My wife, Marisol (38) and I, Peter (41) have been married for 12 years and we have been together for fifteen. Our life together is wonderful. I love her more today than I did the day I married her. We have what I consider to be a pretty normal sex life. Marisol is a 5'4" 110lbs. Latina with a petite frame, small breasts and a tight little ass. I am White, 6'1" 190lbs. with a typical dad bod.
Marisol played soccer throughout high school and college which accounts for her extremely fit body to this day. She had one boyfriend in high school for about a year and another in college that lasted for about a year and a half. We met at a mutual friends' birthday party when we were both in our mid 20s. She was and still is a head-turner. She has a Jessica Alba type look, especially with her eyes and lips.
About 6 months ago during foreplay, while stroking me, I mentioned how much of a turn-on it was for me to watch her head bob up and down. Just the visual image of this beautiful, albeit conservative wife and mother using her mouth in such an erotic way has always sent me into another realm of pure lust. Instead of moving down and giving me the blow job i was craving, she coyly asked, "what am I bobbing up and down on?"
Her playful and naughty query started precum to ooze from my now rock-hard dick. I let out a moan of pleasure that expressed how good her hand job felt. Her mouth was positioned directly next to my right ear as she stroked. She whispered, "am i sucking a nice, hard cock?" Within seconds, I exploded all over my stomach and her soft, brown hand. She commented something like, "well, that was fast!" What I realized later was, what really sent me over the edge was the fact that she whispered "a" cock and not "MY" cock.
For the next few days, my mind raced with images of her giving a blow job to another man. At first, I felt a little jealous that she might be wanting a cock other than mine. However, the more I thought about that happening, the more intrigued I became. The next time we had sex, I was on top of her and leaned down and said to her, "what is in your beautiful mouth tonight?"
Without any hesitation, she softly replied, "a big, thick cock." Her response immediately took me to the edge and I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach and small and firm tits. This soon became our routine. I would encourage her to become more and more descriptive of what she was doing with that "other" cock each time we had sex. As our pillow talk continued, Marisol's descriptions became more and more detailed. About a month or so ago, I got up the nerve to ask her if she would ever consider a MFM. Not surprisingly, she asked me if i was crazy. She said that our foreplay was just that...fantasy. She went on to ask why I would be interested in letting another guy touch my wife. I explained that it was hot to picture her being pleasured by another man and myself at the same time. She scoffed at the suggestion and wondered why I wouldn't be jealous if she let someone else touch her in a sexual way. I assured her that this was just role playing and a way to spice up our marriage. However, I was thinking about what it would be like to experience sharing my beautiful, loving, faithful wife with another man.
Last Saturday we decided to have her mom babysit the kids and have a romantic dinner and stay the night at a high end hotel in Santa Monica. We live in the suburbs of L.A. about a half hour away from the beach. A night away from our everyday grind is something we do once or twice a year and it serves as a fun way to treat ourselves and recharge our batteries. We checked into our hotel at around 5pm. The room was fantastic and the view of the Pacific was even better. After showering, Marisol put on a new form fitting little black dress and matching stilettos that showed off her curves and that fantastic ass. As we left the hotel and Ubered to the restaurant which was only about three blocks away, my beautiful wife held my hand and remarked how much she was looking forward to our date night.
We arrived at the restaurant at around 7:30. I ordered a bottle of her favorite Cabernet and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner in a romantic atmosphere. After dessert, we decided to walk back to our hotel and I suggested we have a nightcap in the lounge before going up to our room. When we got to the bar, I chose a small table in the corner. The place was busy but not overcrowded. There were no servers to be seen, so I went up to the bar and ordered Marisol a Mai Tai and a vodka soda for myself. My wife drinks Mai Tais whenever we travel to beach resorts, so that choice seemed appropriate. I got the drinks and left the tab open just in case we decided to have another round. When i got back to the table we talked about how nice it was to get away, even if it was only for the night. I told her how sexy she looked and asked her if she had noticed how many heads turned when we entered the bar and made our way to the table.
She said that she hadn't noticed but it would have been impossible not to see the older gentleman seated at the bar who looked her up and down as she walked past him. he was probably in his early 50s and looked looked to be the "country club" type of guy. While we were enjoying our drinks, she said, "oh! that man?" She was referring to the same man that i had mentioned. Of course it was that man! Marisol smiled and turned her head to get a closer look. She finished her drink and I asked if she wanted another. She agreed, asked if I was ready for one more. As I started to get up and she put her hand on mine and said, "I'll get em."
Marisol walked straight up to the bar and squeezed in between the older, distinguished gentleman and another couple who were seated next to him. She said something to the older man and he summoned the bartender. After she ordered our drinks, Marisol and the older gentleman seemed to have a polite conversation. He extended his hand to her and introduced himself. I could tell by the way she was speaking to him that she was feeling friendly from the wine and cocktail. When the drinks came, I saw the gentleman say something to the bartender to which my wife responded by touching the man on his forearm and and giving him a slight peck on his cheek. As she walked the drinks back to our table, she had a devilish grin that was sexy as hell. She told me that her new "friend" Ethan, insisted on buying our second round of drinks. After a couple of seconds, he looked over and raised his drink in our direction as to say "cheers." I raised my glass in return and nodded as a sign of gratitude. Ethan was fit, slightly taller than myself with salt and pepper hair and he was dressed like he just stepped out of a J. Crew catalogue.
I asked what they spoke about at the bar and she simply said, "just small talk." "Oh!" she added, "he also said that you were a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife." I smiled and said something like he is right about that. As Marisol and I were talking, I noticed the gentleman glancing over several times from his seat at the bar. I told her that her new friend couldn't take his eyes off her. She smiled and said, "maybe we should invite him to our table!?!" I'd be lying if i said I wasnt excited about her suggestion. My mind was racing about where this night might end up. The next time the man looked our way, I motioned for him to come and join is. He walked over introduced himself as Ethan and pulled up a third chair in between Marisol and myself. He told us that he was visiting from San Francisco for business and that this was his favorite hotel in L.A. We exchanged stories about what each of us did for work and what our plans were for the weekend.
My normally reserved Marisol told him that we were on a date night and that I was trying to get her drunk. He laughed and said, "excellent plan!" After several minutes, Marisol got up and told us she was going to the Ladies Room. Ethan stood up and said, "We'll be waiting!" My wife smiled at him and walked away. Ethan told me that Marisol was "one in a million"and I agreed. About a minute or so later my phone buzzed and I looked to see a text message from Marisol.
The text simply read, "what r u thinkin about?
I responded with, "u and Ethan"
Marisol replied seconds later with, "lmao! i knew it"
Ethan noticed my attention to my phone and asked if there was anything wrong. I told him it was just our babysitter checking in and letting is know everything is okay. When Marisol got back to the table, Ethan stood up and pulled out her chair for her. She said, "well, thank you. polite and handsome!" My wife then raised an eyebrow and made direct eye contact with me as if to say, "what do you think?" I just gave her a smile.
I then suggested we get one more drink and i would close out our tab. I went to the bar, got our drinks and signed the check. As I made my way back to the table, I saw that Ethan was gone. When I asked Marisol where he went, she told me that he went to the restroom and that he would be right back.
After an awkward silence for a few seconds my beautiful and slightly tipsy wife asked me, "where is this going? I mean, are you okay with him flirting with me?"
I responded by saying, "I am, but only if you are!"
She smiled looked down for a second and then said, "we will see." When Ethan returned, Marisol took the initiative by half-heartedly complaining that her new heels were killing her feet. She then suggested we take our drinks up to our room and finish them there.
Ethan eagerly responded, "that sounds like a great idea!" With that, the three of us got up from the table and with our drinks in hand walked to the elevators just off the lobby. When the elevator doors opened, Marisol slinked in first. I followed directly behind her and stood on her left side. Ethan, acting like a life long friend, stood close to her on the opposite side.
When the elevator doors closed, Marisol nervously interlaced her fingers with mine. I squeezed her hand tightly trying to reassure her that I was there for her. As the elevator ascended to the 11th floor, I noticed in the reflection from the shiny metal doors that Ethan had his arm around the small of my wife's back. When we arrived to our floor, Marisol released my hand and exited the elevator first and Ethan with his hand just above her ass, guided her out ofnthe elevator and down the hallway. As I followed the two of them, I noticed that Marisol's gate was unsteady. Maybe it was the alcohol, the high heels, or the fact that she liked Ethan's help in escorting her to our suite.
Once the three of us got into our room, my playful wife sat on the loveseat and took off those sexy but pesky high heels. I set my drink down on the coffee table and excused myself to use the restroom. As was taking a leak, my mind raced! Where was this going, I thought to myself. After a couple of minutes, as i was coming back into the sitting area, I heard Ethan saying, "you have the cutest little toes!" Ethan had joined my wife on the small sofa with his arm around her on top of the back rest.
Surprisingly, my wife giggled and thanked him for the compliment. Marisol thinks guys who have foot fetishes are odd but his comment didn't seem to bother her one little bit. On the contrary, she slowly uncrossed her legs and wiggled her toes to show off her fresh new pedicure. When my wife saw me she aksed, "don't you like my cute little toes, baby?"
I remarked to Ethan, "they look even better when they are on your shoulders."
