“Let’s go to the bar,” said Stefan, loosening his tie. We had just returned from the restaurant and were now in our hotel room relieving ourselves of the unnecessary clothing. I liked to watch Stefan when he didn’t feel like he was being watched and first loosened his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt. Since we got married three years ago, we had become more familiar with each day of our marriage and our love had not diminished in the slightest. I took off my evening dress and stretched out on the bed in just my underwear. “I’m still going to change,” I said, “the stockings are too hot for me if we’re not in an air-conditioned restaurant.” “You can just wear lingerie if you like,” laughed Stefan, his eyes flashing as they always did when he was thinking about something naughty. Then his expression became more serious: “You’re beautiful, have I told you that before?” “Many times, my darling, but you can tell me as often as you want. I always like to hear it.”
I was indeed blessed with a beautiful body. My thighs and butt were well-shaped, my breasts were still firm and my skin was beautifully tanned and tight. I enjoyed casually showing off my body and feeling the gazes of others on me, even strangers, not just Stefan’s. He probably knew it and I sensed that the attention made him more proud than jealous. I put on a short summer dress, decided not to wear a bra because the dress fell nicely over my breasts, and put on my open high heels. Stefan had kept his trousers on and only swapped his jacket and long shirt for one with short sleeves. So we made our way out of the hotel room to the hotel bar by the pool. In the elevator, Stefan put his hand on my butt, pulled me towards him, kissed me and said: “You look gorgeous and damn sexy”.
The elevator door opened and an older couple got in, while we just looked at each other with sparkling eyes. The hotel bar was well attended, Latin American music was playing from the speakers and the mostly well-dressed guests mingled around the round bar and at the standing tables. All the seating areas seemed to be taken, so we also sat at a standing table. “White wine?” asked Stefan… “Yes, of course,” I replied and watched him try to fight his way through the hustle and bustle to the bar, when suddenly I felt a hand on my bare shoulder: “Good evening, lovely lady.” A good-looking man was standing next to me and our eyes met immediately. He had dark hair, a three-day beard and a very masculine face, as well as broad shoulders and strong arms. His gaze wandered over my breasts and back up again and captivated me.
“Are you here all alone?” “No, my husband is just getting our drinks, he should be back soon!” “How brave of him, leaving such a beautiful woman like you here all alone.” His eyes flashed at me and his hand wandered from my shoulder, over my back to my hip, until he pulled it away. His calm, self-assured manner was incredibly sexy and even though he showed his intentions in an almost cheeky way, I still felt incredibly attracted to him. “I’m Raul, and this is my second time here in Ibiza. I have a lovely holiday home nearby!” “Yes? So what are you doing here at the hotel bar?” “Well, they have the best cocktails and the most beautiful women here?” He smiled, which made him even more attractive. God, what a man!
He engaged me in conversation, and I increasingly found myself flirting and enjoying the way his eyes kept gliding over my breasts, when suddenly Stefan stood next to me with the drinks. I laughed a little nervously and felt a little caught out, and kissed him hastily, but Stefan was completely calm, introduced himself to Raul and just said that he had reserved a seat for us in a corner. He took me by the hand and walked ahead, while Raul walked behind me and I could practically feel his gaze on my shapely bottom. We sat down at a round table and talked. Actually, only Stefan and Raul were talking, while I became a little thoughtful, felt the wine making me sluggish, and kept looking at Raul.
He was a completely different type to Stefan. While Stefan was blond with short hair, always clean-shaven, always well-groomed, athletic but very slim, Raul had dark hair and something wild about him. His incredibly self-assured manner made him incredibly sexy in every movement of his hand and in every word he said. “I’ll get some more wine,” I said and slowly walked to the bar, knowing that both men’s eyes were fixed on my bottom, and then leaned forward a little at the bar. When I came back, I crossed my legs, my dress slipping up and revealing my brown thighs. Raul looked at me and then turned back to Stefan. The two of them were now talking about real estate and what you have to consider when buying it, while with every sip of wine the idea of sleeping with Raul came over me. What is his build like? What does his strong body feel like?
And as I was lost in these thoughts, I suddenly felt a hand on my leg. Stefan was sitting too far away, so it had to be Raul. I wanted to resist, but somehow I couldn’t and felt his hand slide up, over my calves to my knee and over my thighs. Damn, that felt good! But suddenly he pulled his hand from my leg, stood up and said, “Please excuse me for a moment!” “Of course,” said Stefan and then turned to me: “Raul is a nice guy! Really very nice! And good looking, right? Tell me, what do you think about the idea of us inviting him to our hotel room?” I actually wanted to say yes straight away, but then I said uncertainly: “What do you mean, honey?” “You know what I mean,” in his eyes there was that sparkle again that he always had when he was thinking about something naughty. He meant it.
“I want to see you with him. Now let’s go upstairs together.” I took a sip of wine, then looked at him and smiled. Raul didn’t need to be asked twice and followed us to the hotel room. Even on the way there I could feel an incredible erotic tension in the air. When we got to the room, Stefan opened the minibar and made himself a drink. “Will you make me one too?” I asked him, but he answered: “No, my darling, there’s something else for you.” “And what?” I asked. Then Raul suddenly pulled me strongly towards him and said: “Me!” And kissed me. His hands wandered purposefully to my bottom and he pulled my dress over it and grabbed my bare buttocks. I couldn’t resist and didn’t want to anymore. Raul kissed me everywhere and pushed the straps of my dress over my shoulders and exposed my breasts, then immediately pampered them with his tongue.
I moaned and closed my eyes. Then he laid me on the bed and with a jerk pulled the dress down my legs completely off, as well as my thong. I looked at Stefan, who was sitting on a chair with his drink and looking at me, while I felt Raul moving up the inside of my thighs until he finally kissed my pussy. I moaned and put a finger in my mouth, while Stefan now ran one hand over his pants and looked at me with sparkling eyes. Then he took it out, it was already hard and full and I just moaned: “Put it in my mouth!” “Not yet, honey,” he said. “I want to watch a little longer!” Raul licked me faster now and I felt myself getting very wet until all I could moan was “Fuck me!”
Raul sat up, took off his pants with the same calmness and self-confidence he had shown before, and a beautiful, thick, plump, stiff penis appeared. “Do you want to feel this hot, thick, big cock inside you, honey?” Stefan asked me from the side. “Yes!” I moaned. And so Raul leaned over me, held my legs wide apart and slowly pushed his big cock into me. I looked down and saw how this thick, delicious cock slowly disappeared inside me until I leaned back again, moaning, and felt it deep inside me. That felt incredibly hot. He moved very slowly, but the feeling was still incredibly intense. I looked at Stefan, who had his hard cock in his hand and was looking at me lasciviously.
“That feels so hot, darling,” I moaned and looked deeply at Stefan, while Raul pushed me up a little each time he penetrated me. At some point Raul turned onto his back and pushed me up with it. I sat on him, with my butt facing Stefan, and now moved on Raul’s thick cock, looking over my shoulder at Stefan and holding my butt cheeks apart. “I still have two holes free for you, darling. Don’t you want to join in?” Stefan’s cock got even harder and Raul said, “God, your wife feels so hot!” Stefan stood up, took off his clothes and finally put his hard cock in my mouth, while I rode Raul harder and made him moan too. I was just about to change position when Stefan simply pulled his cock out of my mouth, stepped behind us and pushed me down onto Raul.
Then I felt him stroking my asshole. I stopped my movements and waited expectantly when I suddenly felt him slowly pushing his cock into my ass. “Well, do you like having two cocks in you? Does that feel great?” Stefan asked me. It felt damn hot and so I was fucked by two hard cocks until Stefan came in my asshole and while I sucked the last of the cum off his cock, Raul fucked me hard from behind until he came on my ass with a loud moan. “Clean it up!” Stefan said and so I turned to Raul and took this huge cock in my mouth to lick it clean. That same night I did it again with Raul, then with Stefan, with the bystander watching each time. That was the first time I had a threesome in my marriage and I hope we get the chance to have such an adventure again.
