly, while he held her hips and fucked her with increasing force. They both came almost at the same time, exhausted and tangled together on the bed, him panting over her back and her still trembling, her breathing broken.
Marcos sat up, gave me a thumbs-up and went into the shower. My wife crawled toward me, kissed me with her mouth still hot, freed my hands and climbed on top of me without warning. She straddled my cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, squeezing her pussy around me until I was breathless. I lasted only a few seconds, thrusting against her with the urgency of someone who had spent far too long watching. Before leaving, Marcos let her thank him at the bathroom door with a smile, and promised to come back.
***
That night we had dinner reminiscing about the afternoon, both of us turned on just by mentioning it. We went down to the entertainment lounge for a drink, and there he was again, winking at Lucía from the dance floor. She wanted to dance; I went along reluctantly, and when the Caribbean music began, I left them alone with an excuse and sat down at the table.
After a while she came back, overheated, and spoke urgently into my ear:
“I want that man to come after me again. Tell him yes.”
And she ran off to the bathroom. I took the opportunity to signal Marcos. I already had an idea forming in my head, one that went beyond what we had experienced. It was risky, because Lucía had always said that more than one man seemed excessive to her, vice rather than fantasy. But curiosity got the better of me. I spoke with Marcos, who knew the hotel and its staff better than anyone, and together we arranged everything for the following day.
***
That afternoon, back in the cabin, I returned the favor. I kissed her neck all the way to her mouth while caressing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard beneath my fingers, and I felt her grow wet from the slightest touch, her pussy throbbing between her legs. I took the same handkerchiefs she had used on me and tied her wrists.
“Today it’s my turn,” I whispered, and covered her eyes.
She let me do it in silence while I worked over her body calmly. I spread her legs and began where I knew she would break first: my tongue on her clitoris, my fingers deep inside, my thumb buried in her opening while she released small, broken moans. I had left the door unlocked. When I sensed the right moment, I signaled toward the entrance. Marcos approached without a sound and placed his mouth exactly where my fingers had just been. Lucía startled for an instant when she felt someone else, but pleasure quickly convinced her to surrender. He licked her pussy eagerly, running his tongue up and down inside her, while I continued kissing her neck and breasts, holding her face so she couldn’t escape what was coming.
I was still beside her, kissing her breasts and mouth, when she sensed another presence. A second man—Daniel, a friend of Marcos’s—had joined us silently. Lucía reacted with surprise, almost alarm, when she realized we were no longer two. But Marcos knew exactly what he was doing, and very soon she stopped thinking about who we were and focused only on what she was feeling. Daniel took one of her hands and made her touch his hard cock, guiding it to the base and letting her squeeze and masturbate him clumsily at first and hungrily afterward.
The two of them removed her last garment. Marcos buried himself inside her while Daniel offered his body at the level of her mouth. For a moment I feared she would refuse, that it would be too much, but desire had won her over. My wife, who had always rejected the very idea, gave herself to both of them at once with an intensity that left me breathless. Marcos fucked her from the front, pulling his cock out and thrusting it back in with a brutal rhythm, while Daniel took her from behind, alternating caresses, fingers and the tip of his tongue, making her writhe in the middle of the bed. I never stopped caressing her or kissing her wherever I could, adding myself to her pleasure.
The men took turns and switched positions, and with every change I was the one who took the opportunity to move close to her mouth or her ear. Daniel put his cock in her mouth, and Lucía sucked it fervently, her jaw wide open, saliva running down her chin. Marcos held her hips and penetrated her from behind again, now with greater force, making her moan louder, lose control and say names between gasps. Her moans must have been audible outside the cabin. When they both came, she joined them with a long cry, arching over the bed, completely lost. One after the other, they released their cum over her, and the heat of their semen ran down her stomach and thighs while she continued trembling, open and spent.
Then I approached, last of all, and made her come once more while they caught their breath beside the balcony. I brushed her hair from her face, kissed her mouth full of saliva and sweat, and kept rubbing her pussy until she convulsed beneath me again. Then I gave them a signal: their work was done. They dressed, said goodbye with knowing smiles and left us alone.
***
I lay down beside Lucía, brushed her hair from her face and kissed her slowly. I asked whether she had enjoyed it. Spent, her eyes half closed, she could only answer:
“Thank you, love. I love you.”
We still enjoy that experience today, every time we make love alone. All it takes is remembering it in a low voice for both of us to become aroused as we were the first time. We miss it, truthfully. We’ll have to plan another trip and squeeze every last drop out of life.
Sometimes I think it was a stroke of luck that the place, the heat and our desire all aligned. I know that, for my wife, repeating it is something she sees as far off, one of those things that are more exciting in the imagination than in reality. It gets me revved up like nothing else; it still makes her a little dizzy.
Everything exists in the mind. But who knows whether someday, in another cabin, facing another sea, everything might change again.
