We were on a three-day vacation in Goa, seeking a private and intimate getaway. To ensure our solitude, we booked a beach resort, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the waves and the warmth of the sun. Our first day was filled with multiple passionate sex sessions, but as the day progressed, my wife’s desire for something more intense and longer-lasting became increasingly evident. I could sense her craving, but unfortunately, I couldn’t sustain it for more than 15 to 20 minutes.
As the evening approached, we decided to take a break and indulge in some snacks at a nearby spot. It was there that we noticed a foreigner sitting at the table next to us. My wife couldn’t help but stare at him, her eyes fixed on his tall, fit physique and attractive features. When I caught her gaze, I playfully asked, “Do you like him?” She smiled mischievously and replied, “I’m just looking.” We finished our snacks and beer, then moved to the beachside seating area, enjoying the tranquil ambiance of the evening.
As fate would have it, the same guy sat down beside us, wearing only shorts that accentuated his athletic build. I couldn’t resist teasing my wife, saying in a humorous tone, “He could stroke you much harder.” I glanced into her eyes, and she smiled, her excitement palpable. She whispered, “Hope so,” but I overheard her. I asked, “Should I make arrangements for you?” She smiled again and said, “Just stop it.” We both chuckled and lay down on the couch, the tension between us growing thicker.
After a while, my wife turned to me and asked, “Are you comfortable with that?” I pulled her close, kissed her, and said, “I can do everything for your pleasure.” Her eyes sparkled, and she began rubbing my hand, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I thought to myself, “Let’s do something really wild tonight.” With that thought, I got up and approached the foreigner guy.
“Hello, man, where are you from?” I asked, breaking the ice.
“Hello, I’m from Scotland,” he replied, his accent music to my ears.
“For a solo vacation?” I inquired, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Yeah, I usually travel alone,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine.
I decided to be direct, saying, “My wife likes you, and she wants to make out with you.” The Scot’s expression changed, a mix of surprise and intrigue.
“Oh, man, is this a joke?” he asked, unsure of how to react.
I reassured him, “No, man, I’m serious.”
He seemed taken aback, possibly thinking it was some kind of scam. After a moment, he said, “Let me think about it.”
I understood his hesitation and gave him space. Later, he approached me and said, “I want to talk to her first.” I agreed and introduced him to my wife. They started talking, and as they conversed, he began to feel more at ease. Eventually, he agreed to our proposition, and we set a time for 10 PM.
My wife was both excited and nervous, as this was our first time exploring something like this. She wore a satin bra and a satin short skirt, looking stunning. She asked, “How do I look?” I teased, “The Scot guy will fuck you all night.” She smiled and kissed me, her anticipation growing.
At 9:45 pm, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find the Scot standing there, looking eager. I invited him in, and we all sat down, engaging in casual conversation. He brought a small gift for my wife, which she accepted with a blush. After a while, I asked, “Can we start?” The Scot nodded, “I’m ready,” and my wife responded with a enthusiastic “yes.”
The Scot got up and went to the bed, starting to kiss my wife. He began foreplay, kissing her lips, pressing her boobs, and kissing her stomach. I was getting excited, watching this unfold for the first time in our lives. My wife was becoming hornier by the minute. The Scot then started removing her clothes, and soon she was fully naked. He was naked too, his 7-inch-long cock ready to penetrate my wife. He pulled her to the edge of the bed in a missionary position and started inserting his cock into her pussy. My wife let out a slight scream, but he entered her gently.
I instructed, “Start slow.” The Scot began with romantic, gentle strokes. My wife held my hand and said, “Thank you for this.” I asked her, “Do you want it harder?” She replied, “Please tell him.” I said to the Scot, “Scot, fuck her harder now.” He increased the intensity of his strokes, and my wife enjoyed it immensely.
He then decided to change positions, flipping my wife into a doggy style position, with half her body on the bed and her legs on the floor. He started fucking her vigorously. My wife was in heaven, holding my cock in her hand.
The Scot stopped and asked her, “Which position do you like?” She replied, “Do whatever you like.” He then laid down on the bed on his back, took her legs onto his shoulders, and started fucking her. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment.
The Scot leaned towards her face, his knees beside her face. Initially, she was in trouble, but she managed to adjust. The Scot said, “Now you’ll experience my favorite position; just count the strokes.” I was very excited, and the Scot started pounding her pussy.
He gradually increased the speed, and soon both my wife and the Scot were bouncing on the bed. I asked my wife, “Is this hurting?” She said, “No, I like it.” I told the Scot, “She wants you to fuck her even harder.” The Scot started pounding her more vigorously.
My wife forgot to count the strokes, and the Scot asked, “How many strokes have I done?” She replied, “I don’t know; just continue.” After some time, the Scot finished, exhausted, and came out.
The Scot got up and started wearing his clothes, and my wife pulled a bedsheet over herself, lying down on the bed. The Scot and I finished a beer together, exchanged numbers, and he took his leave.
I asked my wife, “How was the experience? Was it hard enough?” She said, “It’s sufficient for now, but I think he can do more positions.” I suggested, “We can invite him tomorrow as well.” She smiled and started sucking my cock. I was charged, and we had a 20-minute sex session. She continuously whispered in my ear, “Fuck hard, faster, don’t stop.” I fucked her pussy very hard.
My wife slept very quietly and happily afterward. This was the end of our fantastic story, a night that we would always remember, a night that opened doors to new experiences and desires.