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 got married right after we graduated from university. She has given me two wonderful daughters, who are now nine and thirteen years old, and whom we both love and cherish.

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

Irene is a beautiful woman. Today she is forty-four years old, she stands five-foot-two with hazel eyes and auburn shoulder length hair. Her body has wonderful 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 we were 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. 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 sexual 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. I am her first man, and, so far, the only man with whom she has had sexual relations.

It would be easy to lay the blame on her, but it would not be fair. I believe I am the problem. I’m only five-feet-eight-inches tall. I weigh 230 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 to Irene is the size of my cock. It is only four and a half inches at full erection. Over the years, I have had occasion 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 that 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 up her sexual appetite and passions in a way that she has never felt before. Something she has never felt with me.

She and I have, in the past, 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. With summer vacations 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 I expect I get the usual litany of reluctance based on the cost, and finding someone to take care of our daughters, and other reasons only a wife can invent. I stand firm; I need some time away from the pressures of home life to be alone with her.

I have 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 has only seven rooms, of which two are suites. I have reserved one of the suites. It also has its own pool, Jacuzzi and sauna. I made it feel so tempting to Irene that she finally broke down and agreed 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 make inquiries as to 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 a 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, due to the heat, is clinging to her body like a second skin. She blushes under his gaze and gets in the car. Tony, because of his height, elects to sit in front next to the driver, and 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, which is on the second floor. It is magnificent, with luxurious furnishings and a huge king-sized bed. From the balcony, we can see in the distance the island of Formentera and the clear blue sea is almost directly 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 ten minutes walk away. Irene agrees enthusiastically. Donning our bathing suits, we head down a path that wends 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. As I reach out, she smiles and says, “Not here, Juan, someone could see. Come, 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 all the way 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 don’t get tired of looking at. She looks up and smiles at me. “Juan, this is so beautiful! Thank you for persuading me to come. I think we both needed time to ourselves away from the city.” Reaching out I take her hand and give it a squeeze as we both lay 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 from us. He looks huge standing there in a white bathing suit. He smiles at me and proceeds to take off his bathing suit and lie 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 muscle where most people do not even imagine that muscle can exist. My jaw drops, however, at the size of his cock. It must measure at least seven inches, and is the thickness of my wrist.

He sees Irene looking at him and smiles at her. He proceeds to rearrange 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, and she is like a bird hypnotized by a snake. She can’t take her eyes away from it. I see her swallow repeatedly. 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 and she just 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 that 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 long for me 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 was not able to scratch the itch of her desire. When she comes out she had regained her composure and she comes and lies down next to me.

“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. That’s why, if it was something you wanted, 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 would even be supportive of you if that is what you desired.”

“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, but I also know that when we made love a few minutes ago you acted with a passion I have 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. Darling, I want you to know that I do 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, 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 at any time 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 very 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 tonight there are only three guests, 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 someone’s 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 very surprised as this is untypical of her. She is usually shy and bashful in social situations. He pulls up a seat and sits so that Irene is sitting 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 and 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 being shy or bashful. 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 notice her face is flushed. I don’t know if it's the wine, or the effect he is having on her.

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

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

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

“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.”

I see Irene hesitate. She looks at me with a questioning look. I nod my head slightly and give her a smile. She slips out of her dress and slowly removes her bra. She looks at me again, as if asking me if she should take off her thong.

“Why not?" I tell her, "we are the only ones here.” She slides it down her long legs while Tony looks up at her with a distinct gleam in his eyes. I can tell that she is both nervous and excited. As she steps down to the water, her foot slips and Tony reaches out and prevents her from falling in. He has her sit beside him. I sit next to her so she is between both of us. She has one arm around her breasts and her hand is protecting her pussy.

Tony looks at her and says, “Irene, you are a very beautiful woman.” She blushes bright red.

“Thank you, Tony, but I am nothing special, just another middle-aged woman.”

“No, you have a freshness, an innocence that radiates from you, and a gorgeous body. I find you very desirable.”

His arm wraps around her shoulder and I see his hand slide down and cup her breast.

He looks over at me. “Juan, may I?” he asks.

My cock is now erect as I see him fondling my wife in front of me. “Tony, it is not my decision to make. Irene is free to make her own decisions.”

“Well, Irene, Juan is not objecting, what do you say?”

Irene again turns to look at me. “Juan?”

I smile at her and just say, “Yes.”

She lies back and smiles as Tony hefts her tit in the palm of his hand. He pulls on her nipples and she moans with desire. Taking her hand, Tony places it on his cock. I can see that her hand barely fits around it. “Don’t be scared, it won’t bite you. Just stroke it softly for now. Just like that... pull down the foreskin and fondle my bulb.”

My cock is rock hard and I can feel it throb as I sit watching. He takes her, lifts her up, and sits her in his lap. His cock is in front of her and she brings both hands to it and strokes it. He reaches down and starts to stroke her clit. He tugs at it with his fingers and Irene arches back into his body. Her eyes are closed and she makes soft mewing sounds as he rolls it between his fingers.

“Juan, come here take her legs and spread them wide for me so I can fully feel her cunt.”

I obey like an automaton. I now have a full view of what he is doing to her. He curls two fingers deep into her pussy. He strokes them in and out while his thumb rubs her clit. Her breath is coming in gasps as he fondles her.

“Juan, I can see you are enjoying this. You like me toying with your wife, don’t you?” I can just nod my head. It is obvious to him that I am in full erection.

“Irene, how would you like my big black cock in your tight, white, juicy pussy?”

“Please! Oh yes, please fuck me,” she answers.

“Not here. Let’s go to my room where we will be more comfortable. Juan, you are welcome to come along.”

When we g,et to the room Tony sits in one of the armchairs and motions me to the other one. I stare in amazement at his body again, and can't help but compare his cock to mine. His extends up to his belly button. The glans is completely hidden by his foreskin and it is as thick as my wrist. Mine looks so puny in comparison barely the width of two fingers, and even now, fully erect, barely four inches long.

He motions to Irene to stand in front of him. “I want to admire your body,” he says. “You are stunning; spread your legs for me. Show me the pink flesh inside your pussy. Juan, see how wet she is, doesn't that look delicious? Turn around, dear, let me see your ass.”

Irene turns around while I stare in amazement. My docile, prudish wife who has me turn off the lights when we make love, is flaunting herself in front of this man who we just met today.

“Bend at the waist and spread your ass cheeks for me. How lovely. You have an adorable crinkly brown ass pucker, dear. I think I will enjoy feeling it surrounding my cock.”

He stands up and starts fingering her asshole. Slowly he pushes his finger against it, and I see Irene speared up the butt by his finger without a sound of protest; instead, she utters a moan.

As he frigs her ass, he asks, “That is very tight and warm. Have you ever had a cock up your ass?”

“No, never.”

“I think that I am going to take your virgin white ass. Would you like that my cock up deep in your ass?”

“Tony I am yours to do with whatever you wish. You can fuck me up the pussy, up the ass wherever you desire, but please, be gentle with me, I have only been with Juan, and, as you can see, I am not used to something as big as your..."

He stands before her and wraps his arms around her. I can see her grinding her pussy against his cock. She puts her arms around his neck and as he lifts her by cupping her ass with his huge hands, she moves her face to his. His tongue snakes its way into her mouth as they kiss.

“Make your mouth wet for me. I want to taste you and drink your sweetness”

From the sound, I can tell that Irene has obeyed him. When she and I kiss it is nothing compared to this. There is more passion in this one kiss than I have ever had with her. Still locked in this embrace he carries her to the bed and lays her down on her back. He kneels between her outstretched legs and his hands find her tits, which he kneads mercilessly. Her nipples are pinched and pulled by his teasing fingers as Irene squirms her body below his. “Tony, fuck me. I need your cock in me. Please fuck me now.”

“Not yet, my hot little white Spanish fuck toy. I told you I wanted to drink your sweetness. I still have to taste your sweet juices.”

Sliding between her slender thighs he spreads her legs as wide as possible while Irene moans. His tongue washes her pussy lips from bottom to top. Her clit is standing well out of its hood and he runs his tongue back and forth over it. Spreading her pussy lips he thrusts his tongue into her hot pink flesh. Like a snake, it darts in and out of her while she lifts her hips off the bed towards him. He hooks her legs with his arms and brings her pussy tight to his mouth. I can hear the sound of her wet cunt sloshing with her juices as she gives a groan.

“Yes! That is so good. Please, Tony, deeper and faster,” she yells in the wild abandonment of her body to him. “Oh! I’m cumming. Yes. Yes, that’s it! Cumming for you, Tony,” she wails.

He lets her down and brings his cum-covered face to hers. “Taste yourself, Irene. Clean my face and taste how sweet and creamy your juices are.”

“Juan, you are a lucky man; your wife tastes like nectar.”

“I have never tasted her, Tony. I wouldn’t know how she tastes.”

“What! You’ve never gone down on her?”

“No, she’s never let me. She said that it wasn’t something she desired.”

“Come here,” he says. Scooping his fingers into her sopping cunt he coats them with her secretions. “Here, lick my fingers clean. Taste your wife’s cunt and juice.”

I come forward, preceded by my cock which is sticking straight out in front of me, and obediently suck his fingers into my mouth. For the first time, I taste my wife. She tastes slightly salty and sweet and creamy at the same time. My cock is dripping precum.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Tony, she tastes delicious.”

“Juan, it is customary to thank the man who pleasures your wife.”

“Thank you, Tony. Thank you for pleasuring Irene for me.”

“Go back and sit down and watch, as I’m now going to give her cunt a full massage with my black cock. Irene are you ready for that?”

"Oh yes, please fuck me! I want to feel your cock slide into me and fill me up. I want your body against mine. I want all of you.”

I watch as he spreads her pussy lips open. He pulls at his foreskin and the glans of his cock emerges. He takes his cock and rubs it over Irene’s clit. He beats her clit with it. Each time he hits her with the full weight of his cock she gives a little yelp. “Please put it in me,” she begs.

Slowly he brings the tip to her opening. He just rubs the bulb in and out of her. I can see her straining to admit him. She then slowly seems to open up like a flower spreading its petals. He slides deeper and deeper into her pussy. His cock disappears until she has taken his full length into her gaping cunt. His gigantic balls are resting against her as he just stops to let her get accustomed to his size.

“Tony, I feel so full. You're filling me up and it feels so good. I’ve never experienced anything like this.”

“You feel wonderful, darling, your pussy is so tight and hot. I can feel every inch of you around my cock. You’re like soft velvet enveloping me. Tell me when I can start. I want to pound your cunt till you scream with joy.”

“Now! Do me now. I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked!”

I can see his cock slide in and out of her like a piston. Her eyes are glazed as she receives him deep into her body. Her hips rise to meet him and to force him deeper into her. I cannot believe my eyes. I would never have thought she could take that monster of a cock all the way. His body hovers over her and she wraps her legs around him, drawing him towards her. Her moans fill my ears as she opens herself to him.

“So good... that feels so good. Harder, Tony. Fuck the shit out of me. I love this.”

Unbelievable words come out of her mouth. I’ve never heard her use expressions like this before. She is covered in a sheen of sweat, as is he. I can hear the sound his cock makes each time she sucks him into her. His balls smack the back of her ass.

“I’m cumming, Tony! Don’t stop... I feel you so deep in me. Make it last for me. Please!” she wails.

Her whole body has tightened up and I can see the spasms that wrack her as she cums. Tony does not let up; it seems he can go on forever. He rides her through orgasm after orgasm. Irene is gasping for breath and sweat drips from her every pore. She makes shrill keening sounds as she cums over and over again.

“Irene, are you ready? I am going to flood your pussy with my sperm.”

“Oh, yes, Tony, please! I want to feel your hot cum in me. Cum for me, my love.”

I can see his massive back arch as he pounds her pussy even harder. I can tell that he has cum from Irene’s reaction.

“God, that’s so good. It feels as if you are flooding my insides with your hot sperm. Oh, shit... Tony, I'm cumming again. Yes, my love I am yours.”

I hear her words. She is calling him her love. Her pussy is overflowing with his cum, which is leaking out despite her being completely plugged by his massive cock. My fantasy now comes true. I am a cuckold. I feel proud to have my wife desired by another man. I did not have to force her; she did it willingly. I can see that she is happy and satisfied. I love her all the more for that.

I am jarred from my thoughts by Tony telling me to come over.

“Juan, I’ve just fucked your wife. She is a fantastic piece of tail. I think I will be doing it often again in the future. What do you think about that?”

“Tony, you have made her happy. That makes me happy. If that’s what she needs and wants, I won't object.”

“Okay, now it’s time for you to thank me for fucking her. Clean my cock, and then you are going to clean her pussy. Take my cock and use your mouth and tongue to clean our cum.”

My jaw drops at that request. I didn't ever expect that to happen. I feel my excitement rise at the thought of touching him and sucking his cock. I look over at Irene and her lips have a slight smile. She just looks at me and nods as if to say, ‘Go ahead, see what you get for this.’

I take his cock, which is hanging down between his legs. Lifting it towards my mouth I tentatively give it a lick. I touch the smooth surface and lick it from base to tip. Taking the foreskin I pull it back and clean around the bulb of his cock. It tastes musky and salty. Growing bolder, I lick from his balls to his tip, getting every trace of their combined spendings. I can feel his cock getting harder as I lick it.

“Suck the tip take me into your mouth, Juan.” I obediently start to suck, and feel him grow ever larger till my jaws are forced wide apart. “That’s good, you are getting my cock ready to fuck your wife’s ass. Okay, now I want you to go and clean Irene’s pussy.”

I crawl between her thighs and she spreads her pussy lips for me. There is cum oozing out of her. I start to lick her pussy. It’s the first time she has ever let me do that. I lick and clean up all that I can.

“Juan, you are going to have to suck it all out. It will not come out on its own if she is lying down. Also, I see some has oozed down the crack of her ass; lick all that up. It will also get her ready for my cock.”

As I lick and suck on Irene’s cunt I can feel her body give small spasms of enjoyment. I fasten my lips around her pussy and suction her out. It feels as if I am swallowing a full glass of cum out of her. She tastes salty and sweet at the same time. I can feel the juices flowing down my throat, and my tongue is coated with the mixture. I lift her hips to be able to clean the drippings from her ass cheeks and the crack of her ass. As my tongue touches her ass pucker she moans. She obviously is enjoying what I am doing to her.

“Juan, dig your tongue into her asshole. Make her ready for me. I’m going to give you a reward for being such a good husband.”

I feel his hand wrap around my cock. His fingers cover it completely from stem to tip. He tugs and pulls on it as if he were milking it. I feel his other hand part my ass cheeks, and he thrusts a finger into my anus. It wriggles around in me till he finds my prostate. As he rubs it I feel my cock explode, and I ejaculate more cum in that instant than I usually do in a month's time. It literally flows like a tap. It is the best orgasm I have had in my life.

“Juan, I have your problem figured out,” he says. “That is not a cock you have, it is a giant clit. You are a sissy. I will show Irene how to treat you from now on. You will enjoy that, I am sure.”

“Juan, Irene will spend the rest of the night with me. You can go back to your room. I will be leaving to go back in the morning. I expect that I will be seeing a lot of Irene in Barcelona. Next Saturday night I am hosting a party to which you are both invited. Irene will have specific instructions for you. You can go now.”

As I leave I see them wrapped in a passionate kiss. Returning to my room, I realize that my fantasy has been fulfilled. I am now truly cuckolded. I don’t know what my future will bring, but I pray that I don’t lose my wife. The important part for me, however, is that she is happy.

To be continued...