My Wife Confessed the Fantasy She Had Kept Hidden for Years

My wife is called Marisa and she just turned fifty-one. I’m Gabriel, I’m fifty-four, and we’ve spent almost half our lives together in a small house facing the sea, on the coast of Cullera, a stone’s throw from the center but with the murmur of the waves always in the background. I’m telling you this because I still find it hard to believe how far we went from a simple summer dinner.

It all started the night of the peña dinner, the one we organize every July when the town festivities kick off. We ate too much, drank a little more than we should have, and for dessert I got stuck in a conversation with Rubén, one of the youngest in the group. He’s twenty-eight, works in IT, and is going out with a lovely girl named Noelia.

I’m hopeless with anything that has keys, so I took the chance to ask him a couple of questions about the computer. From there, as always happens when the wine starts flowing, we drifted onto sex. Between laughs, Rubén told me he’d found a website with hundreds of erotic stories. He wrote it down for me on a napkin, I shoved it in my pocket, and that was that, or so I thought.

When I got home, Marisa was already asleep. Instead of going to bed, I switched on the computer and went into that website. I went straight to the section about partner swapping, without really knowing why.

As soon as I finished the first story, I felt myself hardening. I’d never read anything like it, so direct, so shameless. I was so aroused that I ended up relieving myself alone, in silence, with the screen lighting up my face in the dark living room.

I cleaned up, switched everything off, and slipped under the sheets carefully so as not to wake her. The next morning, Marisa asked me how the dinner had gone. I told her it had gone very well, that I’d spent almost the whole night with Rubén asking him questions about the computer. I wasn’t completely lying. What I left out was the other thing.

I should clarify one thing: Marisa didn’t especially like Rubén. Every time his name came up, she would make a face, say he was full of himself, and change the subject. That’s why what happened afterward left me speechless.

***

The day passed like any other, between errands and housework. At night we had a quiet dinner, talked about silly things, and when it got late, she stood up.

—I’m going to bed. Coming? —she said from the hallway.

—You go on, I’ll come up in a minute —I answered.

As soon as the bedroom door closed, I took out my phone and went back to that damned website. I read another swapping story, and went up to the bedroom hotter than I could remember being in a long time.

Marisa was reading with the lamp on. She knew me far too well. I’d barely gotten into bed before she put her book on the bedside table, slid her hand under my pants, and grabbed me without any preamble.

—What on earth has got you like this? —she murmured, half surprised, half amused.

—Rubén’s fault —I confessed—. He sent me a page with erotic stories and I read a couple. They’re brutal.

—Do you want me to tell you one I just read? —I insisted—. It’s about swapping partners.

—No —she said, tugging the sheet—. I’d rather you touched me.

She wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down, just an old tank top. I slid my hand under the fabric until I found her, already warm and parted. I kissed her neck, bit her earlobe, went down to her breasts, and trapped one nipple between my lips while I caressed her slowly.

I could feel her reacting, wetting against my fingers. And then, without thinking too much about it, I began whispering to her the same thing I’d read.

—Marisa, would you like another man to lick you and fuck you while I watch?

—What are you talking about, you’re crazy —she protested.

I kept going. I slid two fingers into her and started moving them calmly, pulling them out and thrusting them back in. Her breathing broke into gasps.

—Close your eyes —I whispered in her ear—. Imagine these fingers aren’t mine. Imagine it’s someone else who’s putting them in you, and that you’re going to come with him. Would you like that?

Between sighs, she threw the question back at me, and then I knew she’d taken the bait.

—And who would you want to fuck me? —she said, her voice thick—. Young, or our age?

We were both on the edge. Suddenly she grabbed my arm.

—Put it in now, I’m going to come —she begged.

***

I positioned myself over her and entered her slowly. Marisa arched her back and started moving with my rhythm, digging her nails into me. Without stopping, I spoke to her again in her ear.

—Do you want me to tell you which man you’re coming with? Whose cock is inside you?

—Yes —she moaned—, tell me, tell me, I’m going to come.

—I’m going to tell you —I promised—, but when you get there I want you to say his name.

—Tell me now, Gabriel, who do you want me to come with?

—I want you to come with the one you can’t stand most —I told her.

Marisa’s eyes flew open for a moment, and then she shut them, spent.

—Yes, okay, okay… I’m coming, I’m coming, now…

—Say it —I insisted—. Who are you coming with?

—With Rubén —she blurted out, almost shouting—, with him, the youngest one… fuck, I’m coming with Rubén, the bastard fucks so well.

I couldn’t believe it. My wife had just come imagining Rubén, the very one she said she couldn’t stand. I had focused so much on her pleasure that I hadn’t even finished. She lay there, exhausted, with her legs open and sweat beading on her forehead.

I let her rest while I stroked her belly and ran my wet fingers over her lips.

—Rubén must have a nice cock, huh? —I said softly.

She laughed without opening her eyes.

***

About ten minutes passed. Marisa, knowing I still hadn’t finished, sat up, knelt down, and took my cock into her mouth. I felt it hot, determined. But I wanted more.

—Wait —I told her—. Make me come with the other toy, the one we bought in that shop in Gandía. And tell me you’re doing it to him.

Her eyes were shining. She opened the bedside drawer, took out the silicone sleeve and the warming lubricant, and spread it all over me with a slowness that drove me wild. Then she fitted my cock into that mold and started working it, soft and rhythmic, up and down.

—What a cock you’ve got, Rubén —she said, playing along—. I’m going to eat it all, I’m going to get the last drop out of you. I’m taking advantage of the fact that you’ve come to see Gabriel and he’s not here. Don’t tell him anything, this will be our secret.

I’ll confess something I hadn’t dared admit until that night: I’d always had the fantasy of seeing Marisa with another man, younger, and enjoying watching her come over and over again. And Rubén, without knowing it, had become the star of it.

I was about to explode.

—Tell me that one day you’re going to fuck him —I begged her—. Now… I’m coming, I’m coming…

Marisa stopped her hand for a second and looked at me.

***

—Gabriel, I’m going to confess something —she said, suddenly serious—. Yes, I have liked it. And the grudge I have against Rubén isn’t for the reason you think.

—Then what? —I asked, still breathing hard.

—One day he came to the house when you weren’t here. He started talking to me about Noelia, about their problems in bed, and he began asking me what we do, whether I always come, what a woman likes. He wanted to learn for her. And while he was telling me, I noticed the bulge in his pants.

—And what did you do? —my voice barely came out.

—I told him he was getting hard, that he was getting me turned on. I wanted to hook up with him right there. But he turned me down, out of fear of you. Ever since then I can’t stand him, because he left me wanting.

That confession pushed me even closer to the edge. I kept masturbating with the toy while she spoke.

—Tell me that one of these days you’re going to fuck him —I begged—. Yes… I’m coming, I’m coming…

—Yes, come —she told me, speeding up her rhythm—, because if you want it and we both agree, I’ll fuck him. Just like tonight, when I imagined it was his cock inside me.

I finished with an intensity I hadn’t felt in years.

***

Afterward we stayed sitting on the bed, naked, talking like we hadn’t done in a very long time.

—Wouldn’t you really mind if it happened? —I asked her.

—Gabriel, how good it is that this subject has come up at our age —she replied—. I’d always considered that possibility. I don’t want us tied down by the stereotypes they hammer into our heads from childhood. But I was embarrassed to tell you, I didn’t know how you’d react. I love you, and I want you to be happy. If there’s a moment of pleasure with another person, why deny yourself? Of course, with a clear agreement between the two of us. Telling each other everything, with no secrets, only when the opportunity arises and we both agree.

—And with Rubén? —I insisted.

—With Rubén, yes —she said, smiling—. If we agree on it and fold it into what’s ours, I’d like that. Talk to him, test the waters. And if it works out, we could have a threesome. Even, if Noelia feels like joining in… even better.

I stayed looking at her in the dim light, discovering the woman I’d spent half my life with and yet had just gotten to know a little better. That night we didn’t close anything, but we opened a door neither of us intended to close again.