He Offered Me His Wife and I Couldn’t Say No

I bought a handful of tokens for the bumper cars. I didn’t take long to recognize the maintenance man: Tino, who years before had worked in one of the warehouses where I had my project offices. From a lifelong fairground family, he had gone into business for himself and bought the attraction.

—Evening, Mr. Bruno. Are those your kids? —he asked.

—The twins, yes. And don’t call me “you,” you make me feel old.

—No way, you look like a kid!

A fifty-year-old kid who’s going half bald, I thought. But I’m almost six and a half feet tall and still strong, and that makes up for what I’m missing on top.

Then I saw her, standing at the ticket booth. Brunette, long hair, pregnant, with huge hoop earrings and tattooed arms. Tight sweatpants, a T-shirt barely containing her chest. I asked Tino if she was his wife.

—That’s Saray. We already have two, and the third is on the way.

He called her over. She came striding up with a confidence I hadn’t seen in a woman for a long time. Plump lips, huge black eyes. She looked me up and down as if she were sizing me up, and offered me her cheek for a pair of kisses.

—Congratulations —I said, and noticed her gaze lingering on mine a little too long.

My wife phoned to tell me to come back. I said goodbye. As I walked away with the kids, I couldn’t help turning back one last time, and she, as if she’d been waiting for it, turned on the platform to hold my stare. A challenging stare. A real tease.

***

I went back two days later on some flimsy excuse. Rotten lie: I’d gone back for her. She was wearing shorts, her thighs firm, her nails painted red. I invited the family for a drink and, while the kids wrecked the terrace, Tino leaned toward me.

—I’ve seen the way you look at her.

—What are you talking about?

—We’re not children. I know what my wife’s worth even if she’s knocked up, and I know you like women. You can fuck her. We’re not opening tomorrow.

That cocky little edge of his lit me up. It woke the animal inside me.

—You want me to fuck her in front of you? —I said, grabbing my fly without bothering to hide it—. Then you’re going to watch.

***

The next morning I took the twins to the dentist with Marta. When I got back, I told her I had an urgent project at the office.

—Bruno, you promised this Monday... it’s summer.

—It’s important. I won’t be long.

The ride was closed. Tino signaled me over and took me to his caravan, at the back of the parking lot, amid the smell of fried food and cheesy music. Saray was inside, in a tiny little sitting room where I could almost touch the ceiling, leafing through an old magazine in a sheer maternity nightgown.

—Sit down, Bruno. Want a beer? —she said with a sly grin—. You look a bit older already.

The clever bitch wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

—You think so? —I answered, leaning forward to show off my package.

She accepted the challenge and spread her legs.

Tino got behind her and pulled down her straps. Her breasts spilled free, the nipples dark and dripping milk. I stood up, took her tits in my hands, and tasted them: the milk had a sweet flavor with a sour edge that stayed in my mouth.

—You’d do better doing that with your mother —she mocked.

I stared her down and lifted the nightgown until she was naked. Even pregnant, she was spectacular. I kissed her hard, our tongues found each other, and she opened my fly and took as much of me as she could into her mouth while Tino, seated opposite, pulled himself out and started jerking off.

—You’re well equipped, asshole —she said, taking a breath before swallowing me again.

I sat her on the edge, spread her legs holding her by the ankles —the only possible position with that belly— and drove in with one thrust. I started slowly, feeling her out, and picked up speed while she breathed hard through her nose.

—Look at me fucking your wife —I told Tino—. You keep at it, that’s why you came.

—Don’t stop! —he gasped.

She came with a faraway look, soaking me completely. I pulled out, straightened up, and exploded over that taut belly, a long jet that rose all the way to her breasts. I bent down to lick the last drop mixed with mine, just to see her face.

—Your wife has acted like a slut —I said, just to pour on the gasoline.

—Like yours? —she shot back without blinking.

***

A few months passed. The company sent me to oversee some new lines at a factory in Robledo. From the highway I saw the lights of a fair in Valmena, the neighboring town, and recognized Tino’s bumper-car sign. I don’t like those places, people passing through, but old habits die hard.

I found him packing up the track. He told me his wife and the kids were in their village; only his in-laws were left. I asked, with a gesture, where I could get something to smoke. He asked for my phone, made a few calls, and half an hour later I had a couple of joints rolled and bought from a disgusting fat guy behind the caravans.

I went back to the fair as night fell. Next to the rides, a row of custom bikes was parked.

—They’re the Crows —Tino told me—. Bikers.

Nearby was his sister-in-law, Tamara: the same look as Saray, tight sweats, a T-shirt showing off her chest, but shorter and thinner, and she couldn’t be more than her early twenties. Her brother, with a ponytail, was even younger. Two bikers with a crow embroidered on their backs were talking to them. One had the bird tattooed on his neck and the name Zarko written on his forearm in gothic letters.

Tino introduced me and went off to close up. The beers and joints started flowing. Zarko, the one with the neck tattoo, and his partner Lobo, short and stocky, openly talked about what they planned to do that night with the two siblings.

—I’m into ass —Lobo said, looking at the boy.

—I want her —Zarko said—. But if you stay and there’s no mouth free, you’ll have to wait.

***

Near midnight the grounds were dead. I saw the four of them heading off toward the low wall that closed off the parking lot, where some light still reached from the streetlamps. My heart sped up. I waited a bit and went after them.

The scene was brutal. The two siblings, pressed against the wall with their pants around their ankles, were taking the bikers like dogs. Zarko, tall, was fucking Tamara almost horizontally, with a sharp whip-like rhythm. Lobo was pounding the boy from below. The two fucks were synchronized, practiced, and she kept letting out purrs that didn’t sound like mere formality.

I made myself known. They didn’t stop; they liked being watched. I pulled out my cock on the side and started stroking it. Zarko nailed me with his stare without stopping his thrusts.

—If you want a mouth... you’ll have to wait —he muttered between thrusts.

Tamara was in another dimension, her breasts bouncing, drool running from her mouth. The biker shifted her with a gesture and offered me her mouth. I shoved into her to the hilt; every shove from Zarko drove me deeper. They both finished almost at the same time: they unloaded over the siblings’ backs and faces, and I came in Tamara’s mouth. Then they pulled up their pants, Zarko raised a V for victory, and I heard the bikes roar to life. I climbed into the SUV and took off laying rubber.

***

It was my last night at the hotel. When I came in, I saw three custom bikes at the door and, in the bar, Zarko and Lobo, who lifted a hand at me. With them was a graying-haired woman.

—Sit down. Meet Magda, a veteran. She’s not with us; she’s from the old club, the Widows.

Brown eyes, a big mouth, an angular face, no belly. On her neck, where Zarko had a crow, she had a spider tattooed. She must have been over forty. We toasted. The bar was closing in half an hour —“more than a hotel, this is a retirement home,” she tossed out— so I came up with an exit.

—I always carry a bottle of the good whiskey and... —I made a smoking gesture.

—Room 302 —she said, and went off to shower.

—Don’t waste her —Zarko told me when she was gone—. She’s one of the best. And she can wring out the very last drop.

***

I went up with the bottle and two glasses, nervous as a kid. Magda opened the door and I nearly lost my breath. Denim miniskirt, black T-shirt with no bra and nipples showing, a leopard tattoo on one thigh and a motorcycle on the other, hoop earrings, blood-red lips. On her chest, in white letters, a F-FUCK ME that left no room for doubt.

We took two chairs out to the small terrace. She sat down, hiked her skirt even higher, and spread her legs: she wasn’t wearing anything underneath either. We smoked and drank while I tried to get my thoughts in order with my cock hard as iron.

—You take off your ring when you go out as a salesman —she said, pointing at the pale mark on my finger.

—Everyone...

—Don’t apologize, man. I’ve been told you’ve got good artillery —she added, glancing at my fly.

—Check it for yourself —I said, undoing my belt—. But first I want a good look at the merchandise I’m going to use.

—You’re rough! —she laughed, and got up to take off her clothes.

Two drooping but tempting breasts, a bird with its wings spread tattooed across them, a heart on one ass cheek and a tiger on the other. I kissed her hard; her tongue tasted of whiskey and tobacco. I kneaded her ass, sucked her nipples, put my fingers inside her: she was soaked.

—Let’s go to bed —she said, pulling me along—. Lie crosswise, with your legs out.

She pushed me sideways onto the mattress, stripped me, and started with my toes, worked her way up my thighs with her tongue, sucked me until I let out a roar, and took my whole cock into her mouth. Then she lifted my legs.

—Hold them up and raise your ass.

What came next no one had ever done to me before: a tongue traveling over me from bottom to top, slow circles, a suction that made me roar with pleasure while I jerked off at the same time.

—That’s it! I want to fuck you! —I panted.

Then I put her down on her back, ate her pussy and ass —two good holes— and she rolled onto her back with her hips raised, an audacious position that showed that even at her age she was still one of the bold ones. I went in and started a short but intense in-and-out rhythm, watching my cock go in and out.

—I’m coming! —she shouted, throwing herself toward me.

—Where do you want it?

—Water me.

I pulled out and exploded over her chest, a long jet that reached her chin. Then I bent down, licked up my own cum, and kissed her with my mouth full, just to show off.

—You’re a filthy bastard. Good cock. How old are you?

—Forty-nine —I lied.

While she was showering, my phone buzzed: five missed calls from Marta. I went out naked onto the terrace to call her back.

—Hello, darling... Yes, I was in a meeting... No, I’m not eating, I just had some water... I was about to shower, I’m exhausted... I’ll be there in a couple of days. I love you too.

An older neighbor was watching me from her terrace, smoking, with a disgusted look on her face. I grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of shakes before going back in.

We fell asleep. I woke up at three with my cock hard again; the weed had knocked us out for four hours. We started again, in sixty-nine, until I flipped her over.

—I want your ass!

—You’ll have it. But let me lube up, yours is big.

She smeared herself, coated me with cold gel, and got on all fours, spreading herself open. I entered in jolts, difficult at first, until she gave and I could start pumping. I was sweating buckets. The first spasms hit and I unloaded everything deep inside with an animal’s roar.

I lay there, my legs trembling. I lit a cigarette.

—What if you leave? —she said.

—As if I were bothering anyone.

—You’ve already emptied your balls like a proper stud. And you stink of tiger. Close the door on your way out.

***

In the morning I saw her come out in her jeans, her jacket, and her helmet painted with a spiderweb.

—You’re leaving already?

—I have to see my old folks, they’re not doing well. I can see you’re very concerned —she said, curtly—. Come on, stick to your kids and giving your wife presents, you’re not exactly young anymore.

***

Days later, once the project was finished, I got a message from Tino with mistakes even in his own name: his in-laws were partying with the bikers and he needed me to bring them the goods. I’d handed my phone over to an idiot, pure and simple. I didn’t want trouble —and, why lie, the idea of spending a while there didn’t exactly bother me— so I went.

The place was a few kilometers off the main road. A dozen bikes outside, music blasting. Zarko met me.

—The man himself. Come on in and enjoy the show, you’re going to freak out.

Inside I freaked out of every color. There were two circles of naked people. In one, Magda, the veteran, legs spread open with her face and chest covered in semen, taking load after load; “she’s really outdoing herself,” I heard someone say. In the other, Tamara was being fucked in turn, one cock in her mouth and another from behind, her face pale and expressionless. Next to her, her brother was getting his from a hairy guy in a harness while two others waited their turn. The air stank of sex and an overflowing trash can was spilling condoms: “today we fuck carefully,” Zarko warned me.

I joined in when he announced the end.

—Gentlemen, those of you who haven’t emptied your balls, now’s the time.

I unzipped and went toward Tamara, kneeling in the center of the circle, her skin shining from so many loads. I jerked off and blew my load over her forehead. Then, just to be cocky, I tapped her face a couple of times with my cock, drank a beer, and lit a cigarette while the others took care of the last rounds. When they were done, the three of them could barely stand.

***

Two weeks later, back home, we found out our younger son had been smoking at school. Marta and I were hit like a sledgehammer.

—I didn’t raise you with those values —I snapped at them in the living room, heated—. Studying, having a future. That’s what matters.

I went out onto the terrace and lit a cigarette to calm down.

—Maybe it’ll pass, Bruno —Marta said—. They’re young. But we have to instill values in them.

—Exactly. Values.

—By the way... the housekeeper found this in the older one’s room.

She held out her hand. It was the empty wrapper of a condom, the same red as the ones I’d been leaving behind all over the province. I stared at it for a long while, not quite knowing what face to make.