Aida and I have been married for over 8 years. We are both in our mid thirties. We don't have kids because my sperm count is low. My Doctor says it's impossible for us to have kids without doing a battery of tests and procedures. We were busy with our careers so we put that off. I am a pale guy of Irish decent. I could stand to lose a few pounds She is Latina, born in Central America. She came to America as a foreign exchange student when she was 16 and stayed here permanently. Aida is 5'2 with long brown hair. She has sexy light brown skin, large supple breasts and a great figure. My wife takes care of herself and loves exercising and is always going to the gym or jogging. I feel quite proud to have such a beautiful wife.
Our marriage is good, we don't have a lot of money but we get by. I would as a computer tech in a call center, she works for the county welfare department. Aida has a huge sex drive. We fuck almost every night. It's always hot and crazy. I have to say that even after 8 years of marriage we still fuck like newlyweds. I should just be satisfied with how things are but I have always had these fantasies of another man with my woman. Even before I met Aida.
So a year ago I brought up the idea to my wife.
"What are your fantasies?" I asked.
"Just fucking you is my fantasy, my reality." She replied
I was taken back by the response, but I carried on.
"The thought of another man hitting on you, flirting with you or getting you in bed turns me on." I stated.
I brought this up three times and every time I got shot down. One night after we had a few drinks and were in the middle of foreplay I brought it up one more time.
"For me you with another man is the hottest, sexiest thing I can imagine." I exclaimed.
"If I did that, then you would want to fuck another woman." Aida replied. "And that will never happen."
She grabbed my balls hard when she said this to make her point.
"This fantasy I have, has nothing to do with wanting other women, quite the opposite." I said in vane.
It was no use, she was not buying it. A few months had past and I would bring up the topic without success. One morning when we were having breakfast she was crying.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked.
"My accent is keeping me from advancing at work." She whimpered. "I applied for a promotion and they gave it to this woman who speaks perfect English."
"You speak fine baby." I countered. "I think your accent is very sexy. Perhaps I can try teaching you again?"
Since we have been married Aida has asked me to help improve her English. I admit I have not put the energy into it like she wishes.
"We have tried that so many times." She scorned. "You don't seem that interested in helping me with this. Please find me some sort of school or Speech Therapist that helps people lose their accent, this means a lot to me."
I did she asked. Speech therapists were out of our budget and there were no classes that offered this education where we lived. When I told her my results she was crying again.
"Go online." Aida demanded. "Maybe there is someone that will tutor me that we can afford."
That night after we had sex my mind wandered about what she asked me to do. And then it hit me. Perhaps I could find her a tutor who also might help me realize my fantasy. I began perusing the online classifieds. Lots of horny people out there. But no one really offering what Aida wanted. I decided to run a couple of online ads. I set up an email account just for this purpose. Placed ads under Barter and Strictly Platonic
personals. I titled the ad "Latina seeks English lessons." I did make it clear in the ad that she was married and would trade giving Spanish lessons to someone willing to help her lose her accent if they wanted. I put the ad in on a Friday night. We drove to my folks house for the weekend and relaxed there. Sunday evening when we got back, I figured I would check the emails. I was hoping there was some kind of response. I opened the in-box and I could not believe it. Forty replies to the ad. Half the ads were guys just wanting sex. Lots of penis pictures. Although this was my fantasy of finding a guy like this for her, this was too over the top. If she suspected I was setting her up for sex it would surely mess up our marriage. She would never trust me again. A couple of retired teachers responded, both over seventy years old. Not the right fit. Some other guys just wanted to teach her English, seemingly not looking for anything at all. Then there was Carl. He was in his mid 40's. Partners in an Engineering firm. Wife past away a few years ago from breast cancer. She was also Latina. Spoke three languages including Spanish. Owned a private jet. He had a photo attached. He was a good looking man.
The next morning I decided to write back. My wife and I work different schedules. She is out of the house by 7:30 am and home by six in the evening. I work afternoons and evening at the computer call center. I am a supervisor there but it's not exactly what I got a degree for. But it pays the bills. So that morning after Aida went to work I emailed Carl. I had to imply like it was her writing him, but not too specific in case someday he showed her the emails.
I wrote to Carl. Asked him some basic questions about where and when the tutoring would take place. I said evenings worked best. He responded right away and said evenings worked for him too and we could meet anywhere I felt comfortable. We could meet for coffee first if I liked.
I told Aida that evening. "I may have found a tutor for you."
Her eyes lit up, and she kissed me.
I said, "I will give these people your number and you can work out the details."
Of course only Carl would be calling, but if I said I picked one guy, she might be a little suspicious. I wrote back Carl and gave him my wife's phone number and asked him to call the next day
The next night when I came home from work I asked Aida if anyone contacted her.
"A man named Carl did." She answered.
She then told me all the stuff I already knew about him.
"He wants to meet for coffee tomorrow night if that is all-right." Aida asked
"Sure that sounds good, baby." I retorted.
That night I was harder than ever and we had great sex. The thought that this plan was really taking shape was a highly arousing.
The following evening at work my mind raced with the thoughts of my wife hanging out with another man. My wife almost on a blind date. In our eight years of marriage she never met with another man alone like this. It was hard to focus on my job. When I got home she was glowing.
"Carl and I talked for two hours, and he has already helped me with my accent." She exclaimed with enthusiasm. "Only problem is the coffee house is very noisy and its hard to concentrate there."
"Would it be ok if Carl came over here instead?" Aida asked sheepishly.
"Of course whatever makes it easier for you to learn." I replied.
Again that night we had amazing sex.
For the next month Carl came to the apartment and tutored my wife. I did not get off work until ten and he was always gone before I got home. One night our computers went down, and I got off early. When I got to the apartment, Carl was still there. It was a warm evening and the front door was open. I could here them from down the hall. She was laughing and practicing her English. They definitely become quite friendly together. I stayed outside for a few minutes but it all sounded innocent. I finally tapped on the screen door and came in. Carl got up to greet me. He was really tall, six two. I am five eight. He gave me a very firm handshake.
