The Mature Woman on the Trip Asked Me to Punish Her in Peru

If someone had asked me before boarding that plane what I expected from that leg of the trip, I would have said rest. They were going to spend several days reviewing files, interviewing people, and getting involved in matters that had nothing to do with me. I, on the other hand, knew the country well and planned to make the most of my free time. I never imagined I would end up watching a marriage come apart from the inside right in front of me, not from a lack of love, but from an excess of misunderstood desire.

He was called Julián in this story. She was Vera. They were both around forty and had been together for years. He talked a lot about fatigue, limitations, routines, but every time his wife moved a few steps away, he looked at her as if he wanted to offer her to the world and hide her at the same time. She appeared controlled, firm, the kind of self-assurance that intimidates; underneath, however, there was something else, a thick sexual tension that showed even in the way she crossed her legs.

During the flight, Vera shut herself away behind a sleep mask and headphones. Julián took the opportunity to speak to me in a low voice, as if he had been wanting to for days.

—Do you already know what you’ll do when we arrive?

—First thing, I’m going to a beach in the south. It’s clothing-optional, and it’s worth it.

He chuckled under his breath and glanced sideways at me.

—I’ve never gone nude. I don’t know if I’d dare. Though so far from home... who knows.

—Taking your clothes off is the easiest thing in the world —I told him—. The hard part is putting up with everyone else’s eyes.

He lowered his voice even further.

—Vera likes challenges. If you needle her a little, she’s capable of doing anything rather than seem like a coward.

He did not answer immediately when I told him what I thought of his wife. That she was dominant, proud, very restrained, and that when she exploded, she really would. Nor did he argue when I added that I did not see him as broken, but as aroused by the idea of giving another man room with her. His face tightened and reddened, the exact expression of someone who feels exposed.

—You’re going too far —he muttered.

—Maybe. Or maybe you’re lying to yourself.

We did not continue. Vera took off her sleep mask, asked what we were talking about, and he quickly came up with a lie. But the uncomfortable look stayed with him for a while, and that was enough for me to understand that I was not far off the mark.

***

They put us up in a small hotel where the rooms were right next to each other and you could hear even the water falling into the sink. That allowed me to observe far more than anyone would have wanted. In the afternoons we met for dinner or drinks, and Vera arrived with that energy of hers, bright, intense, accelerated. She could talk for an hour straight without repeating an idea. When I challenged a point or asked her questions, rather than getting annoyed, she grew even more fired up.

She was a fully grown woman, with character, experience, and a body that needed no embellishment to command attention. She was not a delicate beauty, but one of those mature women who fill the space they enter. She had the kind of presence that makes a man think of her hands before her smile.

One night I casually mentioned the clothing-optional beach, and Julián did the rest the following day. He insisted, teased her a little about her resistance, and ended up dragging the three of us in a rental car toward the coast. Vera was quiet almost the entire way. As the landscape grew more arid and signs warning of the nude area began to appear, I saw her stiffen.

—I never said I was going to get naked —she snapped as soon as we got out of the car.

—No one’s forcing you —I replied—. But if you came here to keep an eye on everyone else, you’ll only make yourself miserable.

She gave me a dry look, one that felt like a slap. I liked it.

At first she only took off her dress and remained in her bikini. It was enough to make my crotch tense. She had heavy, well-set breasts, with nipples outlined even beneath the fabric, a narrow waist, and a hard, round ass, the kind that seemed to ask for a hand on it. She gathered her hair into a bun with the calm of someone who knows she is being watched and does not want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeming self-conscious.

Julián was the first to get naked, clowning around to break the tension. I took off my trunks afterward, without making a show of it. Vera turned at the movement. Her eyes traveled over my entire body for one long second. Then she looked away, but it was too late. The flush climbed from her neck to her cheeks.

When she finally untied her bikini and left her breasts bare, I understood why Julián still desired her with that mixture of pride and defeat. Her nipples were large and firm, and each one gleamed with a piercing. I went into the water with him, although my mind had remained behind, fixed on the sand where she had begun to give way.

When we returned, Vera was lying facedown, completely naked. The sight of her brown back, the curve of her waist, and her buttocks slightly parted by her position was enough to make my cock throb hard. Julián looked at her, then at me, and I saw no jealousy on his face. I saw anticipation.

—Put sunscreen on her, will you? —she said without lifting her head, thinking she was speaking to her husband.

Julián tossed me the bottle without saying a word.

I caught it in midair and approached. Vera turned her face when she heard my steps. When she saw me standing beside her, she pursed her lips in displeasure, but she did not protest. I let a stream of cold lotion fall down her spine and began spreading it slowly with my open palms. I moved from her shoulders down to the base of her back, lingering where the skin dipped just before her ass began.

She remained still. Not relaxed: still. Like a rope about to snap.

I applied more lotion and this time let it run between her buttocks. My hands followed its trail without pretending innocence. I squeezed gently at first, kneading each cheek, feeling her firm flesh give beneath my fingers. Then I increased the pressure slightly, sliding a fingertip between them. Vera let out a muffled throat-clearing sound. Her legs parted by barely a few inches.

I said nothing. I stroked the insides of her thighs, moved back up, and with two fingers brushed directly over her lips. She was wet. Not damp by chance or because of the seawater: wet with desire, hot, open. When I sought out her clitoris, I found another piercing there too, and that made me smile. The wicked bitch had half her body asking for a fight beneath the appearance of a proper woman.

I worked it in slow, precise circles. Very slowly. Slowly enough to feel her ass begin to tremble. Slowly enough to realize that if I continued a little longer, I would make her come right there, with her husband beside her and other people only a few yards away. Then I withdrew my hand.

—That’s enough —I said, closing the bottle.

Vera clenched the sand between her fingers. She did not look at me, but I could imagine the rage mixed with frustration perfectly. Julián was lying facedown too, though I did not need to see his face to know what had happened to him. His erection was so obvious that she turned, saw it, and exploded.

—You’re a filthy bastard. Lie down properly and stop making a fool of yourself.

Her anger sounded genuine, but I had already noticed her breathing, the heat of her pussy on my fingers, and the way she had opened her legs. It was not pure anger. It was embarrassment at having become aroused in front of us.

The drive back was silent. In the rearview mirror, she did not stop looking at me even once. Not tenderly or sympathetically. She looked at me as if she wanted to slap me or suck my cock. That combination drove me crazy.

***

A few days later we flew inland, to a town where we were going to spend a couple of nights. The accommodation was worse than the previous one: a large room with four single beds, three along one wall and one by itself opposite them. Vera chose a corner. Julián, against all expectations, went to the separate bed. I took the other end so as not to make the atmosphere any tenser. Between Vera and me there was an empty bed that seemed like a provocation placed there by someone with a sense of humor.

By then I already knew something important about Julián: at night he took a sleeping pill and dropped like a stone, with snores that went through walls. I also knew he mixed the medication with alcohol even though he was not supposed to. That combination left him out of the world.

After dinner, Vera wanted to remain reading with the lamp on. I was lying on my side, watching her without trying to hide it. She leaned against the headboard wearing thin-framed glasses that gave her an even more serious, more adult, sexier air. At one point she looked up, caught me watching her, and smiled faintly. It was not a friendly smile; it was nervous, tense, complicit in spite of herself.

Julián was already snoring when she turned off the main light. Only a faint glow coming in beneath the door and the small baseboard light remained. I waited a while. My cock was hard enough to hurt. The silence, interrupted by those monstrous snores, made everything more obscene.

I got up and went to her bed.

—What are you doing? —she whispered when she saw me sit on the edge.

I stroked her cheek. She pushed my hand away.

—Go. Nothing’s going to happen. Especially not here.

I put a finger to her lips to silence her. Instead of biting me or pushing it away, she opened her mouth and sucked it. She did it for one second, two, three, her tongue moving slowly around the fingertip until it brushed her palate. That was when I knew there was no turning back.

I opened her pajama jacket and went straight for one of her nipples. I pinched it between my fingers, played with the metal ring, and she arched her back with a muffled moan. I did it again harder, twisting the piercing slightly, and she answered by parting her thighs beneath the sheet.

I lowered my pants and let my cock out, stiff and thick, pointing toward her belly. Vera took a deep breath, moistened her lips, and turned over as if she wanted to offer me her ass while denying me her face at the same time. She pulled her pajama bottoms down to mid-thigh. Her buttocks gleamed in the faint light.

I could have taken her that way, but I wanted something else. I lay on my back in her bed and pulled her onto me. She shook her head, though without much strength. I gripped her nipples through the fabric, firmly, without gentleness. Her protests dissolved into a trembling exhalation.

—Don’t do this —she whispered.

—You’re already doing it.

She held my cock herself and guided it backward, between her legs, searching for the entrance to her ass. She did it slowly at first, rubbing the tip against her anus, slick with saliva and desire. When she felt the pressure, she let out a hoarse complaint, a mixture of nerves and hunger.

—You ought to be ashamed of yourself —she murmured—. Here, in front of my husband.

—And yet you’re putting it in yourself.

I let her take the first few inches. I felt that tight ring yield little by little, swallowing me. Then I pulled her nipples again, and she dropped almost my entire cock inside in one motion, choking a cry against my shoulder. She stayed still for a second, trembling, her ass planted on my pelvis.

—You’ll make me regret this tomorrow —she said, panting—. You’re turning me into a slut.

—No. I’m making you honest.

I began moving her over me with my hands on her waist. Up and down at first, short and controlled. Then deeper. My cock slid in and out of her ass with a wet, thick sound while she tried not to moan too loudly because of the sleeping man only a few feet away. I slipped two fingers between her lips in front. She was drenched. I sought her clitoris and found it swollen, sensitive, vibrating beneath my touch.

—Look at you —I told her in her ear—. You say you don’t want it, and you’re dripping.

—Shut up... please...

But she did not want me to shut up. Every time I insulted her a little, every time I named what we were doing in filthy words, she clenched harder around my cock. I pinched her nipples, sank a finger deeper into her pussy, touched her clitoral piercing, and she collapsed. She dug her nails into my chest, threw her head back, and came silently, in brutal spasms, squeezing my ass as if she were going to break me inside her.

I kept fucking her through the orgasm. Not quickly. Deeply. Very deeply. I wanted to feel my cock moving through her ass while she emptied herself over my hand. When she could breathe again, she bit my mouth hard, without affection, desperately. I answered by thrusting up from below until I felt her on the verge again. Then I came inside her ass, hot and abundant, feeling her milk me with the savage tightening of her sphincter.

We lay still for a few seconds, pressed together, hearing only Julián’s snores and our broken breathing.

I brushed the hair away from her neck and told her in a very low voice.

—You need a firm hand. You need someone to give you what you’ve spent years asking for without saying it. One day I’m going to spank that ass, and you’re going to ask me to.

Vera turned her face to look at me. She did not answer. But in that look there was fear, kink, and an unmistakable gleam of desire.

***

The next morning she behaved as if nothing had happened. She was even more proper with me than before, as if she needed to throw up a wall in a hurry. Julián, on the other hand, was in an oddly good mood and told me over breakfast that he would leave us alone for a while later on. I did not even look at him while he said it. The bastard wanted something, but he did not dare name it.

That day, while they worked, I went into a craft shop and bought several souvenirs. Among them I saw a thick, braided rope, brightly colored, flexible but heavy. I picked it up, snapped it against my palm, and smiled. It was not a whip, but it was more than enough to mark sensitive skin. I bought it.

When I brought it out that afternoon over one of the beds, Julián commented on how pretty it was. I swung it and let it fall twice onto the mattress with a dry thud.

—A good beast-tamer —I said, looking at her.

Vera held my gaze for barely a second, but it was enough to give herself away. Her pupils dilated. That night and the next, she pushed her bed against Julián’s, as if putting her husband beside her could drive temptation away. All it did was arouse me more.

***

On the last night before we left the country again, we had a long dinner and drank too much. Julián fell asleep fully dressed, half sprawled over the bed, overcome by the alcohol and the pill. I went out onto the small balcony for a moment to take a few calls. From there I saw Vera try to settle him, take off his shoes, and lift his legs onto the mattress. She could not manage him.

I went in to help her. I lifted him by the shoulders and laid him down properly. She thanked me in a low voice. When she straightened up to move away, I slapped one of her buttocks hard over the short pajama bottoms. It landed with a sharp smack. Vera opened her eyes wide, offended, and at the same time her nipples stood out beneath her shirt as if I had touched them with ice.

—Don’t do that again —she said through clenched teeth.

—You’re a bad liar.

I went to the bathroom and came out naked on purpose. I wanted her to see me without barriers. She was reclining on the bed with her glasses on, reading. When she looked up and found me naked, she stopped pretending for a second. The tip of her tongue slipped between her lips before she could correct herself. Then she adjusted her hair, uncomfortable, and turned off the main light. Once again, only the faint glow of the baseboard remained.

I did not need to ask permission. She lay facedown and raised her ass slightly.

I went to her bed, pulled down her pants, and opened her buttocks with both hands. I spat on her anus, letting the saliva run down. Then I passed the tip of my cock over the entrance again and again, hard and sensitive from the memory of the previous night. Vera held her breath.

—Don’t be rough —she whispered.

—You want exactly that.

I rested only the tip against her. Betraying herself once again, she pushed her ass backward to receive me better. Then I thrust all at once, without playing around, breaking through that hot resistance in a single push. The moan she let out was half complaint, half pure pleasure.

I lay over her back, bit her ear, and began moving in and out with short thrusts at first, giving her time to adjust. I grabbed one breast beneath her nightshirt, pinching the nipple, and with my other hand held her hip to open the angle wider.

—It turns me on how slutty you are —I told her in her ear.

—Tomorrow I won’t be able to look at my husband —she panted—. You’re a pervert.

—And you’re a mature woman who had been wanting someone to fuck you properly for a long time.

I slipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy throbbed, wet and sticky. I brushed her clitoris, and her whole body shuddered. I began fucking her ass harder, setting the rhythm with my pelvis, feeling her buttocks strike my belly. Every thrust drew out a wet sound and another muffled one from her throat. I put two fingers into her pussy while fucking her from behind, and she nearly came apart.

—Say it —I ordered—. Tell me what you like.

—No...

I slapped her again, this time directly on her bare skin. Her ass lit up instantly.

—Say it.

—That you fuck me —she murmured—. Like this. Harder.

I pulled her by the hip and put her on all fours. She ended up arched, her ass completely offered. I spread her buttocks properly and drove in to the hilt with a single thrust. She had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming. I kept fucking her hard, without pause, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. The mattress struck the wall in the same rhythm, and I could think only of her husband snoring a few feet away while his wife opened herself to me as if she belonged to me.

—That’s it —I told her—. Swallow it all. Squeeze. Like that.

Her body obeyed even as her head denied it. I pulled her hair to lift her face and gave her another series of slaps, one after another, dry smacks that reddened her skin. Each blow aroused her further. I could tell by how she dripped over my fingers, by how she begged without begging, pushing her ass backward to take me deeper.

—I don’t like being hit —she lied between gasps.

I landed a harder smack. She moaned like a shameless woman.

—You lie even when you come.

I ran the braided rope slowly over her back, letting her feel the friction and the threat. I did not use it yet. I merely rested it on her hot buttocks while I kept fucking her ass.

—This is for next time —I told her—, when you ask me properly.

The idea finished her. She came again, this time in a long, violent orgasm that made her squeeze her ass around my cock again and again. She barely had a few seconds to recover before she pushed back once more, needing more. The offended woman was gone. All that remained was an adult female desperate for pleasure, using her body as the truth her mouth denied.

I was already at my limit. I gripped her hips and gave her several brutal thrusts in succession, driving all the way in. When I came, I did it buried in her ass, unloading with a convulsion that emptied me completely. She squeezed me so as not to lose a drop, with that involuntary gesture found only in those who genuinely enjoy that kind of fucking.

We collapsed, both of us panting. I kissed her sweaty back, her nape, the red marks of my hands on her buttocks. She turned slightly, her face undone and her eyes shining.

—I didn’t want to —she whispered.

I tucked her hair behind her ear and laughed very softly.

—Next time you’ll be the one to ask me. And not only to fuck you. For the punishment too.

She did not deny it. Nor did she accept it. But when I moved away to go to the bathroom, I noticed she was still watching me with that exact mixture of intrigue and hunger I had come to recognize. And I knew that if the trip continued, Vera would end up asking out loud for everything she had until then only known how to offer with her body.