More Introduction Pt 00

Nina, my wife, is 33 years old. Her skin has this gentle golden tone, and her curly hair, a shade of light chestnut that flirts with hints of auburn under the sun, makes her look like she just stepped out of a Renaissance painting. With her Afro-European heritage, she's got features that, as far as I'm concerned, border on pure perfection.

She's a woman with character, that's for sure. A certain je ne sais quoi about her means only the boldest or most confident men would dare approach her. Usually in Nike Airs instead of heels, but when she does slip those on, my entire universe comes to a halt.

And her smile... are there even words in the English language--hell, in any language--that can capture what that smile does to me? The first time I saw the corners of her lips pull up, those perfect dimples framing her mouth, I was totally hypnotized. A wave of warmth rolled from my chest all the way to my fingertips. That smile--playful, painted in bright red lipstick, covering full, inviting lips--it's the kind that just begs to be kissed.

And there's something about her, maybe the way her extreme femininity mixes with a touch of "masculine" strength. Years of working out have given her a solid, slightly square back and shoulders. Her face can sometimes look closed-off, shaped by experiences that weren't always bright and cheerful. In short, I love everything about this woman. I love her, just as she is.

Over the years, her smile has never stopped being a source of joy for me. Making my partners happy, helping them feel fulfilled, has always been important to me. And with Nina, it's no different--I want her to feel as amazing as possible, to have the freedom to thrive. There's no way to describe what it feels like when I see her peaceful, genuinely happy.

In the bedroom? We have our fun. Since the first time (which, let me tell you, took some patience), she's been a go-getter, and that's something I adore. We clicked pretty quickly. We were open about (some of) our fantasies early on, including the idea of a threesome with another man. But somehow, the right moment just never showed up. Our little explorations on those well-known swinger sites? Didn't really lead anywhere. There was always something that held us back or made us decide to put things off.

If I'm being honest with you, I've had fantasies that go well beyond a simple threesome. One of them is something called *candaulism*. It's kind of crazy, I know--imagining another man, his body, even his...well, everything, with the woman you love, even if it's just for a fleeting moment. There's a strange, undeniable allure to it, maybe fueled by curiosity or the pleasure of seeing your partner experience something new, something that brings her joy.

I don't have that ego that insists I must be the only one to bring her pleasure. And really, isn't that a little unrealistic? Why deny ourselves the sight of another man--a strong, solid, sizeable one--giving her a unique experience, one that's bound to be different, maybe even better in its own way?

I've found myself imagining different types of partners (older, younger, athletic, or not so much) who could give her pleasure right in front of me or maybe even without me there. I'll admit, these imagined men all have one thing in common: they're more...well, they're bigger than me, physically speaking.

Of course, I think that's a pretty standard part of the male fantasy. In my experience, women (at least the ones I know and have known, forgive the generalization for my potentially woman-readers - if any) seek out a connection first and foremost, even if it has to come with a bit of physical attraction.

Nina's body also works differently than other women I've known. With most, through either vaginal or clitoral stimulation, I could always get my partner to orgasm at some point. With her, it's different. I haven't yet managed to bring Nina to climax on my own--without some help from toys, that is. I can get her close, yes, but not all the way. She's only ever had a true climax once in her life. But, as I understand, that's actually common for a lot of women. Using toys? No problem at all.

She also the first one who didn't make any complimentary on my cock. I could honestly say that i have a nice cock, quite large but not specially long (about 6.5 inches). And my ex-girlfriends always told me i am large. But with her, especially when I am inside her, i quickly feel I am entering in a "empty" pussy. Well i guess she could take largely more than mine...

What she truly craves is deep, strong, powerful, and lasting penetration. She loves that sense of letting go, feeling that her man is taking full possession of her body, when she fully surrenders herself. If we're talking equipment, I'm fortunate enough to fit the bill in terms of what she needs (and yes, that matters to her), but in reality, it's still hit or miss. I know there are times she wishes it could last just a little longer...

My name's Amir, I'm 31.

We're on vacation in southern Spain, and that's where we meet Alex and Joan, a couple of guys who live near the town we're staying in, here with their friend David...

These guys are all fit as hell, chiseled bodies, and a bit older than us, somewhere between 43 and 46. They invite us to join them for a game of volleyball on the beach, and we hit it off right away. After the game, we lie back on our towels, and they suggest grabbing a drink together that evening (Thursday night). We swap numbers, and sure enough, we end up having a great night together.

A few drinks in, and my stereotypical assumptions about the gay community start to feel confirmed. They're so open in how they talk, no filter when it comes to sex and their experiences. They cover just about everything, and by the end of the night, we've got a pretty solid idea of their past partners, preferences, and we can even guess the size of their...well, you get the picture. During all this, I sneak glances at Nina from time to time, curious about what's running through her mind. But I can't quite decipher her expression...

Anyway, back to our new friends. We end up spending a second night with them, this time at the house they're renting. That's when they tell us that we're lucky to have met them at the main "tourist" beach because normally, they prefer a secluded, nudist cove that only a few regulars know about. Thanks to the rum, they suggest we all go there together, and we agree. Nina feels safe with them (they've always been respectful, and honestly, they seem more interested in me than her), and I start to sense this little game of seduction between...