Staycation in L.A.

My wife, Marisol (38) and I, Peter (41) have been married for 12 years and we have been together for fifteen. Our life together is wonderful. I love her more today than I did the day I married her. We have what I consider to be a pretty normal sex life. Marisol is a 5'4" 110lbs. Latina with a petite frame, small breasts and a tight little ass. I am White, 6'1" 190lbs. with a typical dad bod.

Marisol played soccer throughout high school and college which accounts for her extremely fit body to this day. She had one boyfriend in high school for about a year and another in college that lasted for about a year and a half. We met at a mutual friends' birthday party when we were both in our mid 20s. She was and still is a head-turner. She has a Jessica Alba type look, especially with her eyes and lips.

About 6 months ago during foreplay, while stroking me, I mentioned how much of a turn-on it was for me to watch her head bob up and down. Just the visual image of this beautiful, albeit conservative wife and mother using her mouth in such an erotic way has always sent me into another realm of pure lust. Instead of moving down and giving me the blow job i was craving, she coyly asked, "what am I bobbing up and down on?"

Her playful and naughty query started precum to ooze from my now rock-hard dick. I let out a moan of pleasure that expressed how good her hand job felt. Her mouth was positioned directly next to my right ear as she stroked. She whispered, "am i sucking a nice, hard cock?" Within seconds, I exploded all over my stomach and her soft, brown hand. She commented something like, "well, that was fast!" What I realized later was, what really sent me over the edge was the fact that she whispered "a" cock and not "MY" cock.

For the next few days, my mind raced with images of her giving a blow job to another man. At first, I felt a little jealous that she might be wanting a cock other than mine. However, the more I thought about that happening, the more intrigued I became. The next time we had sex, I was on top of her and leaned down and said to her, "what is in your beautiful mouth tonight?"

Without any hesitation, she softly replied, "a big, thick cock." Her response immediately took me to the edge and I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach and small and firm tits. This soon became our routine. I would encourage her to become more and more descriptive of what she was doing with that "other" cock each time we had sex. As our pillow talk continued, Marisol's descriptions became more and more detailed. About a month or so ago, I got up the nerve to ask her if she would ever consider a MFM. Not surprisingly, she asked me if i was crazy. She said that our foreplay was just that... fantasy. She went on to ask why I would be interested in letting another guy touch my wife. I explained that it was hot to picture her being pleasured by another man and myself at the same time. She scoffed at the suggestion and wondered why I wouldn't be jealous if she let someone else touch her in a sexual way. I assured her that this was just role playing and a way to spice up our marriage. However, I was thinking about what it would be like to experience sharing my beautiful, loving, faithful wife with another man.

Last Saturday we decided to have her mom babysit the kids and have a romantic dinner and stay the night at a high end hotel in Santa Monica. We live in the suburbs of L. A. about a half hour away from the beach. A night away from our everyday grind is something we do once or twice a year and it serves as a fun way to treat ourselves and recharge our batteries. We checked into our hotel at around 5pm. The room was fantastic and the view of the Pacific was even better. After showering, Marisol put on a new form fitting little black dress and matching stilettos that showed off her curves and that fantastic ass. As we left the hotel and Ubered to the restaurant which was only about three blocks away, my beautiful wife held my hand and remarked how much she was looking forward to our date night.

We arrived at the restaurant at around 7:30. I ordered a bottle of her favorite Cabernet and we enjoyed a wonderful dinner in a romantic atmosphere. After dessert, we decided to walk back to our hotel and I suggested we have a nightcap in the lounge before going up to our room. When we got to the bar, I chose a small table in the corner. The place was busy but not overcrowded. There were no servers to be seen, so I went up to the bar and ordered Marisol a Mai Tai and a vodka soda for myself. My wife drinks Mai Tais whenever we travel to beach resorts, so that choice seemed appropriate. I got the drinks and left the tab open just in case we decided to have another round. When i got back to the table we talked about how nice it was to get away, even if it was only for the night. I told her how sexy she looked and asked her if she had noticed how many heads turned when we entered the bar and made our way to the table.

She said that she hadn't noticed but it would have been impossible not to see the older gentleman seated at the bar who looked her up and down as she walked past him. he was probably in his early 50s and looked looked to be the "country club" type of guy. While we were enjoying our drinks, she said, "oh! that man?" She was referring to the same man that i had mentioned. Of course it was that man! Marisol smiled and turned her head to get a closer look. She finished her drink and I asked if she wanted another. She agreed, asked if I was ready for one more. As I started to get up and she put her hand on mine and said, "I'll get em."

Marisol walked straight up to the bar and squeezed in between the older, distinguished gentleman and another couple who were seated next to him. She said something to the older man and he summoned the bartender. After she ordered our drinks, Marisol and the older gentleman seemed to have a polite conversation. He extended his hand to her and introduced himself. I could tell by the way she was speaking to him that she was feeling friendly from the wine and cocktail. When the drinks came, I saw the gentleman say something to the bartender to which my wife responded by touching the man on his forearm and and giving him a slight peck on his cheek. As she walked the drinks back to our table, she had a devilish grin that was sexy as hell. She told me that her new "friend" Ethan, insisted on buying our second round of drinks. After a couple of seconds, he looked over and raised his drink in our direction as to say "cheers." I raised my glass in return and nodded as a sign of gratitude. Ethan was fit, slightly taller than myself with salt and pepper hair and he was dressed like he just stepped out of a J. Crew catalogue.

I asked what they spoke about at the bar and she simply said, "just small talk." "Oh!" she added, "he also said that you were a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife." I smiled and said something like he is right about that. As Marisol and I were talking, I noticed the gentleman glancing over several times from his seat at the bar. I told her that her new friend couldn't take his eyes off her. She smiled and said, "maybe we should invite him to our table!?!" I'd be lying if i said I wasnt excited about her suggestion. My mind was racing about where this night might end up. The next time the man looked our way, I motioned for him to come and join is. He walked over introduced himself as Ethan and pulled up a third chair in between Marisol and myself. He told us that he was visiting from San Francisco for business and that this was his favorite hotel in L. A. We exchanged stories about what each of us did for work and what our plans were for the weekend.

My normally reserved Marisol told him that we were on a date night and that I was trying to get her drunk. He laughed and said, "excellent plan!" After several minutes, Marisol got up and told us she was going to the Ladies Room. Ethan stood up and said, "We'll be waiting!" My wife smiled at him and walked away. Ethan told me that Marisol was "one in a million"and I agreed. About a minute or so later my phone buzzed and I looked to see a text message from Marisol.

The text simply read, "what r u thinkin about?

I responded with, "u and Ethan"

Marisol replied seconds later with, "lmao! i knew it"

Ethan noticed my attention to my phone and asked if there was anything wrong. I told him it was just our babysitter checking in and letting is know everything is okay. When Marisol got back to the table, Ethan stood up and pulled out her chair for her. She said, "well, thank you. polite and handsome!" My wife then raised an eyebrow and made direct eye contact with me as if to say, "what do you think?" I just gave her a smile.

I then suggested we get one more drink and i would close out our tab. I went to the bar, got our drinks and signed the check. As I made my way back to the table, I saw that Ethan was gone. When I asked Marisol where he went, she told me that he went to the restroom and that he would be right back.

After an awkward silence for a few seconds my beautiful and slightly tipsy wife asked me, "where is this going? I mean, are you okay with him flirting with me?"

I responded by saying, "I am, but only if you are!"

She smiled looked down for a second and then said, "we will see." When Ethan returned, Marisol took the initiative by half-heartedly complaining that her new heels were killing her feet. She then suggested we take our drinks up to our room and finish them there.

Ethan eagerly responded, "that sounds like a great idea!" With that, the three of us got up from the table and with our drinks in hand walked to the elevators just off the lobby. When the elevator doors opened, Marisol slinked in first. I followed directly behind her and stood on her left side. Ethan, acting like a life long friend, stood close to her on the opposite side.

When the elevator doors closed, Marisol nervously interlaced her fingers with mine. I squeezed her hand tightly trying to reassure her that I was there for her. As the elevator ascended to the 11th floor, I noticed in the reflection from the shiny metal doors that Ethan had his arm around the small of my wife's back. When we arrived to our floor, Marisol released my hand and exited the elevator first and Ethan with his hand just above her ass, guided her out ofnthe elevator and down the hallway. As I followed the two of them, I noticed that Marisol's gate was unsteady. Maybe it was the alcohol, the high heels, or the fact that she liked Ethan's help in escorting her to our suite.

Once the three of us got into our room, my playful wife sat on the loveseat and took off those sexy but pesky high heels. I set my drink down on the coffee table and excused myself to use the restroom. As was taking a leak, my mind raced! Where was this going, I thought to myself. After a couple of minutes, as i was coming back into the sitting area, I heard Ethan saying, "you have the cutest little toes!" Ethan had joined my wife on the small sofa with his arm around her on top of the back rest.

Surprisingly, my wife giggled and thanked him for the compliment. Marisol thinks guys who have foot fetishes are odd but his comment didn't seem to bother her one little bit. On the contrary, she slowly uncrossed her legs and wiggled her toes to show off her fresh new pedicure. When my wife saw me she aksed, "don't you like my cute little toes, baby?"

I remarked to Ethan, "they look even better when they are on your shoulders."

Ethan responded with, "I would love to see that!"

I picked up my drink and sat down on the foot of the bed. I looked into Marisol's big brown eyes and told her, "I think our friend, Ethan has a crush on you." She giggled.

Ethan turned toward my wife and said, "guilty as charged." With that, he moved his arm from the back rest of the sofa and down onto her shoulder and began caressing her soft beautiful skin. Without asking permission, Ethan leaned in and slowly put his lips on hers. He began kissing her softly and she returned his kisses. First with just their lips but then almost on cue, both of their mouths opened and their tongues began swirling inside each others' mouths.

Well, it was happening.

Watching them make out was surreal. It was like I wasn't even there. They were acting like horny, sex starved teenagers. As I sipped my vodka, I watched as Ethan's hand slid up Marisol's dress, caressing her golden brown thigh toward that perfect ass. Her sounds of pleasure gave him the permission continue what he was doing.

I was feeling something i had never felt before. I was most certainly turned on and excited but there was also a hint of jealousy. Perhaps it was because of how into it she was or that he was doing belinged to me. I felt my dick swell as I watched her hand was wrap around his head and run her fingers through his hair.

Ethan then stood, acknowledged me and said, "do you mind if we switch places?" He wanted her on the bed. I got up from where I was seated, watching this guy we just met seduce my innocent wife. He led Marisol by the hand and led her to the bed. As they stood face to face next to the bed, his hands slid up her black dress and effortlessly removed her tiny, black thong. He then confidently ordered her to take off her dress. Gazing lustfully into his eyes, she obeyed his command. As it fell to the floor, Ethan eyes surveyed her beautiful body and unbuckled his belt.

Without saying a word, Marisol unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped them. The bulge in his boxers was obvious. My lovely wife carefully ran her fingers over the cotton fabric. She was no longer making eye contact with Ethan. She was laser focused on what was about to be revealed. She lowered herself to her knees. As she did, she tilted her head back and raised her eyes to his. It was as if she was seeking his permission to remove his underwear.

Marisol then inserted her fingers into Ethan's waistband and slid his boxers down. As she did, his cock sprung forth. It was not completely hard but it was still longer and thicker than what she had been accustomed to for the last fifteen years. My dick is about 6" long when fully erect. This guy's cock must have been at least 3 inches longer.

My dick however, was harder than it has ever been. This was the moment of truth. Was she really going to go through with this?

She placed both hands on the base of his shaft and softly began to kiss the large purple head of his manhood. Marisol's $10,000 diamond engagement ring was now wrapped around a strange cock. His precum glistened on her lips. She then slightly parted her lips and began sliding them up and down on the sides of his shaft. After about a minute of this, he let out a deep sound of approval and said to my once faithful wife, "take me in your mouth." Doing as she was told, Marisol complied. She angled his cock directly past her thick, beautiful lips and into her waiting mouth.

Her jaw opened and his tip disappeared. She took about a third of him down and raised her head back up. She went down again, this time swallowing about half his cock. I could tell it was an effort for her because her eyes strained and closed as she took him deeper. As she struggled to take more and more of this brand new cock, Ethan placed his hand on the back of her head and gently forced more of himself into her accommodating mouth. Watching my once faithful wife doing whatever she could to please another man was almost unbearable to watch. It struck a chord in me that I had never experienced before. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, and my stomach was churning. At the same time my dick was pulsing.

Ethan's grunts of pleasure grew louder and more intense the faster my innocent wife bobbed her head up and down on his massive cock. Without warning, he grabbed

her silky, straight brown hair and pulled himself out of her wanting mouth. "I want to taste you" said, Ethan as he motioned for her to get on the bed. As she did as she was told, Marisol made eye contact with me for the first time since they kissed. Her eyes were watery and they almost had a look of guilt in them. For a split second I questioned whether or not I should tell her to stop what she was doing. But I couldn't, I felt paralyzed.

Ethan removed his shirt and began kissing Marisol's belly. Her eyes were closed as he slowly made his way down to her glossy pussy. It was obvious that she was already soaking wet. My mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. Why did her pussy become so ready for a complete stranger? Did she even still love me? Was he going to make her cum? As his lips got closer to her mound, she spread her legs and raised her knees. Marisol was giving herself to him. I was stroking my rock hard dick and watching an older man go down on my beautiful wife.

Almost instinctively, I stood up and made my way to the side of the bed and postitioned my dick next to my wife's head. Ethan was licking her clit and sliding his toungue in and out of her swollen pussy. Her sounds of pleasure were nothing like I had never before induced. Out of a feeling of neglect, I moved my stiff penis toward her face and touched her chin. I wanted to be a participant in our first ever threesome. Her eyes opened, she stared into mine and simply shook her head and closed her eyes. Instead of blowing me, she took me in her hand and obligingly rubbed my dick. I stood next to the bed and watched Ethan continue his work. He was impressively working her button with his fingers and tongue. Marisol was getting close. Her breathing became became shorter and her moans deepened.

Her hand released my dick and with both hands free, she grabbed the back of Ethan's head and pulled him even closer into her pussy. Her neck bent back and her eyes opened wide as she came. Marisol's hips gyrated rhythmically and I knew from experience, Marisol was cumming. I also knew what was next. She NEEDED to be fucked. She has always told me that intercourse is always best after she orgasms. Understanding that he had just made my wife cum, Ethan moved up her body and forced his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed, Marisol used her hand to position his huge cock right at her opening. My loving wife broke their kiss and and softly said, "please, go slowly."

Ethan replied, "what do you want?"

Marisol whispered, "I want you inside me."

"don't tell me, tell your husband." Ethan said.

My wife turned her head, looked directly at me and begged, "I want his cock inside me, baby."

Not waiting for my reply, Ethan steadily glided his thick, 9" inch monster into the only love of my life. Marisol gasped and let out a whimper of pain. She had never had a cock of this size before and I could tell it was almost too much for her tight, little box. Ethan didn't go all the way in. Marisol's fingertips were pressing tightly against his thighs as if that would keep him from going deeper. It did not. The older gentleman began pumping into her pussy, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. Each time his cock slid out of her pussy, it was slick with her juices. Ethan picked up his pace and was now firmly pounding my wife.

I continued jacking off as I watched Ethan fuck my wife. It was sensory overload. It wasn't just the visual, it was the sounds my wife was making and the slapping sound that their bodies were producing. All I could think about was that I didn't want to cum too fast but it was too late. I came like I hadn't had a release in weeks.

But Ethan didn't, he kept slamming her. Marisol's mouth was wide open but there was no sound coming out. He then grabbed Marisol's left ankle and flipped her over. He was about to fuck my wife from behind. Marisol had always told me that it kind of hurt her when we did it doggy style because my dick went too deep. How could she possibly handle this?

When my wife's new "friend" got behind my her, he became an animal. Ethan's behavior changed. This was now all about his pleasure. He positioned the head of his cock between her stretched out lips and slammed into her. His fingers gripped her ass so hard that I could see her brown ass cheeks turning white under the pressure of his fingertips. Marisol squealed and she covered her mouth while he pounded away. He then released her ass and aggressively grabbed her by the hips. This man took it to another level. Marisol was no longer someone he was having sex with, she was being used as his personal fuck toy. As he fucked her harder and deeper, he grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back towards him. I could see her face. Her mascara was running down her cheeks and her eyes were fixated on the ceiling. Ethan's groans became louder and louder. It was clear that he was about to cum. Was he going to creampie my wife?

"Oh, god!" I thought.

He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her back with ease and released rope after rope of cum all over my wife's neck, face, and new lacey bra. Marisol was an absolute mess. She looked nothing like the sweet and classy wife I took to dinner just a few hours before. My wife looked like a porn star after who had just been used and abused.

Ethan got off of the bed and walked to the bathroom. Marisol looked at me and her eyes said it all. She looked vulnerable. She looked pitiful. She looked like a whore. She mouthed the words, "do you still love me?" I was filled with so many different emotions, I was not sure how to answer. Afterall, this was MY fantasy. Right?

I responded, "of course I do."

When Ethan exited the bathroom, He asked Marisol, "did you like that?" She sheepishly just nodded her head. He grabbed his clothes and started to get dressed. I went to get my wife a towel so she could clean herself up. As I returned to the bedroom, I gently placed the towel next to her. There was no conversation. After Ethan finished getting dressed, he reached into his wallet and pulled out his business card and placed it on the coffee table.

He announced that he was coming back to L. A. in June. He said, "Let's have some drinks when I come back."

With that, my wife's new lover left our room. Marislol averted her eyes from me as she scurried to the bathroom. She said in a soft voice, "I need a shower."

Sitting alone in our room, I began to think about what had just happened. Would our relationship ever be the same? Did I regret this? Did I force her to do this? Did she still love me?

I heard the water from the shower stop. The bathroom door opened and my wife stepped into the room. She had a towel wrapped around her body. Marisol said nothing. She slowly walked toward me and pressed her head into my chest. I embraced her. After what seemed like forever, She lifted her head and asked, "are you okay, baby?"

We will see.