Chapter 2: First Steps

Trying to turn fantasy into reality.

After the night we both dreamt about Iris fucking someone apart from me, although she never said anything about it, I decided that we had to try to put that fantasy into practice.

The more I thought about it, the more excited and attracted I became to the idea. Until then it had been just another fantasy that occasionally came into my head, but from that day on, and after seeing how aroused and liberated Iris had been from feeling attractive, I couldn’t get the image of my wife having sex with another man out of my mind.

Of course I didn’t know that black Adonis on the beach, nor did I have as an essential requirement that he be someone black, although perhaps it gave him an extra point of piquancy. The only thing that seemed essential to me was that he be someone very attractive, strong and muscular, who could offer Iris intense and explosive sex, something that would make her feel very good not only physically but also mentally, as someone who attracts very attractive men, who choose her over other women. Men who want her even though they could easily have other women.

This idea excited me, although I didn’t quite understand why. It would certainly boost Iris’s morale and self-esteem, as well as giving her a very pleasurable experience. But what about me? It wasn’t just that I was doing it out of love for Iris, for her well-being, and maybe also a little out of selfishness, to see her happy. Somehow, the thought of it turned me on.

I imagined images like the ones in the dream, a muscular man fucking my wife wildly, and her enjoying herself like she had never enjoyed before, reaching orgasm after orgasm. Instead of feeling jealousy or anguish that someone was giving my wife more pleasure than I was giving her, these images excited me; I didn’t quite understand why. Many feelings were intermingling in my head: pride at the thought that such an attractive woman had chosen me as her partner for life; excitement at the image of sex superior to any porn movie; a morbid feeling of humiliation at not being able to compete with that fantastic and inexhaustible lover; desire to penetrate Iris’s exciting body next and feel her sex soaked by her lover’s emissions; and excitement at having to wait and at not being able to make love at that moment, as I had always been attracted to the game of provocation and denial. An explosive cocktail of emotions that made my cock hard as a rock.

The next few days our sexual relations improved; Iris was clearly feeling better, and we had sex almost every day. To take advantage of her more daring attitude, I decided to buy a vibrator so that I could introduce the idea of a third party into our games.

One afternoon I went to a sex shop, and after evaluating several, I bought a black vibrator of about 7”. I chose the colour a bit to continue the game that started on the beach, although as I said, it wasn’t a requirement of the man Iris was having sex with, and I wanted the dimensions to be bigger than mine, but without exaggerating; I didn’t want anything unrealistic or that could hurt Iris.

Before dinner, I took the toy out of its packaging, washed it, put batteries in it, and put it in a drawer in the bedside table.

That night, in bed, we started cuddling, and I said to Iris, “I’ve invited someone into our bed.”

“What?” she exclaimed, totally surprised.

“Relax, wait a second, and I’ll introduce you,” I replied.

I turned and took the vibrator out of the drawer and presented it to Iris. “Look, Agbar has come to play with us.”

“How silly of you,” she replied, smiling.

“Don’t you feel like playing a little?”

“Well, isn’t it too big a toy?” She agreed, but half-heartedly.

“No, it’s bigger than the average man according to statistics, but there are much bigger ones. Imagine that our friend Agbar from the beach came here with his huge cock. He was so impressed by you that he wanted to spend the night with you.”

“And what will you do in the meantime?” asked Iris.

“I’ll watch you two have a good time. And then, once you’ve enjoyed yourselves, I want to enjoy my little woman too.”

“You’d rather I get fucked by ‘Agbar’ than you?” she asked provocatively with a sly smile.

“I’d rather watch my beautiful wife enjoy everything she deserves. That’s more exciting to me than any porn movie. And then I’ll enjoy it too. And besides, since you’ll be fully satiated, I selfishly won’t have to worry about your pleasure; Agbar will have already given you everything you need, and I can enjoy myself more freely.”

“Well, we can try a little.”

I turned on the vibrator and began to run it over Iris’s naked body. The soft latex of the toy slid over her skin, causing her to shudder. Iris’s nipples quickly became hard, and the areolas contracted, puckering and turning darker. She was enjoying herself with her eyes closed and her relaxed breathing getting faster and faster.

As I ran the vibrator across her crotch, she spread her legs apart for easy access. I could see her reddened labia opening, and moisture was present between them.

I fiddled with the vibrator, running it over her clit, which was already swollen and erect, protruding as if to attract attention.

I ran the vibrating toy between her vaginal lips, parting them slightly, and lubricating the vibrator with the fluids that were gushing, more and more copiously, from Iris’s sex.

I continued to tease her with the vibrator until I felt she was desperate to cum, so I asked her, “Do you want Agbar to stick his big cock in you?”

“Yes, don’t make me wait any longer,” she moaned.

“Then you’ll have to ask him, please.”

“No, I don’t want to. Don’t make me wait.”

“Then you’ll be halfway there,” I replied playfully, pushing the vibrator away.

“Don’t do that to me, go on,” Iris said in a pleading voice.

“No, you’ll have to beg Agbar,” I replied in a challenging voice.

“You want a game, huh? Well, I’ll give you a game,” she replied provocatively.

And then she began in a suggestive voice, “My husband doesn’t fuck me like I need him to, Agbar; put your big cock in me. Please, fuck me!”

I took the vibrator and began to slowly insert it into her vagina, causing her to moan with pleasure. I continued very slowly as she writhed in pleasure.

But suddenly she opened her eyes and said, “I miss a muscular body on top of me. Give it to me!” and grabbed the vibrator. She rolled over, got on her knees, head and shoulders resting on the bed, and shoved the vibrator in all at once, letting out a howl that was muffled by the pillow. Then she turned her head to look at me and said in a husky voice, “Now you can watch from where you are between my legs as Agbar fucks me from behind.”

While with one hand she groped her breasts, with the other hand between her legs, Iris began to energetically thrust the vibrator in and out as she mumbled, “Huumm, what a pleasure, what a big cock, like this, like this! Huumm, like this! Fuck me, Agbar!”

Iris began to gasp, and suddenly she arched up, stiffened, and a strong orgasm shook her from head to toe, which curled with pleasure.