I Agreed to Be the Actress in My Husband’s Fantasy

We’re both pushing forty, and after so many years together, a long time ago we learned not to be ashamed of what we imagine in bed. I’m an ordinary woman, with no more experience than my husband and a toy or two tucked away in a drawer, but that never stopped us from letting our minds run wild. What follows is one of those fantasies I share with Adrián, told with every detail, as if it had really happened.

It almost always starts the same way. When we make love, we end up talking about infidelity, about the possibility of my having someone young, of legal age but much younger than us, and of it being me, with everything I’ve learned over the years, who would be in charge. Being the mature woman who knows what she’s doing, the one who teaches. That idea always turns us on.

A few months ago we opened an account on one of those social networks, a photo one, to show ourselves off a little. We mostly posted images of me, nothing too explicit, just enough to get hot reading the comments. It was one more spice, something that belonged to us, with no greater pretensions.

One of those nights, Adrián suggested posting something different: a message offering a casual encounter with men. We weren’t looking for anything real; it was an experiment to gauge the response and keep playing with whoever replied.

The surprise was huge. Dozens of men commented on the post and wrote to us privately. We spent hours replying, clarifying that we were a heterosexual couple experimenting, that there was nothing planned in person. But the number of proposals left me buzzing.

That early morning we ended up having one of the best nights of sex in a long time. I was scorching hot from the reception. Not a magazine beauty, I had received messages from young guys, handsome, in good shape. Every time Adrián slammed into me, I imagined I was beneath one of them.

—What if we go one step further? —he whispered, still breathless—. Just to see what happens.

I moaned at the suggestion, as I had before, sure it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, and I went along with him.

***

But that night Adrián insisted again when we were already resting. It surprised me, and at the same time it made me curious.

—How about we contact one you like and propose making a movie with you? —he said slowly—. Just for us. You’d be the absolute star.

—You’re crazy —I answered—. If I barely post a photo on a social network, how am I supposed to be an actress, and with a stranger on top of that?

—You just let yourself go and that’s it. You’d go in blindfolded. You only have to do what I tell you and follow whatever happens with your lover.

—I’ll think about it —I replied—. Let’s see what happens later.

He didn’t like the answer, but to me it didn’t seem like the right moment.

The problem was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I even locked myself in the bathroom at work to touch myself, imagining what could happen if I said yes. The idea gained ground in me every day.

What if I really go for it?

That same week, astride him in the darkness of the bedroom, I told him in his ear.

—I want to do it. I’m going to do whatever you want, as long as you take care of me at all times.

I was terrified of making the wrong choice. That’s why I didn’t want anything to do with finding candidates: I was absurdly embarrassed to do it together with my husband, so I left everything in his hands. He took care of the time, the place —a hotel, of course— and coordinating every detail. My only job was to go with my eyes covered and obey.

***

The chosen Friday arrived. Adrián asked me to dress only in lingerie and a coat over it. He wanted everything to feel as spontaneous as possible and to film it from the very first minute, from the moment I crossed the hotel door until the end.

We left by car, my heart pounding. A few blocks before arriving he put on me a pair of completely opaque black glasses that let through no light at all. The condition was that I couldn’t take them off for even a second. That excited me enormously: I wouldn’t know the guy until I saw the recording.

—We’re outside now, get ready —he said into the phone to someone I couldn’t see.

We went in. Before crossing the room’s door he took off my coat and left me almost naked in the hallway.

—When I tell you, go in.

A few seconds later I took the step. The music was loud. As soon as I moved forward, hands grabbed my waist and a mouth found mine in a long, hungry kiss. I froze, not knowing how to continue.

—Find his cock —I heard Adrián order from somewhere in the corner.

I lowered my hands and found him hard under his pants. We kept kissing while his fingers made their way between my legs, already wet. I unbuttoned his shirt, opened his pants, and he guided me until he was naked all the way. I was dying to see him, to know who was turning me on so much, but I didn’t want to ruin the game.

His hands gently pushed me down, to my knees, and led me to his sex. I took him in my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I could. I loved hearing his rough gasps while I licked him. When I held him by the hip, I noticed a worked, gym-built body, all muscle and youth.

—Take everything off her —my husband instructed—. Rip whatever she’s wearing, but don’t take off the blindfold.

The guy pulled me to my feet and tore the little fabric I had left until I was completely naked. He laid me on the bed, arranged me on all fours, and began to go over me with his tongue, not leaving a single spot untouched. I was on the edge, waiting.

—Now put the handcuffs on her —said Adrián.

—What for? —I asked, with the last bit of lucidity I had left.

—It’s part of the filming. If you don’t want to, we stop.

I wasn’t in any condition to say no. I felt the cold metal close around my wrists, tied with some kind of rope, and I stayed naked and surrendered.

—Last thing —said my husband—. Do you want me to use a condom?

—Whatever you want.

—Last time I ask. Condom?

—No —I let out—. I want to feel you without anything.

A few seconds later he was inside me. He slid in without effort, I was so wet. He was vigorous, firm, and the handcuffs gave me something to brace against with every thrust. I was screaming shamelessly.

—Do you like it? —Adrián asked.

—Yes, it’s delicious. You come too.

—No. Today I’m the audience.

—Then tell him not to stop —I panted—. Tell him I want to be satisfied tonight.

I was so crazed that I started saying things I had never said out loud. Raw, filthy things that came out of me on their own. I celebrated every second of what was happening.

***

Between the music and my own noise, I managed to hear the door open.

—What was that noise? —I asked between moans.

—Concentrate on your own thing. It’s just someone who brought drinks.

I kept at it. I almost never come with Adrián, but that night I felt myself unraveling from sheer pleasure, my legs trembling and everything dripping between my thighs. The guy pulled away after caressing my breasts. I settled myself as best I could, trying to catch my breath.

A few seconds later, other hands took me by the waist and put me back in position.

—Is that you? —I asked.

No one answered, but I let myself be handled, believing it was my husband. When I felt a cock entering me again, I knew it wasn’t him.

—Is it the same one? Did he get hard that fast?

—No —said Adrián—. It’s another guy who wanted to meet you. Want me to stop?

—No. Keep going. Just tell me next time.

—There’s another one waiting.

—You’re crazy… —I laughed, dizzy—. But tell him to put his cock in my mouth.

I kept going with two at once, sucking like a desperate woman while the other one pounded into me. They took turns, and I tasted on my tongue the flavor of the one who had just finished inside me. I was happy, lost in what I was feeling.

—Now the ass —ordered my husband.

—I’m not used to it —I protested—. It’s going to hurt me.

—Do you want us to stop?

It was almost blackmail, and it worked.

—No. But slowly, please.

The tenderness lasted only a little while. Well-lubricated, he entered me in one go and the pain tore a scream from me that someone muffled with his sex. I couldn’t control the depth, I couldn’t do anything. I asked Adrián to unfasten the handcuffs, that I needed more freedom, and he did.

What came next was different. The two of them moved away and hands guided me to sit on top of one of them. While I had him inside me from behind, another one opened my legs and sank into me from the front. A double penetration that left me without the strength to respond. I didn’t know who they were, but I was surrendered to them and to pleasure.

When they came out of me, I heard them moaning while I, on my knees, received in my mouth and on my body all their release. I tried to swallow everything, no longer remembering the camera, reacting only by instinct.

***

The doors sounded again and, at last, Adrián let me take off the blindfold. The room was a disaster. The bed was soaked, I was drenched and naked, with an intense taste in my mouth. As the final scene, my husband asked me to lie back on all of it, opened my legs, and finished inside me too.

It didn’t last long. The moment was too intense and, for me, closing it with him was what gave everything meaning. I spread my legs because he was mine, even though I was already exhausted, even though nothing compared to the way those guys had taken me.

The next day we watched the video together, holding each other. I couldn’t believe how young they were. None of them looked older than twenty-four, all of them handsome and full of energy. The way they had made me come was more than justified.

I’m willing to do more, if Adrián asks me to.