The Secret Power That Awakened My Wife’s Fantasy

It all started two weeks ago, on an ordinary afternoon, when I walked into my son Iván’s room. He was sixteen and glued to the screen, hooked on a round of the video game he was obsessed with at the time. I spoke to him from the doorway.

—Stop that right now and go set the table.

I said it on purpose in the most authoritative tone I could muster, half joking even. Normally he would have answered, “I’m coming,” without moving from his spot until he finished the match, which is what always happened. But this time he let go of the controller without a word, got to his feet, and went off toward the dining room without saying a single thing, leaving the game half-finished.

I was so baffled I went to check the console: the game was still frozen in the middle of the action. I went into the dining room and there he was, setting the plates as if nothing had happened.

—Are you all right? —I asked him.

—Yes, why?

—No reason. Just asking.

I went back to the kitchen to finish making dinner with Marina, my wife. We served the plates and I called Iván again to come to the table. It was enough to say his name a second time, in a serious voice, for him to appear instantly and sit down without complaint. Something didn’t add up, but I let it go.

That night, around nine, I peeked into his room again. He was watching videos on his tablet, the kind that keep him hooked for hours.

—Come on, put that away, go shower and get to bed —I told him.

We were just starting summer, and in summer Iván never went to bed before midnight. I only wanted to tease him a little. But I saw him get up and walk to the bathroom without saying anything. That made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I waited for him in his room, and when he came out, he went straight to bed and lay down.

—Iván, are you really okay?

—Yes, why?

—Because you’re going to sleep and it’s very early.

—But you told me to sleep.

—No, man, it’s summer, you can stay up if you want.

—Okay.

And as he said it, he got up, picked up the tablet again, and resumed the video where he’d left off. I walked out of there completely bewildered.

***

I went to the living room, where Marina was waiting for me to watch an episode of the series we were halfway through.

—I don’t know what’s wrong with Iván, he’s acting really weird —I told her.

—Why? What’s he doing?

—I ask him to do something and he does it first time, no arguing.

—Well, that is weird, yes —she laughed.

—I’m serious. I told him to shower and go to sleep, and he was already in bed.

—Maybe he was tired.

—No, it’s like if I told you now: go take a shower and then come back naked, and you wo…

I didn’t finish the sentence. Marina got up from the sofa and went straight to the bathroom. I froze, not sure whether she was playing along. Then I heard the shower run. No way, I thought.

I was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on when Marina appeared in the doorway completely naked, her skin still damp, and sat down next to me on the sofa as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The only thing I could think to say was:

—Give me a blowjob.

She reacted instantly, bringing her hands to my belt. I stopped her, got to my feet, and pulled her toward the bedroom. She followed me down the hallway, clutching at me, trying to pull my pants down without waiting. Luckily, Iván always locks himself in his room. I closed the door behind us and Marina wasted no time: she finished undressing me, knelt down, and took me into her mouth.

Still dazed, it took me a while to get hard, but she took care of that quickly. After almost fifteen years of marriage, we still desired each other; getting a blowjob from her wasn’t strange. What was strange was that she wanted to do it with the boy in the house, at that hour, and right in the middle of our sacred series ritual. For a moment I put all the questions aside and let myself go. When I warned her I was about to come, she kept going to the end, squeezing me with her hands to keep me all the way to the back of her throat.

—Damn, that feels so good —I said.

—Did you like it?

—A lot.

I kissed her and laid her down on the bed, and then the thoughts came rushing back. I decided to make one last test.

—All right, now go to sleep, it’s late. I’m staying a while in the living room.

—Okay. I love you.

She gave me a kiss, slipped under the sheets, and curled up. I sat on the sofa with my heart racing. An absurd idea was circling in my head.

***

I remembered a show I’d seen some time before, about a detective with super strength. In it there was a villain whose power consisted of making anyone obey anything he ordered out loud, unable to refuse. I dug it up that very night and watched five episodes straight, taking mental notes like a madman.

The following days I did small tests with strangers, until I confirmed without a shadow of a doubt that I had something similar. It wasn’t identical: the villain on screen couldn’t switch it off, his power worked with every word he said. I, on the other hand, could speak normally and nothing would happen, and it only took effect when I wanted it to, using a certain deeper, more confident tone.

I also discovered a disturbing detail: after a while, people would start to doubt why they had done what they had done. Fortunately, I hadn’t asked for anything that couldn’t be fixed with a “I was joking, I don’t know why you did what I said.” From the show I learned a better trick: ask them at the end to forget I had told them. And it worked.

One morning on the beach I saw two girls sunbathing. I walked over.

—When I go back to my towel, you’re both going topless. And you’ll forget I told you to.

I moved a couple of meters away and lay down. As soon as I lay my back in the sand, the two of them took off the tops of their bikinis. A few minutes later, one said to the other, “Girl, why am I topless if I never do this?” “No idea,” the other answered, and they covered up again, confused. They remembered nothing.

That night Marina and I watched a film about people who enter other people’s dreams to plant an idea and make them believe it was their own. That gave me a new idea. I went to Iván’s room.

—When I leave, you’re going to tidy your room and leave it spotless. You’ll forget I asked you. You’ve wanted to do it for days, and today you’ve finally decided to.

Five minutes later he appeared in the living room.

—I’m going to tidy my room, I’ve wanted to do it for days.

—Oh, very good —said Marina—. If you need help, let me know.

—Okay, thanks, Mom.

—Oh, what, does he already have a girlfriend and want to bring her home? —she whispered to me, amused.

Inside, I was only thinking: it worked. That night his room was still only half done, and I asked him, without using the tone, what had gotten into him to start tidying.

—I don’t know, I’d been thinking about it for days. I wanted to have everything in its place.

The next day he finished on his own until it was perfect. The idea had taken root by itself. Two weeks had passed since the discovery, and I already more or less knew how it all worked. It was time to take a bigger step.

***

That night Iván would sleep over at a friend’s house, because they were staying late at the beach. Marina and I had the house to ourselves. Even though our sex life was good, after so many years we had fallen into a certain routine. We were both too shy to suggest new things. We’d test the waters halfway, and if the other didn’t respond, we’d let it go without talking about it.

There was one example that had stuck with me: once, while she was sucking my cock, Marina tried to slip a finger into me and I jerked in surprise. She took it as a flat no and never tried again. We never spoke about it. Like that, without meaning to, doors between us had slowly closed.

We put on a movie and, when it ended, I stood in front of her.

—Now you’re going to feel like trying something new. You’re going to want me to take you from behind, you’ve wanted it for days. As soon as I say “let’s go to the bedroom,” you’ll forget I told you and you’ll feel like it was your idea, like today you’ve finally worked up the courage to ask me for it.

I paused.

—Let’s go to the bedroom?

Marina came out of some kind of brief trance and smiled.

—Yes, let’s go.

We got up kissing, shedding our clothes in the hallway as always. I took off the sheer blouse she wore around the house and revealed her breasts, medium-sized and firm, with pink nipples that hardened the moment I took one into my mouth. She held my head, pressing me against one and then the other, delighted.

We reached the edge of the bed. I took off my T-shirt and boxers, already completely hard. I pulled down her last garment and laid her back to start eating her out slowly. She keeps it trimmed, not fully shaved, exactly how I like it; it’s one of the few things I dared tell her years ago. I opened her lips with my tongue, climbed to her clit, and drew little circles. She spread her legs wider and let out soft sighs.

With one hand I stroked a breast, toying with the nipple; with the other I slid a finger in little by little. At one point I went a bit low by accident and brushed her anus. Marina gave a shiver of pleasure, lifted my face with her hand, and looked me straight in the eyes.

—Hey… I’ve been thinking about something these past few days.

She paused, bit her lip, and looked away, a little embarrassed.

—Would you take me from behind?

—If you want, I’d be delighted —I told her—. But do you really want that?

—I don’t know. I want to try it.

She said it blushing, without looking at me. I stretched my arm toward the nightstand drawer, where we kept the lubricant ever since we discovered what changed things. I put a little on my finger and, while I kept licking her, began to ease it in slowly.

—Ah, yes… slow, but keep going. It feels good —she murmured.

I kept my tongue on her clit and my finger moving at a slow rhythm that made her writhe. Then I rose, coated myself with lubricant, and placed the tip at the entrance. Marina lifted her legs high and opened them as far as she could, holding them with her own arms. She motioned for me to continue.

I pushed in little by little. I could feel her clenching around me with a delicious pressure, and that, combined with her moans, urged me on until I was all the way inside.

—Oh, yes… it’s better than I thought —she panted—. Give it to me, give it to me.

I started moving. Seeing her breasts sway with the rhythm, seeing how I went in and out, with her sex open right there, was too much. When she reached down to touch herself, that finished me off. I didn’t last much longer and came inside her. Marina kept rubbing herself with my member still inside her, until she convulsed in a long orgasm, between cries and tremors, leaving her breathless.

When it was all over, I collapsed beside her.

—Whew… how was it? Did you like it?

—A lot. Why hadn’t we tried it before?

—I don’t know. I thought you didn’t like it. Once I touched you there and you pulled my hand away.

—Yeah, well, I think I was embarrassed. But I’d been thinking about it for a while, until today I finally worked up the courage. Not every time, but now and then, yes.

—Then don’t be shy about asking me for things. If you feel like something, just tell me.

—Okay —she smiled—. But only if you do the same.

—Deal.

We stayed there embracing, naked. Marina fell asleep on my chest right away. I took a long time, staring at the ceiling in the dim light. It had worked. And as I listened to her calm breathing, I couldn’t stop thinking about one thing: this only opened the door to an entire world of possibilities.