An party in Ibiza changed both my wifes live and mine forever. What started as a party turned into the most exciting afternoon we’ve ever experienced. An afternoon that made our wildest fantasies come true.
I still don’t know exactly how it all happened, and I certainly didn’t expect it.
Stephanie and I have been together for 16 years. We’re a bit older, but we look good and fit.
Stephanie is a classic beauty. She’s always been a heavy exerciser. Her body is beautifully slim, with lovely feminine curves. She has wonderful small breasts with lovely, firm nipples. I find nothing more exciting than playing with her beautiful body and watch her getting turned on more and more. With her wild blonde hair, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips, she looks like a stylish movie star. Wherever she goes, she’s admired by both men and women. Men often try to seduce her, but she rarely responds and usually doesn’t even realize it happening.
I’m certainly not as handsome as Stephanie, but I am an attractive man. I’m medium height, in good shape, and I have a nice, cheerful smile. We’re very fond of each other, and our sex life has always been good. Not very wild, but intense and passionate. We enjoyed making love, cherishing each other, and getting increasingly aroused together. Then, after a long session, we’d have intense orgasms together.
But in recent years, that’s changed. Stephanie’s desire for sex has diminished, and when it does happen, I have to work harder and harder to arouse her and make her climax. Usually, the only way I succeed is when I tell her a naughty erotic story. Or when she uses her Satisfyer. We’ve talked about this a lot, and she says it has nothing to do with her love for me. “It just feels like my passion has disappeared,” she says. But when I tell her an erotic fantasy, that passion comes back. She can then have a violent, convulsive orgasm. So the passion is still there, but unfortunately, she feels it less with me…
She is most excited by stories in which she is raped. A fantasy in wich man follows her, grabs her from behind, and simply takes her. In the fantasy, she says she doesn’t want him to and protests. Yet her arousel increases and she gets hornier and wetter. The whole idea excites her so much that she soon comes with violent jerks and moans.
We agreed to go to Ibiza for a week, partly hoping to rediscover our passion for each other. The first few days were lovely, but not much had changed sexually, and after four days we still hadn’t made love.
To get to know the island a bit, we traveled around, from hotel to hotel. And so, on day four, we ended up at The Can Club. A super nice hotel in the heart of the island. It had a beautiful, large garden with scattered cottages. In the middle, there was a large swimming pool with a trendy cocktail bar and a DJ. Around the pool were large lounge chairs, covered with beautiful colorful cushions. Big enough for several people to lie on.
We immediately noticed that the hotel was full of beautiful people. The owner said that many dancers from the Ibiza clubs came to chill at the hotel.
We were in luck, because on the first day there was a party. “It can get a bit wild,” the owner said. “Do you think you can handle that?” We laughed a bit and said something like, “Great, bring it on.”
We explored our little house. The idea of the wild party turned me on, and I felt a huge urge to have sex with Stephanie. But as so often in recent years, she turned me down. “Let’s go to the party,” she said. “Okay,” I replied. “But with so many beautiful people and a wild party, maybe we should just let each other go for once.” Stephanie looked at me with surprise, but I saw curiosity in her eyes. “What do you mean?” she asked. “Well, maybe this is your chance to rediscover your excitement. Let’s just agree that we can do whatever we want today.”
I was already getting excited at the thought and I became aroused. Stephanie noticed it. “Okay,” she said. “You just do whatever you really want today.” She came over and kissed me wetly on the mouth. “
And what about you?”
“You know, I don’t really care.”
She turned around and walked out in her swimsuit. She looked incredibly sexy.
We walked to the pool. The sun was shining brightly and it was nice and warm. Not too hot, thankfully. On the way, I picked up two drinks. We looked for a lounge bed, and the cool vibe of the party and the music quickly took hold of us.
Beautiful people with gorgeous bodies were dancing on or near their lounge beds to the DJ’s lounge music. I was amazed because I’d never seen so many beautiful people together in my life.
Stephanie loved it. She’s very sociable, and she soon joined a group that was chilling on the bed next to us. She moved on to the neighbors. First, she talked for a while with two beautiful women: one with brown, wavy hair, and a gorgeous woman with a dark, glowing skin, wild, frizzy hair, and an incredibly beautiful and sensual body. She was dancing by the bed. I made eye contact with the dark-skinned woman. She smiled and flirted with me a little, beckoning me to join her. I went over to her. We danced a bit together to the relaxing music, and she casually placed a hand on my shoulder. I saw Stephanie had sat down on the bed. She was talking to a man. I couldn’t see him clearly, but I could tell he had a brown skin. He placed a hand on Stephanie’s arm and played with his fingers over her skin. She smiled at him, and I saw a twinkling tension in her eyes. I wondered if she liked him.
“I’m Pamela,” said the woman I was dancing with as she moved closer to me.
I looked at her body. She was the kind of woman every man dreams of. Beautiful, full breasts, and… just a wonderful, exciting body. She danced very sensually and calmly. I felt excitement pulsating through me and had to control myself from getting an erection. After a minute or two of dancing, Pamela turned around. She pressed her back and buttocks against mine, and with her arms raised over her head, she grabbed my head. She pulled me close, and her mouth came to my ear. “Do you think I’m beautiful?” she asked. Her bare back leaned against my chest and stomach, and she gently rubbed my cock with her buttocks. I couldn’t hold back anymore; I grew harder and harder. “Oh yes,” I said. “You’re incredibly beautiful. irresistable.”
My cock was now so hard it was pressing against her buttocks.
“I can feel,” she said, and as she continued to gently rub her buttocks against me, she tongued my ear. I turned my face toward her, and our lips touched. She had a large, full mouth with soft lips. We kissed, gently at first, our mouths gradually opening, and our tongues played softly. with each other.
She turned toward me, and as we kissed more sensually and deeply, I felt her hand on my stomach. It slowly slid lower and lower. First over my navel, lower and lower, and then over my penis. She gently caressed my cock and my balls. My hands slid over her bare back and her buttocks.
Her hand moved up again, and she wanted to slide it into my pants.
I was startled by my own excitement. Stephanie had said I could do whatever I wanted, but in reality, women aren’t so easy, and I was afraid of her reaction. I pulled away from Pamela. She looked at me with surprise. “Don’t you like it?” “Yes, I really do, but I’m here with my wife.”
Pamela laughed, leaned toward me, and her tongue licked my mouth.
“You don’t know what you’re missing… If you’re looking for her, she’s in the pool.”
She turned away from me and walked away, swaying her hips.
Surprised, I looked around. Where was Stephanie? She wasn’t by the lounge bed anymore. My eyes wandered to the pool, and what I saw there left me speechless.
Stephanie was standing in the pool, up to her breasts in water. Opposite her, or rather, leaning against her, stood a man. He had dark skin; it must have been the man she’d been talking to earlier. He had his arms on her shoulders. Stephanie had her hands on his shoulders, and they were dancing quietly in the water. I saw him speaking softly in her ear, and she was laughing. Their bodies were close together, and I saw my wife’s nipples were hard. I couldn’t see what was happening underwater, but in my imagination, I saw his body gently gliding along hers.
He was handsome. Tall, muscular, and slightly tanned. He had long, curly dark hair, held back with an elastic band.
The situation turned me on immensely. But I also felt a pang of jealousy. I really hadn’t expected this. My timid wife was seduced by a man she didn’t know, whom she’d met maybe 10 minutes earlier. I wanted to jump in the water, pull him off her, and ask her what the hell she was doing. But I didn’t, of course not. I watched them for a while.
Stephanie was completely focused on the man holding her. It was as if the world around her had ceased to exist. I watched them grow more and more intimate. He ran his hands down her back, pulling her closer and closer. His right hand slid down her back. His hand disappeared under the water. First over her buttocks, but I could see from his arm that his hand was moving to her stomach. Deeper and deeper under the water, he was almost inevitably caressing her lower abdomen and pussy.
I was so aroused, so torn by completely conflicting emotions, that I couldn’t look away. Their faces brushed against each other, and as they moved sensually against each other in the water, their lips touched. I saw Stephanie open her mouth and lick his lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth, and their tongues touched.
I’d told Stephanie she was free today, that she could do whatever she wanted. But nothing in me expected her to actually do it. My beautiful wife, who never really craved intimacy anymore, was suddenly the wonderful, sensual, and physical woman I’d fallen in love with and longed for so much.
I felt a sharp pang of jealousy and disgust and turned away. As I turned around, I noticed my cock was rock hard.
I looked around, and what I saw was unbelievable. In the ten minutes or so since I’d started dancing with Pamela, the party had really gotten going. Everywhere I saw beautiful bodies, more or less, or sometimes completely naked. I saw bodies sliding against each other, hands exploring bodies, and bodies entwined.
On a nearby bed, three people were making out. A man lay against a woman’s back, seemingly inside her, gently fucking her. Meanwhile, the woman was kissing another woman.
On the next bed was a naked woman. Blond with a curvy body. Another woman was kissing and licking her leg. When she licked her pussy a few seconds later, a shiver ran through the blonde woman. And so it continued. Some people were dancing together, others were engaged in sensual and sexual play.
I was all alone and walked back to our lounge bed. My eyes searched for Pamela. If Stephanie could kiss another man, and maybe even have sex, then I would… There she was. She was still dancing. Now with another man. The same way I’d danced with her, but hotter. They were kissing passionately, and he had a hand in her panties. She writhed, and it was clear she was going to come soon. I’d missed my chance.
For a moment, I considered leaving, going to our cottage and crawling into bed alone. But I wanted to see what Stephanie was doing. I wanted to see her excitement, and I felt my own. I walked back to the pool. Stephanie leaned against the edge, and with her legs wrapped around him, they stood kissing. He moved his lower body rhythmically against her, and for a moment I thought he was fucking her right there, in the pool. But their bodies parted from the edge.
There was a stone staircase in front of our bed. While they were kissing, they walked over. She with her legs around him and he with his hands under her bottom. That’s how he lifted her up the steps.
They walked right past me. I felt the water dripping from her body splash against my legs. But she didn’t see me. She saw nothing, except the man lifting her to the bed.
I had a good look at him now. He looked a bit rough, with wild hair. A bit of a beard on his dark skin. He was in his mid-thirties. He had tattoos on his muscular arms and back. A wildly handsome man, and I could imagine Stephanie falling for him in an instant.
He laid her down by the bed. She fell back onto the pillows, keeping her legs around him. That’s when she noticed me.
As he crawled toward her, his face getting closer to hers, she kept looking at me. Her gaze was questioning. As if I had to give her permission to continue. I felt torn. I was incredibly grateful for her excitement, but I also felt insecurity and jealousy. And fear of losing her. But most of all, I was happy to finally see my wife truly aroused again.
All the resistance, all the inhibitions that had dominated her for the past few years seemed to have vanished. I smiled at her and nodded that it was okay. She smiled back, turned her face toward him, and kissed him again. She had forgotten the world around her.
The next hour was the most exciting and horniest I’ve ever experienced. I can literally remember every second, every movement.
The man pulled away from Stephanie. She lay on the bed with her eyes closed. One hand on his chest, the other above her head. He took off her swimsuit and stroked her body. Both his hands ran over her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her legs. He opened her legs and kissed her thighs.
Stephanie grabbed his head with one hand. She ran her fingers through his hair. He kissed her pussy, and she gently lifted her buttocks. He tasted her and licked her lips. She began to twist her hips. He licked her, his fingers parting her lips. I saw his tongue moving up and down, faster and faster.
His hand moved between her buttocks, his fingers brushing her ass, and I saw him thrust two fingers into her. Stephanie’s eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. She began to buck her hips harder and harder.
I used to lick her too, now and then, but she wasn’t so keen on that anymore. That was completely different now. She seemed lost in lust, his fingers in her pussy and his tongue playing with her. She began to shake violently and with her eyes closed she came with a moan.
It was her first orgasm; there would be several more.
Meanwhile, I had sat on the edge of the bed so I could see everything.
The man came up and knelt between her spread legs. He bent forward and put his fingers in her mouth and Stephanie licked them.
She ran her hands over his chest, down his stomach to his pants, and with her right hand, she stroked his cock. Stephanie felt him, and I saw her eyes open in surprise. She looked down. I saw why… She pulled his pants down, took his cock out of his pants and stroked him with both hands. He was big, both wide and long. And hard, rock hard. While Stephanie stroked him, he took off his pants. She ran her hands along his cock, over his shaved balls, and back again. Up and down.
She looked at him, and I saw lust and surprise in her eyes. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his cock inside her, and she pulled her legs up. He grabbed her legs and gently spread them further apart.
His cock was now pressing against her pussy, and she continued to stroke him with her hands. When he entered her lips, she shuddered slightly. He entered her. Very slowly.
But no matter how excited, how horny Stephanie was, his cock was big. Too big for her at first. And while she continued stroking his cock with her right hand, she placed her left hand on his chest, signaling him to go slow and gentle.
The man slowly went deeper and deeper into her. Stephanie began to breathe more deeply, her eyes closed. When he was halfway inside her, he really started to fuck her. Slowly and gently at first. Stephanie moved with him, like an erotic dance, and with each stroke, he went deeper.
Stephanie began to moan softly with each thrust; she now had both hands on his chest. With each thrust, she moved her hips against him, and he went deeper and deeper.
It was breathtaking to see. I wondered what she felt. How full this must be, how deep and full.
He was now completely inside her and began fucking faster with short, hard thrusts. Stephanie seemed out of this world. She grabbed him, pulled him toward her, and they kissed. Wet, deep kisses. She licked his face and she spread her legs even wider.
I felt someone sit down next to me. It was Pamela. “Do you really like looking at your wife?” she asked. I nodded. Pamela was naked. She pushed me back onto the bed. “Are you maybe a little jealous? Should I comfort you?”
She took off my swimsuit, sat on top of me, and rubbed her pussy along my cock.
We were now lying Stephanie and the man that fucked her. Their sex was getting more and more intense. And while Pamela and I watched them, she slowly slid her pussy down onto my cock. Oh, she was so good. Wet and tight at the same time.
Pamela leaned forward, and I thought she was going to kiss me. But she went to Stephanie and started kissing her. First on her cheek, then on her mouth. Stephanie looked at her for a moment, and they began a wet, passionate kiss. Pamela took Stephanie’s hand and placed it on her breasts. Stephanie began to caress them. I am sure it was the first time in her life she caressed an other woman’s breasts.
Meanwhile, I was gently fucking Pamela. Quietly and gently. Very different from Stephanie and the man. He was on his knees between her legs and was thrusting fast, hard, and deep into her. Sometimes he slowed down, taking his cock all the way out of her, just to penetrate her again with one movement and very deep. With every thrust, her whole body shook.
While Pamela and Stephanie were kissing, Pamela took her hand. She led it down. Stephanie now felt along her stomach and her pubic hair. I felt her fingers brush against my cock. I pulled out of Pamela, and Stephanie’s fingers entered her.
Pamela got off me and turned toward Stephanie, her back and buttocks facing me. The women were still kissing passionately, and she ran her hand over Stephanie’s body. I slid my cock between her cheeks and entered her again. As I fucked her, I felt Stephanie’s fingers sliding over Pamela’s pussy and my cock. It turned me on immensely, and I knew I was going to come soon.
The man was still on his knees between Stephanie’s legs. He lifted her buttocks with his hands, and I watched his cock thrust hard and deep into her. I could tell from his face that he was about to come soon.
Then something happened that I’d never seen with Stephanie before. She was being fucked as hard as she’d ever experienced. His cock was so big that she felt it deep inside her. She later told me she hadn’t known it could feel so wonderfully good, and that it felt like her whole body was about to come. Stephanie was now moaning loudly with every thrust, her legs high in the air. Pamela rubbed Stephanie’s breasts and nipples vigorously and kept kissing and licking her. Meanwhile, I still felt Stephanies hand touching Pamela’s pussy and my cock.
Then it happened. Without fingering herself, and without any tools, Stephanie’s body began to convulse. She came. Wildly, almost screaming. Her legs were shaking, her fase turned red red and her body was writhing. She bucked her hips against the man, and with his cock deep, deep inside her, she had the most intense orgasm of her life. It felt like wild waves crashing through her entire body.
He came too. Moaning wildly. She told me later that she felt his cum squirting like a warm wave deep inside her pussy.
He was still fucking her wildly.
Stephanie’s body wouldn’t settle. It seemed like she was having orgasm after orgasm. She clawed her hands into his back.
“Oh, stop,” she said after a minute. “Please, stop.”
He lowered his pace but stayed inside her.
She was still moaning, and her body kept moving uncontrollably. She looked at him and kissed him.
Meanwhile, Pamela stood up and pulled out from between us. I was about to come, but I controlled myself.
Stephanie turned her face toward me and looked at me. Her eyes watered, her gaze dazed. My beautiful, beautiful wife. The most beautiful thing I’d ever owned was lying with another man deep inside her, now wanting me inside. She grabbed my face and kissed me.
The man was still gently fucking her.
“Was it good?” I asked.
She laughed. “Yes. My god. This isn’t normal.”
Our kissing turned wet and intense.
The man understood that the adventure was over for him, and he pulled out of her. She looked at him and pulled him toward her. They kissed again. With her tongue gently in his mouth.
He pulled away from her.
She turned to me. “Now I want to fuck you.”
She hadn’t said that to me in years.
My cock was still rock hard. She slid against me, and I slid between her lips.
She was wet, soaking wet. With her own juices and his cum.
I slid into her. She was soft, warm, I felt the juices running down my cock and my balls. We kissed sweetly yet passionately, holding each other tightly, we fucked, passionate but gently.
She moved her hand to her pussy and while we fucked and kissed, she fingered herself.
Just before she came, she looked at me.
“I love you,” she said. She closed her eyes, began to moan loudly, and we came together.
