The Secret Power That Awakened My Wife’s Fantasy

It all began two weeks ago, one ordinary afternoon, when I walked into my son Iván’s room. He was sixteen and glued to the screen, engrossed in a game of the latest hit video game. I spoke to him from the doorway.

—Put that down right now and go set the table.

I said it deliberately, in the most authoritative tone I could manage, half joking, even. Normally, he would have answered “coming” without moving until he finished the game, which was what always happened. But this time he dropped the controller without a word, stood up, and headed toward the dining room without saying anything, leaving the game unfinished.

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

—Are you all right? —I asked.

—Yes. Why?

—No reason. Just asking.

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

That night, around nine, I looked into his room again. He was watching videos on his tablet, the sort that kept him hooked for hours.

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

Summer was just beginning, and in the summer Iván never went to bed before midnight. I only wanted to tease him a little. But I watched him get up and walk toward the bathroom without saying a word. That really sent a chill through me. I waited for him in his room, and when he came out, he went straight to bed and lay down.

—Iván, are you really all right?

—Yes. Why?

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

—But you told me to go to sleep.

—No, come on, it’s summer. You can stay up if you want.

—Okay.

As he said it, he got up, picked up his tablet again, and resumed the video where he had left off. I left the room completely bewildered.

***

I went to the living room, where Marina was waiting for me to watch an episode of the series we had been following.

—I don’t know what’s wrong with Iván. He’s acting really strange —I told her.

—Why? What is he doing?

—I ask him to do something, and he does it right away, without arguing.

—Well, that is strange —she laughed.

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

—Maybe he was tired.

—No, it’s as if I said to you, “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 sat there frozen, not knowing whether she was playing along with the joke. Then I heard the shower running. It can’t be, I thought.

I was still trying to understand what the hell was happening when Marina appeared in the doorway completely naked, her skin still damp, her nipples stiff from the cool air, droplets running down her belly to her trimmed pussy. She sat beside me on the sofa as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her legs slightly parted, offering me everything without realizing it. The only thing I could think to say was:

—Give me a blowjob.

She reacted instantly, reaching for my belt. She yanked it open, pulled down my zipper, and took my cock out of my boxers before I could react. She put it in her mouth right there on the sofa, hungrily, sucking the tip and sliding down to the base with a determination I had never seen in her. I stopped her, stood up with her hanging from my cock, and pulled her toward the bedroom. She followed me down the hall, gripping my hips and trying to finish pulling down my pants without waiting, and on the way she crouched twice to suck me again, unable to restrain herself. Luckily, Iván always shut himself in his room. I closed the door behind us, and Marina didn’t waste a second: she finished stripping me with a series of tugs, knelt on the rug, and took my entire cock into her mouth, all the way down, until I felt the tip hit the back of her throat.

Still bewildered, I had trouble getting hard, but she soon took care of that. She pulled my cock from her mouth with a strand of saliva hanging from it, licked my balls one at a time, sucking them between her lips, and then swallowed my cock again until she felt it growing against her palate. She looked up at me with shining eyes, her mouth full, stroking my ass with one hand while squeezing the base of my cock with the other. After nearly fifteen years of marriage, we still wanted each other; her giving me a blowjob wasn’t strange. What was strange was this hunger, this way she swallowed it until she gagged and then came back for more, with the boy in the house, at that hour, and interrupting our sacred ritual of watching the series.

I grabbed her head and began moving it at the rhythm I wanted, pushing her face against my groin. She let me fuck her mouth, panting through her nose, her chin covered in spit, and every time I pulled my cock out to let her breathe, she asked for it again with a “Give it to me, give me all of it.” For a moment I put all my questions aside and gave myself over to it. I felt my orgasm rise from my balls like a whip crack.

—I’m coming. I’m coming in your mouth.

She tightened her lips around the base and held on, her hands digging into my buttocks to keep all of me buried deep inside her. I shot load after load straight into her throat, and she swallowed everything without letting go, milking me with her tongue until the very last drop. When she finally pulled my cock from her mouth, she wiped the corner of her lips with her thumb and sucked it clean.

—Fuck, that was good —I said.

—Did you like it?

—Very much.

I kissed her, tasting my own semen on her tongue, and laid her down on the bed. Then my thoughts came rushing back. I decided to make one last test.

—All right, go to sleep now. It’s late. I’m going to stay in the living room for a while.

—Okay. I love you.

She kissed me, slipped beneath 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 series I had watched some time before, about a detective with superhuman strength. It featured a villain whose power was that anyone obeyed everything he ordered aloud, unable to refuse. I dug it out that same night and watched five episodes straight, taking mental notes like a madman.

Over the following days, I carried out small tests on strangers, until I had no doubt that I possessed something similar. It wasn’t identical: the villain on the screen couldn’t switch his power off; it worked with every word he said. I, on the other hand, could speak normally without anything happening, and it only worked when I wanted it to, when I adopted a somewhat deeper, more confident tone.

I also discovered an unsettling detail: after a while, people began to wonder why they had done whatever they had done. Luckily, I hadn’t asked anyone to do anything that couldn’t be explained away with a “It was a joke. I don’t know why you listened to me.” From the series, I learned a better trick: ask them at the end to forget that I had told them to do it. And it worked.

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

—When I go back to my towel, you’ll take your bikini tops off. And you’ll forget I told you to.

I walked a couple of yards away and lay down. As soon as my back touched the sand, both of them removed their bikini tops. A few minutes later, one said to the other, “Girl, why am I topless when I never do this?” “No idea,” the other replied, and they covered themselves again, bewildered. They remembered nothing.

That night, Marina and I watched a movie about people who entered other people’s dreams to plant an idea and make them believe it was their own. It 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 that I asked you to do it. You’ve been wanting 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 been wanting to do it for days.

—Oh, very good —Marina said. —Let me know if you need help.

—Okay, thanks, Mom.

—Well, do you think he’s got a girlfriend now and wants to invite her over? —she whispered to me, amused.

Inside, I was thinking only one thing: It worked. That night, the room was still only half done, and I asked him, without using the tone, what had made him decide to tidy it.

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

The next day, he continued on his own until he had left it perfect. The idea had taken root by itself. Two weeks had passed since the discovery, and by then I more or less understood how everything worked. The time had come to take a bigger step.

***

That night, Iván would be sleeping at a friend’s house because they were staying late at the beach. Marina and I would have the house to ourselves. Although 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 would cautiously test the waters, and if the other person didn’t respond, we let it pass without discussing it.

There was one example that had stuck with me: once, while she was sucking me, Marina had tried to put a finger in my ass, and I had flinched in surprise. She took it as an unequivocal no and never tried again. We never spoke about it. And so, without meaning to, doors had gradually closed between us.

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

—Now you’re going to feel like trying something new. You’re going to want me to fuck you in the ass; you’ve been longing for it for days, dying to feel me putting my cock in there. As soon as I say “let’s go to the bedroom,” you’ll forget I told you this and feel that it was your idea, that today you’ve finally worked up the courage to ask me.

I paused.

—Shall we go to the bedroom?

Marina came out of a sort of brief trance and smiled, her cheeks already flushed.

—Yes, let’s go.

We got up kissing, leaving our clothes in the hallway as usual. I took off the thin blouse she wore around the house and uncovered her breasts, medium-sized and firm, with pink nipples that hardened as soon as I brought them to my mouth. I sucked them one after another, nibbled them, and tugged at them with my lips until she moaned softly. She held my head, pressing me against one and then the other, arching her back. I slid my hand down her belly and slipped my fingers into her panties: she was already soaked, dripping down her thighs.

—Fuck, Marina, you’re so wet.

—Shut up and keep going.

We reached the edge of the bed. I took off my shirt and boxers, my cock already fully hard, pointing at the ceiling, a thread of pre-cum glistening at the tip. She looked at it as if it were the first time, took hold of it, squeezed it, and sucked it from top to bottom with a slow, wet lick that made me close my eyes. I pulled off her last garment and laid her down so I could start eating her out slowly. She keeps it trimmed, not completely shaved, exactly the way that drives me crazy; it’s one of the few things I dared tell her about years ago. I parted her lips with my tongue and found her swollen, glistening pussy, spread wide open for me. I moved up to her clitoris and traced small circles, then caught it between my lips and sucked it eagerly.

—Oh, fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop.

She spread her legs farther and let out increasingly loud moans, gripping my hair and grinding her pussy against my face. I squeezed one breast with one hand, playing with the nipple between my fingers; with the other, I slowly slipped a finger into her pussy, then two, feeling her squeeze them, feeling her lubrication run down onto my hand. I fingered her while continuing to suck her clitoris, and at one point I moved lower by accident and brushed her anus with my wet thumb. Marina jerked with pleasure, lifted my face with her hand, and stared straight into my eyes, panting.

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

She paused, bit her lip, and looked away, somewhat embarrassed.

—Would you do it to me in the ass?

—If that’s what you want, I’d be delighted —I said, my cock twitching on its own. —But do you really want to?

—I don’t know. I want to try. I want to feel you there.

She said it blushing, without looking at me, her voice trembling. I reached toward the bedside table drawer, where we had kept the lubricant ever since discovering how much it changed things. I squeezed some onto my fingers and some directly onto her tight little asshole, watching it contract at the coldness of the gel. I rubbed the outside with my thumb in circles while lowering my head again and sucking her clitoris. I began to ease my finger inside, just the first joint, waiting for her to relax.

—Oh, yes… slowly, but keep going. It feels good —she murmured.

I worked it all the way in, little by little, to the knuckle, and felt her ass gradually opening, felt her begin to push against my hand of her own accord. I added a second finger with more lubricant, and she let out a long, deep moan unlike any I had ever heard from her.

—Fuck, fuck, don’t stop. Put another one in.

I carefully slipped in a third, moving my fingers inside her and spreading them in a V to stretch her. I kept my tongue on her clitoris and my fingers moving in a slow rhythm that made her writhe on the bed, clutching the sheets.

—Now, now, give me your cock. Put your cock in me —she panted.

Then I straightened up, squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto my cock, and coated it thoroughly until it gleamed. Marina lifted her legs and spread them as far as she could, holding them with her arms behind her knees, giving me a view of her dripping pussy and open ass, shining with lubricant. She nodded for me to continue, biting her lip.

I placed the tip of my cock against her asshole and pushed slowly. I felt the resistance of the ring, saw her squeeze her eyes shut and draw a deep breath, and then it suddenly gave way, the tip slipping inside in one thrust. She let out a muffled cry.

—Wait, wait, don’t move.

I stayed still, fighting the urge to push. After a minute, I felt her relax, and she sought me out herself, thrusting her hips upward.

—Keep going, keep going, give me all of it.

I pushed slowly, inch by inch, until I had buried myself inside her completely. I felt her squeeze me with delicious force, a hot, tight ring milking my cock, and that, combined with her increasingly obscene moans, encouraged me to start moving.

—Oh, yes… it’s better than I thought —she panted. —Give it to me, give it to me, fuck my ass, fuck, don’t stop.

Hearing her talk like that—she, who had never said a swear word in bed—drove me wild. I began moving with long thrusts, almost pulling out completely before driving back in to the hilt, watching her ass open to my rhythm, watching my cock emerge gleaming and disappear inside her again. Seeing her breasts sway with every thrust, seeing myself slide in and out, with her dripping pussy spread open right there above it, was too much.

—Harder, harder —she begged, eyes closed and mouth open.

I grabbed her legs, threw them over my shoulders, leaned over her and folded her nearly in half, then began fucking her brutally, delivering sharp thrusts that made her moan louder and louder. The bed banged against the wall. She brought one hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clitoris quickly with two fingers while I drove my cock into her ass to the balls.

—I’m going to come, I’m going to come, don’t stop, don’t stop.

When her hand began moving faster and I felt everything tighten around my cock, it pushed me over the edge. Her ass clenched around me like a fist, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I drove all the way in and came inside her, emptying into her ass with groans, feeling my orgasm burst out in pulsing spurts. Marina kept rubbing herself with my cock still buried inside her until she convulsed in a long orgasm, crying out and trembling, arching her whole body against me, her pussy soaking the sheets, until it left her breathless.

When I finally pulled out, a white thread of semen ran from her open asshole to her pussy. I collapsed beside her, breathing hard.

—Fuck… how was it? Did you like it?

—Very much. 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.

—Yes, well, I think I was embarrassed. But I’d been thinking about it for a while, until today, when I finally worked up the courage. Not every time, but now and then, yes. And now I know I want to do it again.

—Then don’t be afraid to ask me for things. If you want something, just tell me.

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

—Deal.

We stayed there embracing, naked, the smell of sex clinging to our skin. Marina fell asleep on my chest almost immediately. It took me quite a while, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. It had worked. And as I listened to her peaceful breathing, I couldn’t stop thinking about one thing: this had barely opened the door to an entire world of possibilities.