if wife sharing and voyeurism isn't your thing, then skip this story.
This is a story of how my wife of 30 years made the transition from the safe, sensible one, to being wild and adventurous for once, and helped me realise my longstanding fantasy of watching her take another man's cock.
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So here we are in our home from home, the Costa del Sol. I love Spain and I love the Spanish people and their way of life. So much of their time is spent outdoors together with friends and family. I say I love Spain, I love it in the winter when it is not infested by hoards of tourists and the heat isn't debilitating. Their cooler winter days can still be warmer though than most English summer days and that's why every year we spend three weeks or so there just before Christmas and another around March.
The warm weather, longer days and the relaxed outdoors culture always gives a massive boost to our sex life. My wife Amy almost never wears knickers or a bra and we seem randy a lot of the time. We seem to open up more about our sexual needs and fantasies more there also.
My biggest fantasy has always been wanting to watch Amy take another man's cock. I can't explain why this gives me such a kick, but it does and as the years have passed it seems to have grown in intensity for me every year.
Amy plays along with these fantasies and we have often role played her being with a big cocked stranger or her having a threesome with me and another man. She has always insisted though, that they will always remain fantasies and that nothing could ever happen in real life. This didn't surprise me as she had always described herself as the sensible one who stuck to the rules and never did anything wild or adventurous. She sometimes joked that when she was old she might look back and regret not taking a few risks or being more carefree.
As intense as my fantasies were, I tended to agree with her. I could never see any circumstances occuring when I would actually see her with someone else. At heart I am quite a jealous person and realise how lucky we are to have such a strong and loving relationship. But the nagging fantasy always seems to persist.
Linked to my 'other man sharing fantasy' was a game we had started playing while we were on holiday. We called it the 'who would you fuck?' game. Basically if we are somewhere with a lot of people around and we are in people watching mode, we ask each other a simple question: out of all the people here, if you were single with no strings attached, who would you fuck?
Obviously it works best in busy bars or beaches, but it can work anywhere. When we first played the game, I was surprised by the type of men that Amy would pick. If I had to describe her type, I would put them in the tall, well made, rugged category.
After each time we had played the game and later while we were fucking, my imagination would run riot. In my mind, it would be the rugged stranger thrusting in and out of her and emptying his balls into her, not me. Sometimes during sex, I would actually say things to her like: 'imagine it's that guy from the beach today, forcing his big cock into you,' which would soon have us both cuming hard.
I think it was about our second day of our most recent trip that this story really begins. We had just sat down in one of the bars in a busy plaza. The plaza had around five bars/restaurants within close proximity, all owned by different people. As we sat down we were greeted by the owner who took our order.
It was relatively quiet so when he brought us our drinks he stood chatting with us for ten minutes or so. His English was excellent and he asked us our names. He said he was called Marco and he was keen to learn where we were from, where we staying, etc. He told us he was originally from the town, but had only just bought the bar after living in Argentina for five years.
After our second drink with us sat very relaxing in the sun, I suggested that we play our 'who would you fuck?' game and I started scanning the various women in the square. Amy though didn't even have to think and she blurted out 'Marco' straight away. We both looked at each and burst out laughing at this.
I then looked more closely at Marco who was stood in front of the bar. He was around forty, tall, broad, with jet black hair and olive skin and I must admit quite handsome. 'Oh yes, I just bet you would' I said as I smirked at her.
'It's his eyes, he has the sexiest eyes' she said 'well that and a few other things' she added, laughing.
Marco came over and said that we looked to be having fun and sat down at our table. Amy's face coloured up and we both just looked at each other and laughed again. We then started chatting to him again. We talked about our travels and Marco had been to a lot of the places we had been so the conversation was easy.
We had been to Argentina the year before so were able to swap stories. Amy, being the most outgoing of us, seemed to be getting on with him very well. We must have been at the bar or about two hours before we left for home.
Later that night as I was fucking Amy from behind on the living room sofa, I said to her 'I bet you wish it was Marco behind you right now, forcing his big cock into you, ready to fill you up with his cum?'
'I wouldn't say no,' she said, playing along, 'you could watch him fucking me, making me cum and then pumping his big load into me.' Not long after that, Amy started to cum, followed shortly after, by me.
My mind then got to thinking and I got up and walked over to the little bedroom. With the door slightly cracked open, It offered a perfect view into the main living room.
'What are you doing?' she said.
'Just finding the right place to watch you fucking Marco from,' I said, 'can you see me from there?'
'Stop being a perv and get back here' she said. 'I'm not fucking Marco anywhere, and even if I wanted to, I don't think he'd have the slightest interest in me. He must be 10 years younger than me.'
'Could you see me though?' I said.
'No, it's too dark in there, but what's it matter? Just keep your little fantasy to yourself.'
'Well I think he'd jump at the chance to get into your knickers,' I said.
'Dream on,' she replied.
The next morning after breakfast we were deciding what we were going to do that day. I suggested a beach walk and then popping back to the plaza for a coffee before lunch.
'Why don't we play a little game? you go into Marco's bar on your own and I will sit inside the bar opposite. You can use your charm on him and I bet he'll be all over you. It'll be a fun and I'm sure you'd like to look into those sexy eyes again. That's if you dare?' I said.
Needless to say, she wasn't that impressed with my suggestion initially. After an hours walk along the beautiful promenade and a sit on the beach in the lovely sunshine, she had a change of heart.
'You know I can't stand a dare,' she said 'so I will get a coffee from Marcos, just to prove you wrong. And you're right, I will have the chance to look into those sexy eyes,' she added.
So a little later, Amy sat down on a table outside Marco's place and I took my position inside the bar opposite. I watched as Marco came straight to greet Amy and took her order. Again it was quiet so when he brought her coffee he sat down at the table chatting. I could almost sense the chemistry between them from across the plaza and watched Amy openly flirting with him.
After a while of Marco serving other customers and then returning to chat with Amy, I noticed he was now bringing her wine. I got a message from her saying that I might be right, he does seem a bit interested. After three glasses and more flirting I saw her walk into the small bar area. After about five minutes she came back outside and walked out of the plaza. I quickly paid my bill and left to join her.
Amy made me wait until we were home before saying anything. She looked nervous as she started and told me not to be cross with her as she thought things had got a little out of hand. I reassured her that it was my idea to play our little game so she had nothing to worry about.
As I had seen for myself, they had got on very well. Marco had asked where I was and when she told him I was away playing golf for the day. He had told her that if he had a gorgeous wife like me he wouldn't be leaving her to play golf.
He had convinced her to help him sample a new batch of house wine he had just been offered, which she said was really nice. The conversation had again flowed and she was enjoying being with someone different for a change.
After three glasses, with the wine going to her head a little, she had gone to pay her bill. He had said it was on the house as she had helped him sample the wine and had kept him entertained for the last couple of hours. 'And you don't charge your friends,' he added. She had said he must take something, to which he pointed to his right cheek and said 'what about a little kiss?'
Amy then pecked him on the cheek. He then pointed to the other cheek which she again kissed. He then pointed to his lips. After she had planted a small kiss on his lips, he pointed there again. This time it was a proper kiss which lasted a lot longer and she had felt his tongue inside her mouth. She had eagerly returned his kisses, but when he placed his hand over her right breast and squeezed it, she had pulled away with her face burning, which had made him laugh. Before she left though, he took hold of her phone and texted a message to himself from it, meaning they both now had each other's number.
I couldn't believe it and I don't think Amy could either. I asked her how was the kiss. She said it was very hot and she felt very horny if not a bit embarrassed, especially when she felt his hand on her breast. She said it was like a jolt of electricity surging through her with another man's hand feeling her there.
I then declared her the winner of the dare and pulled her towards me and kissed her. She responded immediately and we started pulling at each other's cloths. Our fucking seemed very intense and I suspected Marco might have been in the room for both of us. We even had a little giggle when I said 'well that was quick, I wonder why?'
A bit later she received a message from him saying that it he had enjoyed spending time with her today, especially the last bit and said if she was every 'abandoned' again, she should message him. We had a quick chat on how to respond. After a while she messaged him and said she had also enjoyed today and thanked him for his offer and she'd be in touch. It was suitably vague but positive.
Amy then asked the obvious question, 'Where are we going with this?'
