Wife Fucs the Spanish Waiter

She was just naturally shy, kind of introverted, and sexually conservative, like many housewives who had not been out of the house for years. When we planned our trip to Europe, she was excited but also nervous about all the new experiences. I could see the excitement in her eyes as we boarded the plane, and I could also see her nervousness as we took our seats.

"It's so big," she said as she looked around the plane at the other people and the number of seats. When we arrived in Madrid we got our bags and took a taxi to our hotel. That night we found a fancy restaurant and we're escorted to our table by a waiter in tuxedo. He was very handsome and let Claire take his arm as he walked us to our seats. He held the chair for Claire, then he helped me with mine.

Throughout dinner he was especially attentive to Claire and seemed to take her in hungrily each time he looked in her direction. He had a way about him that seemed to be undressing the women as he gazed at them, and with Claire his eyes lingered on her for the longest time whenever he spoke to her, which was each time he approached our table.

"That waiter is flirting with you,"I said after he had left our desserts in front of us. She blushed, but said he was only being a good waiter. I shook my head and said he wanted some time alone with her.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "There are so many beautiful women in here, he wouldn't notice me if we weren't paying big bucks to eat food that has been prepared by fine chefs and is more expensive than the clothes we are wearing."

"But he's not interested in your clothes. He wants to get you out of yours," I teased. She shook her head and disagreed, saying I was being silly, even laughing at me for saying so. Although I was teasing her, it was still clean he had eyes for my wife, and frankly the thought gave me a little charge, made me think of what it would be like to share her with another man.

It had been a fantasy of mine at one time, but daily life and the rigors of married life made them fade. Now with the waiter so obviously flirting with Claire they came back and I smiled to myself as I thought about those old feelings. What would I do if the opportunity came along on this trip? Would I tell her to go for it, to fuck someone and enjoy herself? I pictured her fucking him and the image of him pushing his European cock into her was exciting.As we left the restaurant I asked what she thought of him. "He's very handsome," she said, "but he wouldn't be interested in an old American lady like me."

"Don't be so sure," I said. "He was undressing you with his eyes all night during dinner. I bet he goes home and beats off to thoughts of that old American lady in the powder blue dress," I said. She scoffed and poked me in the arm

Two nights later we ended up back at the same restaurant. When I suggested it she jumped at the chance and I am sure he had something to do with that. When he saw us his eyes lit up and he came quickly to our table, even though it was not his station. He came back again before we left and handed Claire a card. On it were his name and a phone number, along with a short message: If you need help on your trip, call me. I can be of service. Juan.

On the way back to the hotel we talked about and agreed to call him and ask about some travel information that wasn't clear to us, some things about the city. I could see in her eyes more interest than simply asking about travel questions and advice about Madrid. It was also clear that she was excited about seeing him again, although she tried to sound nonchalant about his coming over.

When we heard his knock at our door she jumped up like the queen had just arrived. When she opened the door he stood looking at her, once again undressing with his eyes. "Goode evening," he said with his Spanish accent. "You look beautiful," he said, then he glanced up at me and came forward to shake my hand. "Good to see you again. I am so glad you called me."

Claire had tried to act casual, but she had once again put on her sexy blue dress and spent forty minutes in the bathroom getting ready for him to arrive. By the time he got there she looked incredible. We sat and talked about Madrid and his family, and the time flew by. Before we knew it it was midnight. He asked if we would like him to take us to a nightclub in the city the next night. Claire was obviously interested, although she tried to sound as though she wasn't, but I could see it easily enough. He picked us up in a very expensive, very elegant car the next night and because the backseat was filled with a large duffle bag, I sat in back and she sat in front with Juan.

The club had a floor show and afterwards we went into the dance hall. We ordered drinks and listened to music for a while, then he asked Claire to dance. She looked at me, hopefully, and I nodded and encouraged her to dance with him. After a brief hesitation, she took his hand and walked out on the dance floor. The first few dances were fast ones, then finally there came a slow, sexy number that had her melting into his arms. She put her head on his chest and they moved sensuously around the floor. They danced two slow numbers, then when music stopped he leaned in and kissed her.

She was obviously surprised by the kiss, but she finally raised up on her toes and kissed him back. At the table he apologized to me for kissing my wife, but I told him that by her reaction she enjoyed it and was glad he did. "My wife is very taken by you," I said.

"Taken?" he asked.

"That means she likes you," I said. She blushed and didn't say a word. Then I surprised myself when I said, "Could you have her back before the sun comes up?" She simply sat quietly while he said he would love to show her Madrid. I got up, told them to enjoy themselves, and leaned close to Claire's ear. "Whatever happens in Madrid, stays in Madrid," i whispered. "Do you understand?"

"I think so," she said.

"Enjoy yourself, baby. Whatever you feel like doing is all right with me," I said. "Anything!" Then I left and went to find a taxi. I hadn't asked her about it before, but it was clear, even though she was uncomfortable, she still wanted to stay with him. I hoped she got the message.

On the way back to the hotel the old feelings of excitement came back as I thought about Claire and Juan out on the town in the Spanish capital city. If he would kiss her when I was right there, I was sure he'd do more when they were alone. Would she fuck him. I was actually hoping for that. Whatever the reason, I really wanted her to spread her legs for our Spanish friend. I genuinely hoped she would let herself go and enjoy him like I knew she wanted to. Shy and conservative, I knew there was a tigress inside of her struggling to get out.

I did not see her again until nearly one that morning. As she stood at the foot of the bed it was clear she had relaxed and let her inhibitions go. "Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked. Her smile said she had, it told me she had believed what I said and did what she really wanted to do. It was clear she had fucked our waiter. My wife had had sex with another man with my consent, and I was pleased and grateful she had.

"Would you tell me about it?" I asked. She was silent for a minute, then she nodded.

"If you want," she said quietly. "It was so exciting. Thank you,"she said. Then she began telling about her evening. She said as he drove he put his hand on her knee. He then asked her what I had told before I left. She told him I said to do whatever she wanted to. He asked her what whatever meant. She told him it meant she could fuck him if she wanted. He asked if she wanted to and she said she just nodded and smiled.

She let him play with her pussy as he drove, then at his apartment he undressed her in his living room and carried her to his bed. She said they fucked and she had no idea for how long. Time just flew by and before she knew it they had to leave to get her back in time.

"I'm sorry,"I said. "I should have let you spend the night. Do you want a whole night. Maybe tomorrow?" I said. She smiled and nodded.

"I would," she said. "I would like that. Would you mind?" I told her it was fine. We only had a few days left in Spain, so she needed to take advantage of whatever she could to be with him.

"Fuck him all night," I said.

We left Spain the day after she spent the night with Juan at the hotel close to his apartment. She described everything he did to her and I listened intently as she described the incredible sex they had overlooking the city of Madrid. They fucked slowly as they watched the lights of the city spread out in front of them.

The trip has changed my wife into a more confident, assertive woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid to work to get it. Is Juan the only man besides me she has slept with? Well that is another story. Stay tuned.