My wife and I have been married for two years and we get along incredibly well. However, our sex life, even with our recent marriage, has cooled down a bit.
Since the time we were dating, once we had more intimacy and trust in each other, I decided to tell her about a fantasy that I've always had inside of me, of seeing my wife fucking another man.
Mary was always quite reluctant with this idea, she found it interesting to imagine the whole situation, but she was always cautious and did not see herself fulfilling, in fact, this fantasy.
However, once our sex life was at a bit of a standstill, I noticed that Mary was sexually sensitive, being skin-deep horny to any provocation.
Mary was thirty years old, 4'11" tall, with small breasts, a spectacular body, and a big ass that drew attention in every pair of pants she wore.
At that time, she was working as an interior designer for a furniture store in an upscale mall in the city. It all started on a Wednesday night, after dinner, we were on the sofa watching a series, but I noticed that Mary was always looking at her cell phone, always smiling while using it.
Curious, I asked her what was going on that was so funny, and she told me that she was talking to an architect who designed projects for the store, and that he was always very funny, but that he was the architect who had the best projects in the store.
Seeing that she was more focused on talking to him than watching the show, I started to get more curious about this "relationship".
After more than thirty minutes and she was still focused on WhatsApp with the architect, I decided to ask her if this architect worked a lot with her.
Apparently, the question surprised you, but you replied that yes, that almost all of his projects, he chose her to accompany.
I reacted provocatively to the response with "hmmm" and laughed. Getting to know me and noticing that I started to pay more attention, Mary asked me if she could tell me something but that she was afraid I would be bothered by something.
I immediately replied no, that I could count on not having any problems.
Trying to hide the smile on her face, Mary commented that she always worked with him and that the other women who worked with her were jealous because, in addition to being good projects, they all thought this architect was handsome and hot.
Since Mary had never brought up a subject like this before, my naughty side automatically surfaced, and as a natural reaction, I smiled at her comment, and immediately asked her: and you, do you also think he's cute and hot?
Mary blushed instantly but, even embarrassed, she replied that yes, she thought he was hot but that I didn't need to worry about cause there was nothing much in the relationship between them.
Growing more and more curious, I asked her to show me the architect's Instagram profile.
As soon as she showed me his Instagram, I noticed that she was apprehensive because as soon as she started showing his feed, practically all of his photos had her like.
As soon as I noticed that, I made a comment to her and she was all embarrassed!
As I was internally loving everything, I made it clear to her that she shouldn't worry because it was ok!
Noticing that she was getting a little more comfortable, I took advantage of the situation to instigate Mary and commented that I was sure he hit on her.
She tried to avoid it, so I proposed something unusual for her, that she post a photo on her Instagram stories on the beach in a bikini that I took the last time we traveled.
Even though she wasn't 100% sure about the idea, she ended up agreeing.
In less than 30 seconds after posting the stories, the architect already sent a message to her direct box saying that she was amazing in the photo, sending her a fire emoticon, and he said that posting those kinds of pictures was mean.
When he sent this message, I realized that she was liking it a lot, and then she looked at me and asked what to say to him.
I told her to try to talk it out, telling him only that she missed the beach.
As soon as her message was sent, the architect already replied that if that were the problem, he would find a way to schedule a visit to some work on the beach and take her along, since he had a client on the beach in Ilha Bela.
With each message he sent, my wife looked at me as if she was asking permission to continue the conversation with him, and so, she asked me what she could answer, worried that I had bothered.
Seeing how horny she was, I started fingering her pussy while she replied to the architect's message saying that she had loved the idea and that he should schedule a visit to the beach work, and that she would definitely go with him.
As soon as she sent the message, she looked at me and asked me if this was how I fantasized about the situation.
Her question took me by surprise as she never said anything to the effect of agreeing to make the costume.
Upon realizing my surprise, my wife started stroking my cock faster, and asked me if the surprise meant that I didn't want to do the costume anymore?
I barely had time to answer and she came and licked the head of my dick, which was already very sticky, and just commented that I didn't need to answer, that my dick already said it all.
While this was happening, the architect was already sending several messages excited about my wife's response.
Going straight to the point, the architect immediately asked how her schedule was going the next day, and that he would be able to schedule the visit to the beach for the next day.
Knowing that I wasn't going to stop her from going, she automatically replied that she was free and could go with him.
While you already arranged how and where you were going to meet to visit the work on the beach the next day, trying to take advantage of how horny she was, I took the opportunity to grab a dildo and use it on her pussy and told her to imagine it as if it were the architect fucking her.
We were both so horny that while I used the toy on her, she jerked off to me, and in a matter of a few minutes we both came right there on the couch.
After I came I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, and when I returned to the living room, although I was expecting to find her relaxing on the sofa, I saw my wife still on her cell phone and this time using a bigger dildo than I had used.
It drove me crazy, and I hurried over to the couch to help her come again.
As she moaned louder as I forced the dildo deep into her pussy, she started asking me how far she could go with the idea the next day.
So I told her that, as I wouldn't be there to see it, she could tease him and do whatever she wanted, except fuck him, because that would make sure I was there to watch it.
Mary agreed to the condition I imposed without question, meanwhile, I began to thrust the dildo deeper and faster into her until she came hard.
After enjoying the second time, she had already arranged everything with her co-worker and we went to sleep. The next day, I was already at work, when Mary sent me a message letting me know that she was already in the car going to work on the beach with the architect.
All morning she kept texting me that nothing much had happened, that he just talked about work all the way to the construction site on the beach and the only thing you noticed was that he kept drying your legs.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when she sent me a message letting me know that the visit was over and they were even finishing lunch, and that so far he hadn't taken any initiative.
Leaving the restaurant, Mary sent a message saying that she realized he was on his way to leave the beach, which left her disappointed.
Then I told my wife to take the initiative because as she is married, he could be cautious about hitting on her.
From now on, the story will tell the story from my wife's perspective, based on what she told me after arriving back in Sao Paulo:
As soon as I told Mary to take the initiative, she says she asked him if he was in a hurry or if they could stop at a kiosk on the beach for some drink and kill a few hours on the beach so she could get a tan as he promised.
Mary's question served as a trigger for the architect to feel free to start hitting on her.
Right away, he already joked that he thought she had already forgotten or given up on the Instagram conversation.
Mary told him that she hadn't given up on anything and that in fact, she had even gone to the beach prepared, and when answering, she lowered her pants at the waist a little, to show that underneath she was already wearing a bikini.