Chapter 1

My name is Juan. I am a forty-three-year-old Spanish man. I have been married for fifteen years to my beautiful wife, Irene. It is a marriage of love. Irene and I started dating in high school when we were seventeen and married right after graduating from university. She has given me two wonderful daughters, who are now nine and thirteen years old, and who we both love and cherish.

We live in Barcelona in a high rise situated close to the University of Barcelona. Our life is modest and straightforward as we both have to work, and while well off, we are not rich. However, we love our family life and simple pleasures such as going to the beach on weekends or picnics in the countryside. The multiple joys of living in the city include concerts, museums, and art galleries.

Irene is a beautiful woman. Today she is forty-four years old. She stands five-two with hazel eyes and auburn shoulder-length hair. Her body has lovely curves. Her measurements are 39-26-40. I find her very sexy. Her body is athletic and toned as she exercises regularly, going to the gym three times a week.

Starting years ago, however, I have had a persistent sexual fantasy. It is to be cuckolded by my wife. I would like to see her with a big, handsome, incredibly sexy, and very well endowed lover. This fantasy started before we were married while on vacation in Tunisia. Two Tunisian men who flirted outrageously with her approached her. I could tell that she was sensitive to their compliments and innuendos. Of course, nothing came of it, but I realized I was not offended and, in effect, was flattered at the attention she was getting.

Irene is a good wife and mother. Her upbringing prevents her from cheating on me as she takes her marriage vows very seriously. However, I can tell that her sex life is unsatisfactory. We seldom have sex, and when we do, she rarely has an orgasm. We only have sex in the missionary position, and she will not engage in oral or anal sex with me. So far, I am the first and the only man with whom she has had sexual relations.

It would be easy to blame her, but it would not be fair. I believe I am the problem. I’m only five feet eight inches tall. I weigh 180 pounds. In many ways, I am non-descript. Brown hair and eyes do not make me stand out from the average Spanish man. The biggest problem in my relationship with Irene is the size of my cock. It is only four and a half inches at full erection. Over the years, I have needed to break my marriage vows but have always felt disappointed with my sexual performances.

I love her, and I want her to be happy and from this stems my fantasy. I want her to get the sexual pleasure I cannot provide for her. Due to her lack of appetite for sex, I fantasize that what Irene needs is to have a sexual awakening. To find a lover who can make her have orgasms and help her break down her defenses. Someone who will wake in her sexual appetite and passion in a way she has never felt before. Something she has never felt with me.

She and I, in the past, have been to nudist beaches on vacation. She has done so reluctantly to please me. In any case, the most she will do is go topless. So, with the summer vacation about to happen, I offer to take her to Ibiza. Ibiza is an island resort about half an hour by plane from Barcelona, where we live. As expected, I get the usual litany of reluctance based on the cost, finding someone to take care of our daughters, and other reasons only a wife can invent. But I stand firm as I need some time away from the pressures of home life to be alone with her.

I had already made reservations at the Villa Rosmarin in the town of San Carlos. This is a quiet secluded villa, which is small and very private. It also attracts me because it is only ten minutes from the famous Aquas Blancas nudist beach. The villa only has seven rooms, of which two are suites. I have reserved one of the suites. It also has its own pool, Jacuzzi, and sauna. I make it feel so tempting to Irene that she finally breaks down and agrees to go.

Kissing our daughters goodbye as we leave them in the care of their grandparents is a gut-wrenching moment for Irene. This is the first time we are going somewhere without them since their birth. On the plane, however, Irene starts to relax. She leans over the seat, kisses me, and thanks me for the romantic idea that we should be alone like two lovers on a honeymoon.

Once we land at the airport, I inquire about the easiest way to get to San Carlos. A sexy young tour guide whose nametag identifies her as Natasha directs us to where we can find saloon cars for hire at reasonable prices. Irene smiles as she sees me ogling Natasha. “Behave Juan. Maybe we will see her on the beach.” I blush, and Natasha smiles and winks at Irene.

After the customary haggle about prices, the driver agrees to take us directly to the villa on the condition that we agree to have a third person travel with us. We agree and move into the shade to get out of the sun and sit under a carob tree while we wait. Finally, after ten minutes, our fellow passenger arrives.

He is as black as ebony. He is huge and stands at least six foot four inches, with the build of a circus strong man. He introduces himself as Tony, short for Antonio. It turns out that he also is staying at the Villa Rosmarin. His penetrating gaze looks at Irene as if he is evaluating a racehorse. I can see his eyes scanning her from head to foot and points in between as he shakes her hand. Irene is wearing a light summer dress, which clings to her body like a second skin due to the heat. She blushes under his gaze and gets in the car. Due to his height, Tony elects to sit in front next to the driver. Irene and I get into the back, where she clings to me as if she is seeking protection from a wild animal.

Once we reach the villa, we go to our room on the second floor. It is magnificent with luxurious furnishings and a giant king-sized bed. From the balcony, we can see the island of Formentera in the distance, and the clear blue sea is almost below us. The air is fragrant with the smell of local flowers and very balmy. It is not as hot as it was on the road due to the sea breeze. I suggest we go to the beach, which is just a ten-minute walk away. Irene agrees enthusiastically. Donning our bathing suits, we head down a path that winds through some pine trees to the beach.

The beach is practically deserted, and we find a spot under the cliffs, which loom over the beach and install our towels. I take off my bathing suit, and Irene removes her top. Her tits are magnificent, and I long to handle them. She smiles and says, “Not here, Juan,” as I reach out for them. Someone could see. Let’s go for a swim and then lie in the sun for a while.” We run to the water and dive in. The water is so clear we can see down to the bottom. She is a strong swimmer and rapidly swims out to deeper water while I do my best to catch up with her. Reaching her, I dive under and reach up between her legs. My hand barely touches her when she starts swimming back to shore.

By the time I get back, she is lying on the towels with her sunglasses hiding her eyes. She is an erotic sight that I never tire of looking at. She looks up and smiles at me. “Juan, this is so beautiful. Thank you for having persuaded me to come. I think we both needed time to ourselves away from the city.” Reaching out, I take her hand and squeeze it as we both lie there soaking in the sun. Eventually, I doze off.

“Excuse me, is it okay for me to set up here?” The question drags me out of my nap. It is Tony, our fellow passenger in the car.

“No, that’s fine, go ahead,” I answer. He takes a beach mat and spreads it out about ten feet away. He looks huge, standing there in a white bathing suit. He smiles at me, takes off his bathing suit, and lies down. I notice Irene has opened her eyes and is looking right at him. His body seems carved out of a solid slab of ebony. He has muscles that most people do not even imagine. My jaw drops, however, at the size of his cock. It must measure at least seven inches and is the thickness of a wrist.

He sees Irene looking at him and smiles at her. He rearranges his cock in a more comfortable position as he lies down. I can see Irene’s areolas crinkle and her nipples stiffen. Tony, who is looking at her, smiles even more broadly. She is looking right at his cock, like a bird hypnotized by a snake. She can’t take her eyes away from it. I see her swallow repeatedly. Finally, she turns to me and says, “Juan, This is enough sun for me today. Let’s go back.” She retrieves the top of her bathing suit, puts it back on, and wraps the towel around her hips.

As we walk back to the villa, she is very silent. I ask her what is wrong, but she shrugs her shoulders and doesn’t say a word. As soon as we are in our room, she turns to me and almost rips off my bathing suit. She pushes me to the bed, removes her bathing suit, and straddles my cock. This is so untypical of her that I’m immediately excited. Reaching down, she places my cock in her and rides it with a passion I have never seen in all our years of marriage. Her pussy is so wet that I can feel her juices streaming out of her. It does not take me long to cum, and I shoot my feeble stream of cum and immediately lose my erection.

She gets off me and rushes to the bathroom. I can hear her sobbing behind the closed door. I go to the door, but she has locked it behind her. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Juan, I just must have had too much sun,” she sobs. “Let me be, and I will soon be fine.”

I feel terrible knowing that she feels frustrated by my lack of performance. I go back and lie down while she takes a shower. I realize that looking at Tony got her excited and that I could not scratch the itch of her desire. She has regained her composure and lies down next to me when she comes out.

“What’s wrong, my darling?” I ask her.

“Nothing, Juan. Nothing is wrong.”

“Did looking at that black man get you excited?”

“Yes. I could not help but wonder what an instrument that size would feel like, and it made me very horny.”

“I see. Is that something you would like to experience?”

“Juan, how can you ask a question like that. I’m your wife. I could never cheat on you.”

“If I told you that you could, then it would not be cheating, would it?”

“Juan, don’t you love me?’

“Yes, I do. If it is something you want, I would tell you to do it. Honey, I realize that I do not satisfy you sexually. Probably never have and never will. How can my puny cock compare to that slab of meat he has. I will even support you if that is what you desire.”

“You wouldn’t be jealous?”

“Irene, I do not know. I find that the idea of him making love to you excites me. Just the thought of it makes me horny. I know it sounds weird. When we made love a few minutes ago, I knew that you acted with a passion I had never seen. You were so wet, and that is something I have never experienced. I realize that I wasn’t the cause of this passion. You were thinking of him and not of me. Tell me the truth.”

“No, you are right, Juan. But, darling, I want you to know that I love you. You are a wonderful husband, a good father, and a good provider. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You will never lose me. My greatest wish is for your happiness. The only thing I ask is that you just tell me and don’t sneak around as if what you are doing is a secret. I want to know each detail of everything that takes place. Do we have a deal?”

“Juan, I don’t know what to say. You are such a sweet person. I will think about it. I will never do anything behind your back, and if you say no, I will obey you.”

Leaning over, she gives me a sweet kiss.

Later that evening, we go down to the villa’s restaurant for supper. The setting is elegant, with tables set with white tablecloths, gleaming silverware, and crystal glasses. Sitting down, we realize that we are the only two people there. When the waiter comes to take our order, we ask why we are the only two people. He explains that there are only three guests tonight, ourselves and Professor Baldwin. The villa will be full tomorrow as they are expecting a bridal party to arrive in the morning. We order some ‘tapas’ and broiled fish with a bottle of white wine. Sitting back, we savor the tranquility of the evening and the scent of the pine forest around us.

From behind me, I hear a deep voice ask, “May I join you? It seems we are the only guests, and I would appreciate it if you would accept as I would not like to dine alone.” It is Tony.

I am about to answer when Irene says, “Please do.” I am stunned as this is untypical of her. She is usually shy in social situations. He pulls up a seat and sits so that Irene sits between us.

He thanks her and introduces himself formally. We learn that he is Dr. Antonio Baldwin, professor of African Studies at the University of Barcelona. He repeats what he had told us earlier to call him Tony. After the waiter takes his order, we sit, and he asks us where we are from, what we do, just the usual social chitchat. We, in turn, discover that he is unmarried, was born in the United States, and lives just a few blocks away from us.

I notice that when he talks, his eyes are on Irene. His gaze is almost hypnotic. He also seems to address all his comments to her. It is almost as if I do not exist. Irene is also so different from her usual self. She is not shy. Instead, her talk is animated, and I notice she punctuates some of her remarks by touching his arm or hand.

I feel an excitement rising in me. Is this man going to be the one who finally makes my fantasy come true? I feel my cock twitch at the thought. I catch him glancing at my wife’s breasts, he notices me looking at him, and he smiles at me. It is as if he is testing me. At one point, he takes her hand and holds it as he speaks. Irene does not object or pull back. Finally, the food is served, and we eat. I notice we have finished the wine and order another bottle. Irene is drinking more than she usually does, and I see her face is flushed. I don’t know if it is the wine or his effect on her.

As we finish supper, he stands and thanks us for our company. Then, he takes Irene’s hand and kisses it.

“I’m going to soak in the Jacuzzi,” he says, “You are welcome to join me, and we will share a cognac together to cement this new friendship.”

“Oh, Juan, can we do that?” Irene asks.

“Yes, my love, if that would please you.”

When we reach the Jacuzzi, Tony strips and hops in the water. “Come in. The water is wonderful.”