Fantasy 125

That day was a typical weekend evening. Our kid had gone for a sleepover at a friend's house, leaving just my wife and me at home. We had a simple dinner and planned to watch something on Netflix, but as we ate, we ended up sharing a bottle of wine and chatting. My wife isn't much of a drinker, but she enjoys a glass or two and loves talking.

We talked about various things, including our surroundings and our kid. Eventually, we reminisced about our trip to a nude resort in Spain. I mentioned that I'd like to go again and maybe even visit wilder places like sex clubs in Paris or Cap d'Agde in southern France. My wife didn't seem opposed to the idea.

"I felt a true sense of freedom there," I said. "It was like shedding all the world's prejudices and constraints. Taking off a swimsuit may seem trivial, but baring myself in front of all those people felt like bungee jumping."

"That's true... I felt a bit liberated taking off my swimsuit at the pool," she agreed. It was clear she had enjoyed that moment. The resort had a rule: Clothing was optional at the beach, but you had to be naked around the pool. So she didn't take off her bikini at the beach but had to when entering the pool area. I didn't tell her before taking her to the pool area.

At first, she felt really awkward seeing so many naked people as we searched for a lounge chair by the pool. The place was packed, but we finally found an empty spot. As soon as we sat down, I told her the resort rules and asked her to take off her bikini, which made her pause. When I offered to help, she said she'd do it herself, lay down, and untied her bikini top. Then she asked me to help take off her bottom and put on some sunscreen.

As I moved closer to her, I noticed a guy lying in front of us, staring at my wife like he was excited about what was happening. I nodded at him and started applying sunscreen, deliberately teasing her. The guy was super close, less than a meter away, able to see her pubic hair string. I whispered to my wife about the guy staring, and she shrugged it off, saying it was probably his first time seeing an Asian woman naked. She tried to stay calm, but I told her to relax. I spread her legs a bit and applied sunscreen to her inner thighs, noticing she was getting turned on, soaking wet. I kept teasing her, letting sunscreen trickle down from her asshole provocatively. When I looked back at the guy, he was watching intently.

I told her to spread legs more and she did. It feels really good to get the sprinkling sunlight all over the most private parts of the body, which obviously makes horny after all. She definitely enjoyed it.

Anyway, I continued.

"Do you have any sexual fantasies?" I asked. She gave me a look, questioning why I was asking.

"Why do you want to know? A fantasy is just that--a fantasy."

"Knowing might make things a bit better... not that it would change much."

"What's your fantasy?" she asked. I thought for a moment, decided to be honest since we were a bit tipsy.

"I have many: threesomes, group sex, visiting a sex club, swinging with another couple, you going braless and panty-less in public, greeting my friends at home without a bra or panties, watching you with someone else, couple massages leading to sex, having sex on a nude beach, you being surrounded by men, me having sex with another woman in front of you, mutual masturbation, and so on."

"You want to turn me into a complete slut?"

"No, it's about enjoying more. It's not like we'd do it with just anyone, and condoms make it safer. Think of it like shaking hands. Didn't you have other partners before we got married?"

"That's different! It's not the same as a married woman behaving like that."

"If your husband is okay with it, what's the issue?"

"Are you using me as an excuse to fulfill your fantasies?"

"It's just a fantasy. It would be nice to experience at least one before we die. We did go to a nude resort and got naked in front of others. It's all about perspective."

She thought for a moment. "So, which couple would you swing with?"

"Why, are you interested?" I laughed.

"I just want to know what kind of woman you're into."

"What about XX's wife?"

"Really? Her?"

"It's not about liking her. We've known each other for over 30 years, and I feel we could continue seeing each other without awkwardness even after something like that."

"Keeping the secret is important too."

She spoke as if we had already done it, so I asked her about her fantasy.

"I'll have to think about it."

"Don't be ridiculous. Everyone has fantasies. You can tell me now. I don't mind."

"You don't love me."

"I knew you'd say that. It's not about love. It's just like shaking hands."

"How can you compare sex with shaking hands?"

"If there are no emotions or attachments, what's the big deal? I don't mind."

"Don't assume I'll feel the same. If you fool around like that, I'll kill you both."

We continued talking more freely and opened another bottle of wine.

"Let's stop drinking. I want to have a romantic evening," my wife said, seemingly aroused by our fantasy talk.

"Okay, just one more glass."

As I poured the wine, she went to the bedroom, and soon I heard the shower. I quickly went to the other bathroom, had a quick shower, and returned.

When I finished my wine, she called me. She was lying naked on the bed. "Come over!"

I quickly undressed and joined her. She started by giving me a blowjob, and I thought of another fantasy.

"Show me how you do it alone."

"I don't do it alone."

"Don't lie. Show me. Let's do it together."

She let go of me and lay back, watching me. "You start, I'll watch," she said, spreading her legs and touching her breast.

I began to stroke myself slowly.

"Let's do what we talked about."

"What should I do?"

"Spread your legs and show me your pussy."

She followed my instructions, touching her clitoris and showing me her wetness.

"Do it like you do it alone," I said, increasing my pace. She continued touching herself expertly, eyes closed and moaning softly.

"Talking about our fantasies was a good idea, wasn't it?"

She didn't answer, just continued pleasuring herself.

"Thinking about another man inside you makes me more excited," I said, teasing her.

"No, you're crazy."

"Just imagine teasing him without a bra. You'd be soaked."

"I'm almost there, hurry," she said.

Her words aroused me more, and I touched her nipple and breast while masturbating. I climaxed on her stomach and continued rubbing against her until she also climaxed.

Afterward, as we lay together, she asked, "Do you like waxing?"

"Yes, it's clean and comfortable."

"I want to try, but I have a C-section scar."

"The scar is above the hairline. Who are you showing it to?"

"Maybe I'll start with shaving?"

"Sure, let's do it together."

I went to the shower. I got a warm towel, shaving cream, and a razor.

"Go slow, I want to see the shape," she said, but I intended to shave it all.

Using the towel to soften the hair, I applied shaving cream and began. She didn't resist and even spread her legs a bit.

"Let's finish it all," I said, and she nodded.

I continued shaving around her clitoris and labia, stimulating her. She started getting wet.

"You get wet when aroused," I said.

"It's from earlier. Just finish," she replied.

After shaving, I cleaned her with the towel and admired her smooth skin. I suggested we try 69.

"Can you go again?"

"Yes, just do it well. I want to taste something new," I said.

Her freshly shaved area was incredibly smooth. It felt like kissing lips.

"This is so smooth. You should consider laser hair removal."

She didn't reply, just continued with the oral.

We finished the night trying new things, and it felt like the most sexually advanced day of my life. I hoped it was the same for her