Marcos’s Girlfriend Lost Her Shame in the Desert

Those who have read my other confessions already know that Daniel and I have had an open relationship for years. It all began on a surprise vacation he gave me in Formentera, when I was still carrying around the idea that pleasure had to ask permission.

Until that trip I had only been with Daniel. I went into marriage a virgin. But that week, euphoric over the gift and eager to please him the way he always asked me to, I started out topless in a cove and ended up naked on the sand, not caring who was watching.

Then came my first consensual infidelity, and with it my whole way of living sex changed completely. Little by little, we fulfilled our fantasies, one by one. We never let a single opportunity pass us by.

This time the adventure took place in Morocco.

Daniel has a friend, Marcos, who was stationed in Marrakech for work. He had invited us to spend a few days touring the country, and since I’d been dreaming of the desert for a while, we said yes without thinking.

Marcos had met Lucía at the presentation of an archaeological project near the city. His company was one of the sponsors, and she was in charge of the excavations. They had only been together a short time.

For Lucía it was her first serious relationship. Since finishing university, she had worked at digs lost in the middle of nowhere, places where fun simply did not exist. She was gorgeous, with a sweet, almost angelic face, and a shyness that showed in everything about her. That first night, as soon as the conversation turned to the different ways of understanding being a couple, her cheeks flushed like a teenager’s.

I liked that woman instantly. And from then on I had only one thought in my head: how to make her mine before we went home.

The next day we planned to visit the excavations, some Roman ruins more than two thousand years old. Marcos had meetings and couldn’t come. We were an hour’s drive from the city, and I took advantage of the journey to steer Lucía toward the territory that interested me.

She was surprised that my husband encouraged me to sleep with other men. At first she listened cautiously, but little by little my stories began to awaken her curiosity. She started asking questions.

—How was the first time? —she wanted to know.

—Did you seek him out?

—And did you really enjoy it?

She was curious about absolutely everything. She was loosening up, and in the end she confessed something to me in a low voice.

—I’m embarrassed to say it, but sometimes I undress with the window open, imagining someone watching me from outside. It turns me on so much.

—I do that too —I told her—. I go crazy with pleasure at nudist beaches. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Daniel, who had understood my intentions from the very first minute, kept to the sidelines, silent, letting me work.

Lucía, dressed in her field clothes, explained each find to us with an enthusiasm that transformed her. When she talked about her work, her shyness vanished at once.

By midday the heat was already suffocating, so we decided to head back. We had only been driving for half an hour when the car came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the road. Daniel called for someone to come get us: it would take two or three hours, they told us. We were surrounded by arid earth, without a single patch of shade, under a sun that weighed like a slab of stone.

Then several men appeared on horseback, in light tunics and turbans, offering us refuge in their settlement. I looked at Lucía for an answer. Her face was pure uncertainty. I decided for both of us. Daniel preferred to wait beside the car in case the tow truck arrived, and only when he saw that I was leaving did she work up the nerve to come with me.

We climbed onto the backs of their horses and headed toward the camp. Lucía, who was already daring enough to talk about sex without blushing so much, leaned toward me.

—I noticed the bulge in his ass the whole way —she whispered, nodding toward the rider I’d been mounted with.

—He got hard for you —I laughed.

—It was huge.

—You’re such a little slut. I’m sure you loved it.

She looked at me with a wicked smile that was no longer innocent in the least.

***

We entered a large, cool tent where several men and a dark-skinned woman with a bare torso were waiting for us. She wore a skirt slit open, with fabric hanging loose in front and back, and beautiful breasts crowned by dark nipples. They offered us tea and we sat on colorful cushions. Music started up, and the woman began to dance.

Her hip thrusts opened the skirt and revealed a thick, black pussy. Every movement was sensual, almost a deliberate provocation. Lucía did not take her eyes off her. The dancer placed a hand on one breast, shamelessly, and beckoned us on with her eyes.

I put my hand on Lucía’s thigh.

—Dare to go out there and dance —I whispered in her ear—. You’re going to like it.

She shook her head, but without conviction. I insisted once, twice. Then she took off her hat, stood up, and took her first steps. At first they were clumsy, hesitant. Little by little she loosened up, trying to imitate the dancer, and that sweet face with its intellectual glasses drove me completely wild.

What happened next I could not have imagined a minute before. Lucía unbuttoned her shirt and threw it at me. Her breasts were exposed to everyone. She looked at me defiantly, challenging me. The men encouraged her with claps. She took off her pants and was left in her underwear. And then, finishing the job, she got rid of her panties too.

Her blonde pubis caught all my attention. I would have thrown myself on her right then and there. My cunt was burning, and a brutal urge pushed me to go out there and dance, but I held back. It was her moment, and I wasn’t going to steal it from her. It looked as if she’d spent her whole life dancing naked for strangers.

When Daniel appeared at the tent entrance, he froze. He managed to say only one thing.

—They’ve come for us already.

***

Lucía got dressed in a hurry and we left. On the way back, still breathing hard, she asked us not to tell Marcos anything.

—I don’t know how he’d take it. We’re taking things very slowly with all the sex stuff —she said.

I asked her if she had enjoyed herself.

—Very much. It’s the first time I’ve stripped in public and it turned me on like never before.

—Then don’t let false modesty hold you back —I told her—. Enjoy sex while you can.

With a slight shrug, she made it clear that I was completely right.

That night the four of us had dinner out, and when we got back to Marcos’s house, he made us drinks. I asked him to put on traditional music, the same music that had played in the tent that afternoon. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucía naked, about her body moving clumsily and beautifully all at once.

On the second song I pulled Lucía out to dance. I had her pressed against me, feeling her heat, and a shiver ran through me from head to toe. I didn’t think about it. I unfastened my dress and let it fall to the floor. In my underwear, I looked at Lucía with the same challenge she had looked at me with that afternoon. Marcos couldn’t believe it.

—Fuck, Daniel, your wife is a force to be reckoned with —he said.

—Wait until you really know her —my husband replied—. She can get very slutty when she’s turned on.

I went up to Lucía and kissed her on the mouth. She kept her lips pressed to mine, and in that instant I knew she had decided to follow my advice to the end. She took off her dress and then her panties. Her boyfriend stood there motionless, unable to say a single word. I stripped off the little I still had on, and the two of us, naked, kept dancing, teasing, with nothing else mattering.

Daniel soon joined in. He took out his cock and offered it to Lucía, who did not hesitate for a second to take it into her mouth and suck him with a hunger that didn’t seem at all like that of a beginner. I positioned myself behind her, stroking her breasts and sliding my hand between her legs.

—It doesn’t look like this is the first one you’ve sucked, you’re very good at it —Daniel said.

She could barely mumble, with her mouth full.

—My boyfriend hasn’t asked me to do it yet.

—Well, you learn fast —my husband laughed.

—I follow Carla’s advice —she replied—. I let myself be carried away by pleasure.

I was getting wetter and wetter. I was getting exactly what I had wanted since I met her, even though I had never imagined that such a sweet woman would give herself over so easily.

I started licking her ass, slowly. From her occupied mouth came broken moans. Then Daniel asked me to swap places. Without much ceremony, he fucked her from behind. Lucía let out a cry, but she made not the slightest gesture of refusal. I had offered her my cunt, and her tongue was working with a devotion that no longer seemed novice at all. She found my clit and, when she did, the orgasm hit me deep and long, received with sighs I could not hold back.

Marcos was still paralyzed, unable to speak. But his girlfriend was determined to mark a before and after in that relationship. She went to him, opened his fly, and did the same thing she had done to my husband a moment before.

—Now it’s your turn to enjoy what I’ve learned —she told him.

Marcos got hard instantly, while Daniel and I looked for our own pleasure at the other end of the room. In the end he let himself go and fucked her until he came, at last all her resistance defeated.

***

The next day we toured the most impressive ruins of the trip, with Marcos as our guide. He had asked for vacation time to spend it with us. When we got home after dinner, he poured the drinks and put on the same music again.

No words were needed. The four of us wanted exactly the same thing. We stripped and gave ourselves over to one another as a group again. I enjoyed Lucía’s body, gave myself to Marcos, and ended up fucking my husband again.

Daniel, who for some time now had also enjoyed men, wanted Marcos. He kissed him on the mouth, asked him to get on all fours, and fucked him slowly. His friend let him do it. Lucía watched them, astonished, fascinated, and then kissed her boyfriend with a new passion, their tongues tangling. She pulled away for a moment to say something in his ear.

—I love seeing you enjoy yourself. From now on there will be no limits between us.

Marcos, in the middle of an orgasm, only managed to answer.

—None.

We repeated the same script every night, after spending the day sightseeing. It was four intense days of culture during the day and sex at night.

When we said goodbye, Lucía promised she would call me as soon as she passed through Madrid. She was eager to repeat everything we had lived through. They both thanked us for opening a door for them that they would never close again.