He takes you out to breakfast.

"Sure, that sounds like it would be really nice." You respond, much to the delight of Alexis. The flight is fairly uneventful as far as you can tell, but then again you fell asleep not long after taking off. In your dream, you had passionate sex with your wife. The bed was king size with red sheets, a red comforter, and red pillow cases. There were roses all around the room and there were candles dimly lighting the room. It started out in missionary position slowly. You kissed up and down her body. You blinked and you were in doggy-style position, bucking her hard, holding her hair. You blinked again and looked down, seeing that you had a much larger cock. She moaned, begged for more, complimented you on your size, and arched her back in pleasure. You blinked again and felt a bit woozy. You were sitting on a couch, looking at the bed. She sat there, legs spread eagle looking at you. Her pussy was covered in cum, even had some oozing out of it. She looked you in the eye and said, "Sorry... and I know you may not want to, but could you clean this up?"

Suddenly, you woke up. People were getting up, and when you looked left so was Raul and Alexis. You had a blanket on you, and you started to get up. Alexis looked at you, "Oh hey honey, Raul's so sweet. He asked a flight attendant to bring you a warm blanket. We talked for hours about Spain. I took a nap, but not as long as you, hehe." She giggled. The three of you grabbed your things and went through customs. Outside of the airport, Raul made a phone call to a taxi company. He spoke with them in Spanish, so you couldn't really understand. The three of you stood together, but it felt odd. Passersby would occasionally see the three of you standing so close together. They'd raise eyebrows and seemingly talk to each other about what they were seeing. Maybe hanging around with Raul with your wife around isn't such a good idea.

The taxi arrived and you all loaded up your luggage. It was a minivan, so there was no issue fitting the three weeks worth of luggage in the back. You were about to get in back when Raul stopped you, "Wait Christopher. You were asleep when we were going across the countryside. I let your wife lean over me to see everything, and we probably should have woke you up so that you could see the sights to. Why don't you sit up front so that you can have a better view of the city?"

In protest, "I'd really just rather sit with my wife." She looked at you and smiled.

"It's okay Chris, it's just one taxi ride. Besides, Raul said the city is really beautiful." She encouraged you. With a frustrated sigh, you submitted, figuring that you were better off just relaxing. After entering the front seat and closing the door, Raul and Alexis sat in the seat behind, sliding the door shut on the minivan. The taxi took off and you left the airport. You felt something nefarious was going on, but perhaps you were being overly suspicious. After all, the sights were nice. You didn't have any architecture like this back at home. The women looked nice. The skyline was great. On the other hand, Raul and Alexis seemed to be having an intense conversation, but in lulls and giggles mostly. At one point you looked back and noticed Raul's hand on Alexis's leg.

"Excuse me." You said, "Is there a particular reason you're feeling up my wife's leg?"

Alexis gasped and moved his hand off. Raul looked at you with wide eyes, "I'm sorry, my friend. I suppose I'm not used to being around people from a different culture. I was raised in a very... close household, you could say. We always greeted with a kiss on each cheek. I apologize if I've offended your honor." You sighed in relief.

"I'm... I'm also sorry. I've been a bit on edge. I'm not used to your culture." You looked back ahead, but not before seeing Alexis bite her lip. It reminded you of how she used to do that on dates before you had sex. You figured you were just overthinking it, it was probably anxiety. The taxi dropped you off at a restaurant and Raul conversed with the driver for about five minutes before paying him. The taxi drove off, but Raul assured you and Alexis that the taxi driver was a good friend and he would take the luggage to your hotel. You took your seats and looked over the menu. Raul recommended coffee, churros, and some lemon cake.

As you were eating, Raul started, "So, here in Spain, we like to have conversations during our meals. I, personally, want to make sure I'm enjoying life, meeting new people, and putting familia first." He stated. "So Alexis was telling me about your life back home, and I couldn't help but feel that you two don't get out much. Not a whole lot of time at beaches, parties, family gatherings, or even time at the bars or restaurants from what I understand."

You felt a bit awkward, "Ummm, yeah. Not really. That's partly why we came here."

He chuckled, "Well maybe you need to move to Spain, haha. I'm sure it would be easy for such a great office worker to get a job here, and I assure you that you and your wife would benefit from the culture here. I bet it would stoke a fire in your relationship and you'd become so strong that nothing could tear you apart. But hey, either way, while you're here, I want to show the both of you a great time. I don't want to take your entire vacation away, but give me a few days and I just know that you'll be changed forever. Anyways, not to impose, but how often do you two have fun in the bedroom huh?"

You raise your eyebrow? "I'm sorry, what?"

He responds, "Oh come on. I mean you're sex life."

You start, "Isn't that a little innap...," but you're interrupted by Alexis.

"We usually have sex once or twice a week depending on how busy our schedules are." She responds, looking at you with a comforting look, almost treating you like you're overreacting.

Raul laughs a bit, "Well that doesn't seem like much. If I was married to a fine woman with such good tastes, I would make sure to consummate our love multiple times a day unless the stars themselves wouldn't permit." He laughed, "What do you think is keeping you two?" He asked. It didn't feel quite right listening to him talk about {ffm} in this way. Uncomfortably, you crossed your arms and scooted closer to her.

She looked at you, waiting for you to respond, but you refused to humor such a question. She rolled her eyes and decided to answer herself, "Well, I don't know. That's about how often we had sex when we were dating. I suppose it just carried over. Most of the time, I'll get really turned on by something and decide to get Chris here interested in some more play." You felt ashamed to hear her say that she's the one who initiates the most. It's not like you don't want to, but you want to respect her and not **** her into anything.

Raul looked at her, "So... are you saying it would happen more often if someone... pardon me... Chris decided to turn you on and initiate it himself?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I hadn't thought about it before, but yeah. I would love to have sex more often. I hadn't considered why we didn't have it more often." She played with her hair, "And if we tried new positions... and locations other than our bed... I think that'd be great. What do you think, honey?" She asked you.

"Ummm.... Yeah. I just didn't know if you wanted to go any further. I didn't want to **** you into anything of course."

Raul looked at you, "Christopher, my friend, it's not about forcing or going further. It's about touching the right buttons and keeping the flame stoked, if you know what I mean." It seemed he genuinely consoled in you. "Tell you what, looks like where just about finished with breakfast. Why don't you two go back to your hotel, it's just down the street from what the driver told me, and I'll go get ready myself. We all freshen up and we'll go to one of our fine beaches."

You reluctantly nod, "I suppose that would be great." You say, starting to relax again.