My wife, Anne and I were staying at an eclectic little hotel in Barcelona. We were on our honeymoon and had, for the most part, been backpacking and staying in hostels. But we'd recently come into to a little bit of money and decided to splurge. It was a place right on the edge of the Gothic quarter and it had a rooftop bar with a nice view of the city.

We went up one night to have a few drinks and enjoy the sun setting over the city. Anne wore the signature sundress she'd been wearing whenever she felt frisky on the trip and it wasn't long before we both had a good buzz going.

I went to the bar to grab another round and when I came back a new man had joined Anne at our table. He was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. He was the most attractive man I'd ever seen. He looked like the cover of a romance novel. He had chiseled features, long flowing blond hair, and was clearly well built. He was intently watching Anne's cleavage as the spoke.

As I hovered at the edge of the table he stood up and shrugged his shoulders at me apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize the lady was with someone." He had a thick Spanish accent. He left the table and went towards the bar. As I sat down Anne leaned over and whispered to me.

"Look at his bulge." I glanced over and immediately saw what she meant. The crotch of his pants had a huge bulge. Too huge. It looked like he'd stuffed socks into his pants.

"I want to see if that's real." Anne whispered. We'd agreed at the start of the honeymoon that we'd use the trip to explore our sexuality, to accept any opportunity that presented itself. I laughed and said that I was OK with it. Suddenly she got shy, looked down at the table and played with her napkin.

"Can you ask him?" She half mumbled. "After all, you're the one who drove him off."

"What the hell am I supposed to say?"

"Offer to show him my breasts. He couldn't keep his eyes off." She answered with a smirk.

I got up and wandered over to the bar. He watched me warily.

"Did you like my wife's breasts?" I asked him. He was startled and put his hands up defensively.

"I didn't know she was your wife. I wouldn't have talked to her if I knew she was taken." He was a bit tense. My approach had not been smooth.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean this to be a confrontation." I swallowed hard. "Actually, it's an invitation."

He looked at me, more than a little puzzled.

"My wife caught you looking at her breasts." I told him. "She liked it and she's wondering if you want to see more. Because she wants to show you more."

"Oh." He didn't see that suprised, clearly this wasn't the first time he'd been propositioned by a husband. "In that case, yes. I'd love to see what she has to show me."

I looked back at Anne and nodded. She got up and left the table. She walked over and grabbed the man by the hand and pulled him towards the elevator. I guessed that there wouldn't be any preliminaries. In the elevator he introduced himself as Alejandro. Anne didn't seem like she wanted to know.

We got back to the hotel room and Anne turned on every light. She really wanted to be seen. Alejandro moved to sit down, but instead she had him stand by the window. She stood in the middle of the room and stared at him for a minute.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." She said. She quickly stripped out of her dress.

Anne stood in front of us. Completely nude. She was in great shape and she knew it. She wanted to flaunt her gorgeous body, to see us lusting after her.

She was pale, with light freckles everywhere. Her breasts looked large for her frame, but weren't actually all that big. Her nipples, pale and pink, were puffy and started to harden right away. She did a slow spin to show off her ass as well. When her twirl was complete she cupped her hands beneath her breasts and pushed them up.

"Do you like what you see?" She asked.

"Your wife is very attractive." He answered towards me, instead of her. It seems to light a bit of fire in her. She stepped forward.

"Now I want to see." She said. She walked over to him, then slowly and gracefully knelt down in front of him, until her eyes were at the level of his cock.

"There is no way this can be real." She whispered. He smirked with confidence. She reached up and felt him through his pants. His cock twitched. She undid his pants and spread his fly open. He was going commando. She reached in and pulled out his cock. She gasped.

He was massive. He had the biggest cock either of us had every seen. He was already half hard and he stiffened further as she touched him. He was long and girthy, so big that she could fit both hands on his length.

He was openly grinning now. He knew what he had. His cock was as gorgeous as the rest of him. Perfect. Long and uncut. Smooth and hard. He pulled of his pants and stood in front of her, large testicles to match his cock. She cupped them and slowly stroked his shaft. She examined all of him, touching him everywhere, even resting his cock against her cheek. She started to rub him faster, opened her mouth, just a little and looked up at him in longing. His body started to tense. He put his hand on her head to steady himself and he leaned forward a little.

Then, he pulled back. She made a little mew of disappointment and glanced at me, wondering if she had done something wrong. He reached down and gently pulled her to her feet.

"No." He told her. "Ladies must go first." He guided her to the bed and lay her down, making sure that her legs were over the end. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and moved towards her.

He was ripped. He had a six pack of abs, rock hard pecs and bulging biceps. Every part of him seemed like a Greek God come to life.

Anne spread her legs and reached between. She started to masturbate to the sight of him. He stood over her with his huge cock and watched as she fucked herself.

She came quickly. She loved nothing more than being watched and when it was a perfect physical specimen like Alejandro doing the watching, it was even better. She came against her fingers and slumped back to the bed.

Alejandro dropped between her legs and spread my wife wide. He took her hands and forced her to spread her lips so that he could see her deep wetness. He glanced at me briefly, then started to lick her.

She gasped. She was still sensitive from her orgasm. She would never let me lick her right after, it was too intense, but she yielded to him. Her body writhed in agony and ecstasy as he licked her.

"Fuck me." She moaned. He licked her harder. Her hips bucked against the bed. He slid a finger into her pussy. Then another.

"Oh, dear God." She screamed. "Fuck me. Push that huge cock inside me. I want you to split me open. FUCK ME."

He licked her harder still. She thrashed and moaned and pawed at his long golden hair. He gently slid a third finger into her. This time into her ass. Just the tip.

"AHHHHHH. FUCK ME" She screamed as loud as she could. She came against his face, his lips, his fingers. She collapsed.

"Please fuck me. I want you to break me." She whispered. She sat up a little to look at him.

"Oh my dear." He answered. "We've only just met. And condoms don't fit me." He pushed her back against the bed. He climbed up her. Straddled her chest. He lay his huge cock between her breasts. He grabbed her roughly, pushed her her breasts together hard and started to fuck her chest.

It was a beautiful thing to watch. He thrust between her perfect breast, pushing them together hard enough that they bruised. Now that it was his turn, she was just a toy to him.

She cupped his hands with her own, feeling her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze harder. Her breasts bulged as he picked up speed. She looked at him with something akin to worship in her eyes. He pumped with wild abandoned.

He tensed abruptly and she yelped as his grip tightened even further on her breasts. He slowed, then erupted. It was a massive surge of cum, all across her chest, her neck, her chin. He thrust and thrust and thrust, draining his balls on to my wife until she was a glazed mess.

He got up and, without a word, walked into the bathroom for shower. I climbed on my wife. Her breasts were already bruising in the shape of his hands. I pressed then together and thrust between them my passage eased by the cum that covered her. She hardly seemed to notice. I fucked her breasts quickly. It wasn't long before I added my load to him.

He got out of the shower, dressed and left, saying a polite "gracias" as he stepped out.

Anne's breasts were sore for days.

The Chronology of Anne