A BEAUTIFUL WIFE

A little about me. I'm a normal guy, my name is Felipe, I have a normal job, with a decent salary and I live in a normal house, the kind you can get a mortgage for over several years. The only thing that sets me apart from the person I am is my wife. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. I don't know a single person who won't at some point wonder what the hell someone like her saw in a guy like me?

But that's what a human being does when he comes across someone who has something better than him. I'm a nice guy, and she could be a model, a star, or at least arm in arm with one of those people for life. But she met me at work, and since then we became friends, then lovers, and finally partners for life, or so I hope. She's happy, and every day of my life I'm more grateful to have a beautiful wife.

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A little about her. Maya is Japanese-Brazilian, she grew up in Brazil. She is 27 years old and we have been together, married, for a little over three years. Maya still has relatives in Japan, but she has never lived there. The only thing about her that is more Japanese than Brazilian is that outside of home she is not the real Maya. By that I mean that no one would believe how much Maya loves sex. She hides this very well from strangers. She never discusses her sex life in public, or to a best friend. She also forbids me from talking about it with my friends, or family, about anything we do sexually.

And it has always been this way, ever since we met. If a friend of mine joined us at our house for dinner, she would be charming and asexual, but if we were at a private dinner, there would be no inhibitions, no nerves, no reservations. I could always see the same sparkle in her when she first took her clothes off for me. She still does it now. With the same joy and pleasure. Maya has never tired of sex. My theory is that she just manages to put all the separate things in their place. When the right circumstances arise, she will know where to pull out what needs to be at the moment, and completely turn off the sexual Maya I know when it is not the right time. She does not talk or think about our "dirty" moments.

It's hard to keep a secret like that from my closest friends and to deny the pleasure of being able to tell them that my beautiful wife is a dynamite in bed (or anywhere else out of sight of the people we know). And since I never talk about things like that, I assume they think my sex life with Maya is a disaster, or that there might not even be one.

But there could be worse things happening in life

The brilliance of Maya's sexuality is a constant evolution and we are rarely stuck at the same point. The first time we were naked, the sex was conventional and just exploratory of our desires, but only because we were new to each other. After that, our sex turned into a train constantly moving through new stations and discoveries. I have to say that I still have vivid memories of the first time she got naked for me. We were on the couch in her family room, and we had the house to ourselves. I had never seen breasts like Maya's. Of course it was the first Asian body I had seen in my life, but I didn't expect the shape and texture of her breasts to be so classic. Her nipples pointed towards me, small but constantly hard, her vagina was tight and I could barely penetrate her the first time. Her skin bordered on perfection. When her dress and panties fell in front of me, I thought I had stolen a model from the catwalk. Maya has a soft nudity. Even the hair that frames her pubis is small and inviting, and the space between her thighs is a dream. I'm still as excited to see this as I was the first time.

We didn't go all the way that first time, Maya wasn't on the pill and I didn't have a condom, I thought I was going to visit her family, not to have sex. Deep down I always wanted to ask her how she managed to get naked, suck my cock and swallow cum the first time like it was a normal thing for a girl in her first intimate interaction with her boyfriend, but I never did, I always respected Maya's past.

The first time we had full sex was in my bed after a movie. It was a simple start. Lots of kissing, lots of I love yous, caresses, and everything got more frenetic, but slowly. Maya's body was and is fantastic to hold while I fuck her, she fits perfectly in my arms and hands. She is light, but at the same time strong and soft. Soft but firm. Her pussy sucks a lot when she cums and takes cum easily inside her. She always thanks me for my cum. I have certainly never heard of anyone quite like my wife Maya.

In the three years we've been having sex, the last 14 months of our marriage, we've slowly gone through different phases of exploring our experiences, fetishes, and discoveries. Some of them have become solidified as ways we've enjoyed them, and others we haven't. She decided to shave her pussy early on, and I'm glad it's become something we both enjoy. I love that her pussy is hairless, although I know she gets tired of shaving. I love the way it looks and feels shaved, and I like to imagine how other guys would react if they saw her pussy like that. There are other things that have stuck, too. For a long time she wouldn't leave the house without panties on whenever she wore a dress or skirt, but now she's bare underneath all the time (unless she's having a bad day or it's really cold). Almost all of her bras are shelf bras with no padding, and her breasts are completely bare since I bought her a cheeky red one for the fun of watching her in it. She likes the feel of the dress or blouse on her bare breasts and the bra still provides some support.

We once went to a nude beach on holiday, just to experience what it was like, neither of us had ever been to one. Now we always plan our holidays near some place so we can research it online. It turns out Maya really likes being looked at by guys – but they have to be complete strangers and she has to be sure no one is going to touch her. And I've always loved her being looked at by strangers, especially since she adopted the shaved pussy look. You should see their reactions when she walks by. They literally get hard.

We sleep in just t-shirts and nothing underneath, we have sex in the car in a dark place every now and then, and we take turns choosing porn videos to watch together and then fuck. We wear temporary tattoos all over her body, we take showers together whenever we can, and we occasionally post nude photos of her online under a pseudonym.

We tried a lot of things that didn't work either. We tried tying Maya up, but she got frustrated that she couldn't touch. We tried whips, candle wax to spice it up, but it didn't work a few times. We gave up after her boss at work asked about the welts on the back of her legs. We continued to fuck her in the ass over the years, but I think that's over for good now, I really didn't like it as much as she did. It smells so bad. She made me work in women's underwear once. Once. I did it to say I had done it, but never again. And she didn't push it.

For a while we would go to the supermarket to pick out phallic vegetables to stick in her pretty pussy, but she ended up getting a yeast infection, so we switched to proper sex toys, but all Maya could do was laugh at the constant buzzing of the vibrator in her pussy. We went through a phase of risky sex, doing it behind the curtains of public libraries or in a quiet corner of a bar, or in the back of a not-too-crowded bus. We had to stop this when we were warned by two police officers on the beach near our house who spotted us through binoculars on the boardwalk. They were amused to discover that we were a couple and not a business transaction involving sex, but it was suggested that we not do it again.

But what kept coming up, something we still didn't agree on, was her being touched by another man and it became an obsession. I wouldn't call it an unhealthy obsession, because we talked openly and calmly about it; because I liked the idea, but she wasn't so inclined. For Maya, it was crossing the line. She didn't even like the idea of ​​people watching us having sex, on some of the more libertine nudist beaches where the practice was normal. I, on the other hand, didn't want to see a guy being intimate with her like that, what I wanted and allowed myself to imagine, was the guy putting his hand inside her blouse to feel her breasts, or running his hand behind her legs and feeling that she wasn't wearing panties covering her pussy and ass. I could imagine him rubbing his fingers in her wet pussy, but she wouldn't let him put his fingers in her.

"It's a fine line," she warned me. "You want to be teased to the point of sex, but not have sex."

"Yes, I think that's what I imagine and I realize that it really is a fine line.

Eventually, I was able to convince her of my idea. Maya admitted that seeing her wife with another man was a legitimate fantasy, and there was never anything we wouldn't try at least once if one of us was interested. Me wearing a bra and panties to work was a point about that.

"But there has to be a rule," she said, and I agreed. "I don't want to get carried away. I don't want it to go beyond what we want."

Once we agreed on this we moved forward by making a list of things we would and would not allow.

What would look good:

Touch Maya all over her body, including her pussy over her clothes

Kiss Maya on the face and neck and mouth

Put your hand inside your bra, undo some buttons, not all.

She touches the guy over his clothes.

What could not happen:

Touch the guy under his clothes

No undressing, both of you.

Don't take off your bra

No touching the pussy.

No taking the guy's dick out and no hands down his pants.

The hardest part for me was about allowing Maya to kiss him on the mouth, that always seemed more intimate than fucking her pussy and I didn't want that, but Maya argued that if she didn't kiss him, none of the rest would eventually happen. I agreed.

"Hey, I don't care if we don't do any of that," she reminded.

Working out the parameters of the challenge was the easy part. The when and where were the hardest. We spent weeks planning and coming up with a plan. Maya ended up finding it all very artificial and unnatural, but we agreed to give it a try.

On the other side of our town, there was a nightclub for adults. By that I mean a singles bar, a place to meet, flirt, and hook up. There was no written rule, it just happened that way. Friday nights started getting busy early, Saturday nights took longer to fill up. I won't go into the details of how I know this, except to say that back in the day, for a sex-starved 18-year-old, it was easy to pick out the location. It was a long way from where we live now to drive to, but after work you could get there in twenty minutes.

Our plan was simple. We'd find a halfway decent guy to come back to for innocent drinks and a DVD after the club, then I'd pretend to pass out on the only couch, giving them a chance to take their time making out in the living room, not the bedroom. I'd watch it all through sleeping eyes, but not really. All the action, then I'd wait until things were about to go too far, which they certainly would, then I'd grunt, shift a little, and slowly wake up with an apology for falling asleep. They'd both have plenty of time to compose themselves.

"How are you going to get a stranger to come home with us?" Maya frowned, thinking we were trying too hard for such a brief flirtation. And it's too artificial. She repeated.

"I don't know yet, we'll do it as we go along"

This didn't go so well. Every single person we approached was clearly startled by how friendly this strange couple - with a gorgeously gorgeous woman - was. It was very, I hate to say, contrived. We didn't catch a single fish. The only ones who approached us gave up when they realized they couldn't take Maya for themselves. We went home empty-handed.

It took me a while to convince Maya to give it a second try, but we would need to make some changes to our planning.

"Don't try so hard," Maya said.

"And we need you to look less sexy. Don't wear a see-through top this time. And you'd better wear a normal bra, not one of those off-the-shelf ones."

"I don't even have any other kind anymore."

"Not even an old man hiding somewhere?" Try wearing shorts and that sleeveless top, go for a farm girl look, not a pop star look.

Maya sighed.

We went to the club a little earlier the second time and took our time. We moved around the place slowly and I made sure to go get our drinks myself to break the pattern a little. The guy we attracted was someone I hadn't even thought of as a target. He was an older guy who was leaning against the other side of the bar, he hadn't found a seat. In fact, he was the one who walked up to me and started talking to me. I didn't think of him as a possibility at first, I think because of his age, maybe forty, a little chubby. But after talking to him for a while, I realized that maybe we had found what we were looking for.

"What a nice girl you have there," were his first words.

"Yes, thank you."

"Are you two married?"

"Yeah, sorry," I smiled.

"Okay," he smiled, patting me on the back. "Good for you."

"You look like someone I know," I said. "Have you ever played ball?"

"Oh. Not since college. Not really."

"You look a lot like that guy... he played for Palmeiras, what's his name, was he a midfielder?", I said, making this up just to have something to say.

Our friend shook his head. "Well whoever it was, it wasn't me."

We talked a little. His name was Douglas, he was married, but he had been stuck in the city during an audit. He didn't want to say where because it involved fraud by a well-known company. I suspected it must have been a large hotel company since he was staying at a famous hotel in the city, and according to him, it was the first time he had stayed there.

"Are you going to take that drink back to her?" he asked. I turned to where Douglas was pointing. A guy dressed in white was hitting on Maya. "I wouldn't leave a girl like that alone for long if I were you."

"You think this guy has a chance, don't you?"

"Well, maybe not," Douglas laughed.

"Come on. Do you want to meet her?"

So for the first time we had a genuine perspective. At first, Maya didn't seem very excited, but the more the conversation went on, the warmer she became. Douglas spoke easily and had a natural charm. I could also see some interest in him in my wife, but he was trying his best to be polite. I felt like it could happen, that we were close to accomplishing what we planned when Maya said I shouldn't drink anymore because I had to drive. But Douglas insisted that he had taxi expenses paid for by the company and could take us home, even on the other side of the city.

I can say that it was a pleasant evening, there were times when I even forgot what we were doing there. It was when Douglas asked Maya to dance that my excitement increased. She was doing a good job of disarming Douglas's subtle attempts to get closer to her, and he was doing a good job of continuing to try. I couldn't remember Maya dancing with anyone before other than her father. Even if the evening failed to go as planned, the sight of Douglas with his hands on Maya's hips and the look of pure lust in his eyes would be enough to make me dizzy.

We were all pretty tipsy when we got into the cab, the three of us in the back, with Maya in the middle. I started my routine of faking sleep on the ride home, laying my head on Maya's shoulder and squinting to see what might happen. Douglas kept looking in my direction, watching me. He seemed to be thinking about trying something, but he was hesitant. When we got close to home I "woke up" and started talking to them again. If Maya had any doubts about whether we could get a guy to the end of our game, she needn't worry anymore. Douglas walked right into our trap.

"I still think you look like that guy from the football team. And I have a documentary that can prove it," I drawled, trying to sound drunk.

"What movie is that?" Douglas asked.

"I don't know. I can't remember the name, but I have it on DVD somewhere.

"Let's take a look then."

"Do you want to come in? Do you want to see? It'll be fine, don't you have to get up early tomorrow?"

"Don't force Douglas to watch one of your lame football movies. You'll understand him." Maya said.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're okay, right Douglas?" I said.

"I'm fine," Douglas confirmed.

"Are you sure?" Maya asked. "Felipe has never finished an entire movie after drinking."

"I'm fine," he said again.

Of course I was, I smiled to myself. When we got home we walked in the front door and went straight to the TV. I threw my jacket on the single couch and Maya settled Douglas on one end of the four-seater.

"Drinks?" I said more than asked. I grabbed half a glass of water from the kitchen and walked back to where Douglas could see me and drank my water like it was a giant shot. Will you have vodka, Douglas?

Douglas accepted and Maya shook her head.

I went back to the kitchen and brought us three shots of ice-cold vodka straight from the freezer.

I handed over the shots. Maya was still standing, unsure if she should sit next to Douglas. "Maya, show Douglas where the bathroom is, in case he needs it now or later. I'm going to go find the movie."

The single couch was turned about forty-five degrees toward the TV and gave me a good view of the big couch. I found an old football movie, I didn't care which one, and sat down on the single couch. Maya came back from the bedroom where she had gone after leaving Douglas in the bathroom. We didn't say anything, just looked at each other. Her eyes said, "Are you sure?" to me. Mine were bright with anticipation. Maya nodded, smiled, and sat down on the end of the couch.

When Douglas returned, the movie was in the opening credits. Douglas's drink was on the table in front of the large couch at the far end, so he sat there. For a while we talked and drank and forgot to look for the player I had invented who looked like Douglas. I pretended to drink more than I actually did and ended up closing my eyes just for a moment, resting my head on the back of the couch but with a line of sight to them.

For what seemed like a long time, nothing happened. When your eyes were closed, time seemed to slow down. The sound of the television was all that was in the room. After a while, something moved and I could hear voices that were not from the movie.

"Did he fall asleep?" Maya asked.

"I think so," Douglas whispered.

"He has no way"

"Does he do that a lot?"

"He can't watch anything after drinking, I told you. Look at this."

Maya grabbed the TV remote and turned the volume up to the highest level. I didn't move. In fact, I let out a small snore. Maya slowly lowered the volume to almost silence, which made it easier for me to hear them both.

"It saw?"

"Some sleepyhead you got there, huh?" Douglas laughed. "Can't even hold his liquor."

"It's officially your fate at parties to fall asleep on the couch whenever we have company."

"Don't you take him to bed?"

"I can't lift him. Do you want to try? He'd be surprised if you carried him."

There was small laughter.

"Let me fill your glass," Maya said. I opened my eyes a little to see her enter the kitchen and pour two more drinks. Knowing what she was doing, she turned off the kitchen light, taking the shine off my face. She left only the dim yellow light from the living room lamp, and my visibility improved while protecting me from being seen with my eyes open by Douglas. Maya came over to me and shook me, asking if I wanted to go to bed, and I just grunted.

"He worked all day," she said, leaving and coming back with a blanket to cover me. "I'm sorry about that.

"It's okay." Douglas assured.

Maya sat closer to Douglas this time than before. They started talking about his work and where she was from. He had been to Tokyo before, so they talked about that for a while.

The touching started as a conversation about Asian massages, which led to Maya putting her feet in his lap for a massage. Douglas kept looking around to make sure I was still asleep. His nervousness was evident, but I could also tell he was excited about how things were going. We hadn't planned on the blanket thing. Maya had only planned on covering me, but for me it was great. I could grab my hard cock through my clothes without him seeing, and I was as turned on as I had been in a long time.

Maya lay with her head resting on the arm of the couch, moaning slightly. Douglas kept a nervous eye between my sleep and Maya's arousal, but the massage soon moved up from her feet to her calves. Maya did nothing to discourage him. She ran her hands through her hair as he held her lower legs.

"You're good at this," she said.

His gaze kept going from me to her as if he was watching a tennis match.

"He's sleeping," Maya noticed her concern. "Not even an earthquake will wake him up now."