How I Became Sancho Pancho

How I became Sancho Pancho

"It is true saying that a man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him."

Miguel de Cervantes - from the book "Don Quixote", by the character "Sancho Pancho"

How much salt did I eat from my friend and knight.

Opening - a really genius idea

I love my wife, Asley. she loves me back, but after 7 years of marriage, the wear and tear are already taking its toll. Asley is exhausted after a long day at work and after doing the house chores, so the frequency of intercourse has deteriorated greatly. The sporty and energetic Asley I married has gained some weight over the years, and at night she just falls into bed drained of energy. My attempts to create intimacy were dismissed by her with a yawn and a blank and empty promise that tomorrow she has an easier day so maybe it would be more appropriate.

Not all couples are like this. My friend - Nate - is completely different. It's really hard for me to meet Nate because every time I suggest a friend's night out or even a couple's night out with our women, he rejects me with a smile, hinting that he's going to have a rough night tonight. How does it work for him? Even when we were young students, and we shared a shared apartment, his nights were rough. Sometimes too rough. He would have sex with his girlfriend, and sometimes other girls, until the wee hours of the night. The walls in the apartment were thin and I felt like the fucking was right in my room. He didn't stop until I banged on the (thin) drywall and begged him to gut it off, because there was an important test tomorrow. His sexual energy was always at the ceiling and sometimes I even teased him about it. He smiled shyly and admitted that he was a sex addicted and that wasn't going to change.

It really hasn't changed, and that's what gave me the brilliant idea - to use him and his wife Beth, to sexually arouse my wife, and show her that married life and passionate sex can coexist.

As a gift for Nate's birthday, I booked a two-room apartment near a lovely nature reserve. One room for Nate and Beth, and one for me and Asley. I chose the apartment carefully, after making sure that the wall between the rooms was extremely thin drywall and that you could hear everything through it.

In the evening, all four of us went down on two bottles of wine before we dispersed to our rooms. Then the magic began. Just as I had expected, Nate started his show, the sounds from the next room left no room for imagination. The wine, the vacation, the vital sex sounds from the other room, everything worked like clockwork. Asley became horny like I hadn't seen her in a long time and started to mount me on her own initiative. We had a great sex and I fell asleep Exhausted and satisfied. I woke up from Asley's aggressive elbows into her angry gaze. I looked at the clock. It was 3 am and the "party" in the next room was still in full swing. "Okay. Alright. I'll ask him to stop," I said to Asley from half-asleep as I got out of bed.

"Nothing's is right. Go wash your face, I want to talk to you seriously."

"Do you hear that?" she asked when I returned. "I've never experienced anything like this. He's been fucking her for 5 hours. I've lost count of how many times she's come. I really tried to count. But I'm already confused. It's something I read about and thought was just a myth - a series of orgasms - it turns out there is such a thing. I want it! At least once in my life."

"I can try my love," I replied confused. "What else can I do?"

"You can talk to him," she replied.

"With who?" I asked.

"With Nate. Your friend," she replied.

"What?! Talk to him about what?"

"Tell him the truth. That your wife wants... no... that your wife asks, that he take care of her too. Once. I'll be his wife for one night."

"What?! Are you normal?"

"I'm very normal. What's not normal is that I've never had two orgasms in one night. Not even two in a week. That's what's not normal. The fact that I've only had sex with two men my whole life is what's not normal. So now, if you want a normal woman, and if you want to stay married to me, you'll go to your friend and ask him. Because if not, I'm going to look for someone just like him on my own, and I don't care if it takes 5 or 10 or 100 tries until I find a man who will make me, for once in my life, experience a series of orgasms. Someone who will make my legs shake, who will make me truly enjoy sex. Who will fuck my body and mind like Nate fucks Beth every night."

"Every night," She repeated herself, this time in a sad whisper.

My heart went out to her. What could I say? "I'll talk to him," I promised.

She raised her head and a glimmer of hope lit up in her eyes. "Really?, you'll do this for me?"

"Yes. You deserve to be happy. I'll talk to him."

I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth. She smiled lovingly as on the other side of the wall Beth came screaming once again.

"Do you want to have sex now too?" I suggested.

She considered the idea for a second and then replied, "Just talk to him tomorrow," then turned to her side of the bed and covered her ears with her hands.

I couldn't fall asleep until morning. How do you sleep when you're trying to figure out how to ask your friend to fuck your wife? The sounds of fucking from the next room didn't help either.

How my brilliant plan, to turn my wife on and get her horny, had turned on its head.

The request

The next day at breakfast at the B&B, my wife devoured him with her eyes. She literally stared at his butt when he stood by the omelet stand, and even stole glances at his crotch when she thought he wasn't paying attention. In general, she behaved like a teenage girl in love, blushing when he looked at her and giggling at everything he said.

When I was left alone with Nate, I still didn't know how to start the conversation. Luckily, he was the one who opened the door for me.

"What's going on with Asley? She's been acting strange today."

"Yes. I actually wanted to talk to you about it," I took the opportunity, "She won't sleep tonight because of the noises..."

"The noises from our room," Nate interrupted me, "Actually, she's right, I apologize for disturbing your sleep."

"Yes. No. That's not exactly it," I argued with myself, "It's actually made her horny."

"Well, then it worked out well for you," Nate grinned and patted my shoulder in a friendly way.

"No. Not really. It made her horny for you," I blurted out quickly, as if to get rid of the humiliating words I had to say. Nate was silent. I had to continue, "She wants a night with you."

"And what do you want?" Nate asked.

"I want her to be happy, and if it's just one night of debauchery, then at least it's with you. Someone safe. Who won't hurt her."

Nate was silent. We both were. An awkward moment. Finally, Nate came to his senses and answered. "Pal, that flatters me, but there are a few problems. First of all, and don't get me wrong, Asley is not my type. Maybe once, but certainly not today with her... current figure. Then there's my wife. I won't lie to you. This isn't the first time I've been asked to provide such a service. Many of Beth's friends have asked her for something similar, and Beth and I agreed. But it was always with Beth's knowledge, with her consent, and even on Beth's initiative. Never behind her back. So, for this to happen, you'll have to get her consent."

What a relief. It was clear to me that when Asley will hear this, she would be completely pissed off. I was saved. "Okay, man, I'll talk to Asley and get back to you. I'm sure I'll talk her out of this idea. It's really a crazy idea. Sorry you had to have such a crazy conversation."

"No problem," Nate said and patted my shoulder, "This is the age when they go a little crazy."

I returned to the room with a great sense of relief. Asley pounced on me as soon as I entered. "Well, did you talk to him? What did he say?"

"Asley, he said he was very flattered that you were thinking of him, but you aren't his type."

Her face darkened. She was silent for a long time. "Is that what he said? Tell me exactly what he said."

"Yes. That's what he said, that your figure isn't what it used to be."

"He's right," Asleyh said, especially to herself, "I really neglected myself. What else did he say?" she asked me.

"He said that Beth consent should be obtained."

"Then ask her," she said with uncharacteristic firmness, "do what's necessary. Make it happen. This is what I want. No. This is what I need. You are my husband. Get it for me." "And what about your figure?" I asked hesitantly.

"I'll take care of it. You talk to her. That's your mission. I don't want to hear no."

Asley's transformation

In the days that followed, Asley changed. She got up at the crack of dawn and went for a run every morning for an hour before work. After work, she went straight to fitness classes, spinning, CrossFit, kickboxing, everything. Sometimes even two classes in a row.

Her diet also changed completely. "When did you start eating meat with every meal?" I asked her.

"It's important for building muscle and mass."

"How do you suddenly understand these things?"

"Nate told me that." she blurted out.

"When did you talk to him about it?"

"We corresponded." she answered tersely and didn't elaborate.

It was almost a military operation to gain access to her phone, because she had been guarding it jealously lately. I rescued it from her while she was sleeping, but then it turned out that she had changed the password. I tried all her familiar passwords from the past, but to no avail. I started trying all sorts of combinations. In the end, it worked. The new password was the name of a familiar person, "Nate"

Excitedly, I opened the chat with him and scrolled to the beginning. The first correspondence was from her. From the day after our conversation:

[Asley: I understand that I'm not worth fucking]

[Nate: Do you think you're worth fucking?]

[Asley: No (blushing smiley).]

[Nate: But you used to be]

[Asley: I'll be worth it again. For you]

A few days later she sent a picture of herself in gym clothes at the gym.

[Working on my figure] she wrote, [For you] she added. He didn't answer.

A week later, another picture in gym clothes. This time, more revealing

[Asley: Worth fucking already?]

[Nate: Send a picture in a bra and panties and I'll check]

After two hours she sent him a picture of herself in our bathroom in a bra and panties.

The answer came only in the morning and included one word "no".

After two hours he bothered to add [And wear normal panties and a bra. You look like my grandmother]

[Asley: Yes, sir (smiley salutes)]

Two days later, a revealing set of pictures of her in a new and sexy set of underwear.

[Nate: Getting better. Work on your butt, it's sagging. And eat much more meat to build your gluteus mussels]

She didn't reply but the next day she attached a video of herself in the gym doing deadlifts and squats.

In response, Nate gave her a thumbs up.

The next picture was again with a new and daring set of underwear that included a black thong. She had never worn a thong. At the bottom of the picture, she added a caption.

[Asley: I think I'm already worth fucking]

[Nate: Who decides if you're worth fucking?]

[Asley: You]

[Asley: And what do you decide? (Emoticon of clasped hands pleading)]

I read his answer that was given only this evening, a few hours ago, and my heart dropped to my underwear.

[Nate: Okay. Tell him it's time for him to ask for Beth's approval]

Beth's Conditions

The next day, Asley came back from the gym with peak energy. She was dressed in minimal sportswear and I was really embarrassed that men in the gym saw her like this and drooled over her. I overcome my feeling and I flattered her. "You look amazing." She had no time or patience for my compliments.

"Okay. Listen. You need to talk to Beth. You've been putting it off for too long. I understand that it's hard for you to ask her this, but that's the price if you want to keep me happy and our marriage. So come on. Get out of your comfort zone and start taking action. Look how I got out of my comfort zone for him," she said, pointing to her sweaty, sexy body.

The next day, I schedule a meeting with Beth. I told her it had to do with Asley and that I needed to talk to her in private. We met in a cafe and sat at a distant, isolated table.

"What's the matter?" she approached directly.

"It's about Asley," I said.

"I already understand that. What about Asley?"

"She heard you and Nate at that night in the B&B. She wants to experience what you experienced. At least once in her life."

She smiled. "Did you talk to Nate about it?"

"Yes. He told me to talk to you. To ask you."

"So, it's up to me," Beth smiled and a glint of mischief came into her eyes.

"Basically yes," I replied.

"And what will I get out of it?" she asked mischievously. "What do I get out of letting my cheating husband pleasure your wife and give her a good time?" I shrugged. "If. If I agree. I want you to give me a good time at the same time my husband is doing your wife."

I didn't expect that. "Wow. You surprise me. I never cheated on Asley, but she ordered me to agree to everything you ask, so I probably have her consent to sleep with you."

Beth burst out laughing. "You idiot. You thought I wanted you to fuck me. It's hilarious. Believe me, the last thing I need is your little dick. When I said good time, I meant you taking me out to a fancy restaurant, ordering me whatever I wanted, open the door for me, move my chair, carry my purse. Everything. I want to feel like a queen."

I nodded in agreement, "Like I said. I will do what is necessary."

She held out her hand to me in a strange way. I shook it. "Not only are you a wimp, you're also an idiot," she giggled and held out her hand again. This time I understood. I took her hand and kissed it. The way you kiss the hand of a real queen. She gave me a penetrating gaze. The kind that tests whether I understood the relationship set that had been created here. "Good boy," she said, got up and left.

"Well," Asley asked me when I get back home, "did she agree?"

"Yes. She agreed, but she wants me to..."

"I don't care what she wants from you," she interrupted me with uncharacteristic rudeness. "Do whatever she wants and do it well, make sure she's happy. Kapish?"

'A knight without love is like a tree without leaves'

The big day arrived. They didn't even book a hotel room. They decided that she would just come to his house and at that time I would take Beth out for dinner. Asley was overcome with excitement. She took a day off work, made an appointment with a beautician and a hairdresser and shaved her entire body in his honor. In the evening, she wore a tight, slightly transparent dress that highlighted the body that had been shaped with so much effort. Underneath she wore her sexy black underwear set.

I drove her to his house and when we arrived, she simply burst out of the car in a storm and ran enthusiastically towards the house. It was only on the doorstep that she remembered me, turned around and spoke in a voice I didn't recognize, "Behave well, spoile Beth, so that she will be completely satisfied. For once in your life, do something right!"

I wanted to protest and say that I was doing a lot of things right, but I felt that this was not the time and place to argue, so I simply replied, "Yes, my love."

She looked at me coldly, "Today I'm not your love one. Today Nate will love me. Or not. The main thing is that he fucks me. That's what matters." She turned and went into their house.

After a few minutes, Beth came out. She also looked dapper and elegant. I went to open the door for her and she got into the car with great ceremony. "Your wife looks so put-together today, she's really dressed up, but it's completely unnecessary, believe me. In 20 minutes, she'll already be naked and sweaty with her hair loose and all her makeup smeared." I remained silence. "But it won't bather her," Beth added in a charming voice, "Because she'll have a big, smudged smile spread all across her face."

Again, I was silent. I didn't know how to respond to such a nasty remark. "Come on, let's go, I've reserved us a table at a chef's restaurant. Let's hurry so they don't give away our table."

In the restaurant, Beth behaved with deliberate and excessive extravagance. She ordered all the starters, "I want to taste everything," and for the main course she ordered the most expensive dish of Wagyu steak. She also ordered a bottle of wine, but that didn't stop her from ordering the house cocktail as well, "It's okey to be a little drunk when your husband is fucking another girl, isn't it?" I couldn't argue with that. To balance the bill a little, I ordered only a green salad and settled for tap water.

"What's wrong? Don't you have an appetite? Does it make you sick to eat when your wife is having sex? It's hurtful, insulting and humiliating, but I'm used to it. You'll get used to it too."

"It's a one-time thing." I snapped "This is our deal."

Beth burst out laughing loudly. "You're so cute. So innocent and naïve. Do you think Asley will be satisfied with just one night with him? Tonight, her life changes. She won't be able to live without it anymore. I know. I can't either. He cheats on me constantly and fucks all the time, most of it with my knowledge, but even without it. He's a chronic miser and never spends a dime on me. It seems that God blessed him with amazing cock just so he doesn't have to take a girl out and spend money on her. He's only generous with his cock. But this is exactly where you come into the picture. You make a good living and have the resources to pamper me and provide me with everything that Nate lacks."

She signaled the waiter and ordered another cocktail. Oh, and pack me another wagyu steak for takeaway. "Aren't you full?" I asked.

"Of course I am full. What do I look like to you? It's for Nate. He's always hungry after he fucks." Suddenly she burst into a loud, cruel laugh.

"What happened now?" I asked.

"Now that you're buying him a steak after he fucks Asley, that stingy guy won't stop fucking her. Even if she's a bad fuck, he'll fuck her just for the steak." She continued to laugh non-stop, especially when the waiter came back with the wrapped steak.

When we got back to their house, I parked and went to open the door for Beth. "don't just stand here. Take the takeaway and come up to the apartment with me." I followed her with her purse in one hand and the takeaway in the other. Before we entered the door, she turned to me and said, "It's fun having someone who carries my stuff. A real personal tool carrier. You're my personal Sancho Pancho."

Without waiting for a response, she opened the door. When we entered the apartment, I froze. Asley's moans and groans filled the space clearly and tangibly. Beth wasn't thrilled by this, "Come in, put his steak on the pan and cover it with a plate so it doesn't get cold. I'm going to change clothes, in the meantime, make him some side dish. Maybe there are potatoes, and if not, then boil some water for pasta."

I went to the kitchen and started looking for the products. In the meantime, the moans got louder and turned into real screams. I found the potatoes, washed them and started peeling them, the screams turned into shouts. "Yes, yes, hard, hard, I'm coming, I'm coming." It's hard to peel potatoes like that, especially when you're making it for the man who's fucking your wife.

"I see you've found your place," Beth whispered into my ear. I turned around and saw that she had changed into a nightgown. "When you're done cooking, come and keep me company in the living room."