Our host and our first time... Part I

We were walking one afternoon my husband and I along the fifth avenue of Playa del Carmen. We visited each local artisan shop while looking for a pleasant restaurant to have dinner. After finishing our tour, we found a lamp-making and decoration establishment. We entered to appreciate their displays and almost immediately a boy approached us to explain in detail the design concept of each piece. He was an Argentine young man, handsome and confident, with a charming smile and accent in his voice tone that made my legs wobble. I felt a shiver run down my back when that handsome young man smiled at us with a mix of friendliness and mischief. I was enchanted. The boy was too kind to us while showing and explaining each of his works in detail. With a gesture of kindness, he asked where we were from in Mexico, to which we responded: From the central region of the country. As a good host, he didn't hesitate for a second to recommend places to eat, even bars and clubs to keep the party going. It was so much chemistry between the three of us that, without hesitation, he offered to give us a tour of the best clubs in the city. I still remember how I turned to look at my husband, expecting him to take the decision and accept the offer. The expression on my face sent clear signals like: -What are you waiting for to say yes? I love this guy! This could be our opportunity to give in to what I had proposed to myself... Months ago, after a family party, my husband confessed his desire to share me with another boy, to which I responded with a No!. When we left that party, already inside the car; he confessed that the DJ hadn't missed a single moment of when I got up and returned to my seat at my place, and it's because I remember that afternoon, after lunch we had place all the chairs in the garden, forming a semicircle in front of the DJ's table and we had agreed to be right in front of him, about seven or eight meters away, I was wearing a short dress stuck to my body, white with horizontal stripes in black. It was then that my husband shared every detail of when I got up without the care that girls like us should have with dresses like this: - Every time you got up from your seat, your underwear could be seen. A situation that my husband confirmed when he approached the side of the DJ and could confirm that in seconds those careless moments allowed my underwear to remain exposed when I crossed my legs or stopped for a moment from my place, scene that instead of bothering him and warning me, preferred to share without any problem. Despite his argument, I continued with my posture towards my round no. I must admit that the sex we had that night in the apartment was spectacular, my husband was another man in bed, more intense, more ardent, he devoured me completely, without taboos, repeating himself more than once how much it excited him that another man could see what maybe nobody else, his strong thrusts, hard, delicious, addictive. At the same time that he shared his lowest instincts with me, he spanked me in a way so intense that the heat was confused with pleasure to the point where I had three incredible orgasms, one after the other, to the point where I had to stop because I felt intense urges to urinate, I was exhausted but at the same time very excited, my vagina couldn't take it anymore... After some months and as a result of his insistence and persuasion ability, I agreed to please him ... but unfortunately for him, it hadn't been easy to find someone we were sure would be the right person... beginners in the end. Time passed, a couple of timid dates with possible brochures and for some reason we couldn't consolidate. Maybe this would be the guy we were looking for... I was determined and my body more than ready. So finally my husband managed to understand my message and took the word, accepted the invitation. They agreed to meet us later in the lobby of the hotel where we were staying. In the end, we didn't buy anything, I left the place very blushed, nervous, stumbling... a behavior unusual for me that my husband must have recognized immediately, nothing different from that afternoon at a bar where the owner, a colleague of my husband's, treated me like royalty when we visited his bar for the first time. I remember perfectly how I took the courage and initiative to tell my husband straight out and in the eyes: -With that guy, without hesitation, I would accept your proposal to share me with another man. It had come from me, it had left my mouth, full of nerves, but I had told my husband, without shame and between stutters, it was me who was touching his proposal that I had rejected outright months earlier due to my conservative family upbringing. I can remember my husband's face; his eyes were filled with morbid curiosity, like when a father promises a son he'll buy him the latest gadget, something like that. Without having thought about it, he had already accepted his proposal. A few steps away from returning to the hotel, my husband made his first comment: -What if it is him?. I understood without further ado, we were connected, both my husband and I were full of nervousness, inexperienced in the subject, to which I responded resignedly: Whatever happens, let it happen...