Sharing Sarah
"Do you actually think you could watch me with someone else?" asked my wife Sarah as conflicting emotions of jealousy and arousal churned inside of me. I nodded my head to confirm.
After being married for two years to the woman of my dreams, I finally confided my darkest fantasy to my wife that I wanted to watch her with someone else. Her reaction was not the disgust or immediate rejection I had expected. In fact, a curious and naughty smirk came over her face as we discussed the fantasy at length.
She told me that the confession did not come as a complete surprise. My favorite thing in bed was for Sarah to share her previous sexual experiences while we were making love. I had a catalogue of vivid images in my mind that coupled to the stories she would tell. To be inside of her while turning the words of her experience into a scene in my head always caused an immediate and powerful orgasm. But she knew I wanted more.
I wanted to be there and watch as her sexy body was enjoyed by someone else. The voyeur in me became excited at the thought every time. For years the fantasy was just that, a fantasy, and I never truly expected it to come true.
Then came our fifth anniversary when I planned a five-day trip to a Mexican resort called Unico. Unico was an amazing resort and we had an private suite with a water view. I love taking Sarah to Mexico because she always wears skimpy bikinis and stays tipsy, and frisky, for the entire trip. I had not idea how unbelievable this trip would be.
Our suite also included poolside cabana with a cushioned queen sized bed facing the ocean. As soon as we could get unpacked we hit the beach and came back to the pool to lay in the cabana bed. We sipped Margaritas in the sun while we let the sound of the breaking waves soothe all our normal life stress away. In just two margaritas all our worries were forgotten.
About this time a new server came to the cabana and introduced himself. His name was Marco, and he was a college student from central Mexico that was working in the resort to save money for school. His polite manners and cordial demeanor helped to put us further as ease. Marco spoke perfect English with a panty-dropper accent as Sarah later described it. His wavy, black hair, chiseled physique and classic features were the perfect package for the service industry.
After Marco walked away for the first time Sarah made a comment about how hot he was. She went on to make a joke about getting drunk because she wanted Marco to bring her margaritas over and over again.
"Why don't you give him a treat when he comes back for the next one?" I asked.
"What do you have in mind?" Sarah asked devilishly.
"Move your bottoms to the side and let him see you. You know how much it would turn me on!" Sarah laughed off the suggestion and laid her head back down to enjoy the sun.
Marco brought two more margaritas, but the trips were uneventful and my excitement waned.
