I Subdued the Wife While Her Husband Obeyed

It all started with what I wrote. My words aroused her; I knew that from the very first email. Carolina insisted she was a decent woman, married, orderly, with a life free of upheaval. She repeated it so often that it seemed as if she were trying to convince herself more than me.

But there was a point where that orderly life became too small for her. She confessed it between the lines: with her husband they needed to try something different, something neither of them dared to name out loud.

I limited myself to being myself. I answered her messages unhurriedly, weighing every phrase, letting her dig the desire out of herself. And, as was predictable, one day the invitation came.

“If you keep turning me on like this, my husband and I will invite you to dinner.”

Dinner came exactly as she had announced it. An expensive restaurant, white tablecloths, a wine list none of the three of us read all the way through. Although I was the one who was going to make her feel like a woman that night, they treated me almost like a luxury guest, and that amused me. That restaurant was nothing more than the prelude to what would come afterward.

I kept my place. I didn’t stop watching them: so calm, so proper, so by-the-book. No one at the neighboring tables would have imagined what was about to happen.

—How long have you been together? —I asked, more to size them up than out of curiosity.

—Twenty-two years —she answered with a smile, before emptying her glass in one gulp.

Esteban, her husband, nodded in silence. His hands were still on the tablecloth, and his calm was not quite calm. I still didn’t know how far they were willing to go, so I held back. Like the well-mannered boy I pretend to be when it suits me.

***

It wasn’t until we got to the hotel room that we let loose.

I closed the door behind me and watched Esteban pour himself a drink, as if he needed something in his hands. Carolina stood at the foot of the bed, waiting, not quite knowing what to do with her own body.

—Who paid for the room? —I asked.

—I did —he said at last, his voice a little low.

I looked at him slowly, letting the silence hang heavy.

—You like being a polite cuckold...

Esteban lifted his eyes and in them I saw naked desire. He liked it. He liked hearing it said out loud, liked being put down in front of his wife. It was exactly what he had come looking for.

Carolina started unbuttoning her dress on her own. I stepped closer and gave her a sharp slap, not hard, but enough for her to understand.

—Who told you to do that?

She fell silent at once and lowered her gaze, waiting for my next order. I slid my hand inside her panties and slipped two fingers into her without warning. She was dripping wet. She shuddered, bit her lip, and looked for my eyes.

—Don’t look at me —I said—. Look at him.

The instant she turned her head toward her husband, she let out her first moan. That mix of authority and shame had driven her wild. I kept moving my fingers slowly, feeling her body start to sway against my hand. She could barely stay on her feet.

I pulled my fingers out with contempt and left her trembling while I went over to Esteban. I shoved those same fingers into his glass and, before he had time to react, put them in his mouth.

—Does your wife taste good when I touch her?

He sucked them desperately, with not a trace of pride.

—Mmmf... —was all he could say, and I took that sound as a yes.

—Come here.

I grabbed him without gentleness and led him to the bed. He set the glass down wherever. I made him lie on his back, head hanging over the edge, right at the foot of the mattress.

—Take your clothes off —I told Carolina—. Now you can.

She obeyed quickly, almost clumsily in her hurry. I positioned her over Esteban’s face, as if he were going to eat her cunt. But that wasn’t the idea yet. The two of them remained at the edge of that enormous bed the cuckold had paid for for this one single night.

—Look at each other —I ordered.

She lowered her head to see him just a few inches away. He looked at her from below, hypnotized.

***

I took off my pants and underwear, and grabbed her by the hair to pull her to my cock.

—I don’t want you eating your wife’s cunt —I warned him—. Not yet.

Carolina started gently, with her tongue, and ended up taking me in all the way. She went up and down with an anxiety that betrayed how badly she needed it. She licked, she spat, she took it all back into her mouth. On a couple of occasions she tried to go further and gagged, but even then she didn’t stop. I felt the arousal surge so fast I had to pull her away by the hair so I wouldn’t finish too soon.

—Open your mouth —I told Esteban.

I held Carolina by the jaw and ordered her:

—Spit. And aim well.

She hit the mark. The spit landed right in her husband’s open mouth, and he took it without turning his face away. I gave her another slap, soft, almost a rough caress.

—Lie down.

I made her recline on top of Esteban’s body, as if he were the mattress. His face ended up just under his wife’s ass. I spread her cheeks apart with both hands and looked him in the eyes.

—Lick her asshole —I said—. Only the asshole. Nothing else.

He stuck out his tongue and from that point on I forgot about him. Above that scene, I had Carolina’s sex within reach. I shoved into her in a single thrust. She swallowed a cry and arched her back. I saw her breasts hanging to the sides with every movement.

—What a filthy little whore you are —I muttered.

—Yes... —she answered, eager.

—This is what you like? —I asked, beginning to fuck her slowly but with deep thrusts.

—Yes... —she repeated, almost voiceless.

—Does your husband eat your ass well?

I slapped one of her breasts and she moaned again.

—Yes, fuck...

She was so wet that the liquid slid from her cunt to her asshole, right where Esteban’s tongue kept working.

—He must be enjoying it down there —I said out loud.

I picked up the rhythm until the impact sounded like dry clapping, interrupted only by her screams. Every so often I brushed against the husband’s face, and he didn’t move from his spot.

—Lick that ass well —I told him, tugging his hair—. It’ll be sweaty by now.

I kept going until I felt her tense all over and come against me. Then I knew it was time to switch. I pulled out and the sound was wet, viscous.

—Get on all fours —I ordered.

***

Carolina turned over and now Esteban had his wife’s cunt a hand’s breadth from his face. I stuffed her again, and this time my balls slapped against her nose with every thrust.

—How does it smell down there? —I asked with a laugh.

—Like sex... —he answered, hoarse.

I buried it to the hilt. She put up no resistance at all. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked back. She screamed again like the submissive little thing she was that night.

—Do you like it like this, slut?

She couldn’t answer: she came again, and I pulled harder on her hair to choke the moan in her throat.

I kept at it a while longer until I spread her cheeks and saw her asshole. I spat on it, ran my thumb over it, and pushed just the tip inside. She moaned again. I spanked her until her ass cheeks were completely red, never stopping fucking her.

When I felt I was close, I pulled out. I finished with my hand, coming on her ass, while with the other I spread her cheeks to aim better. I coated her whole backside and rubbed the tip against her asshole, slowly, marking my territory.

—Don’t move from there —I ordered her.

I grabbed Esteban and pulled him out from under her. I set him standing behind her, so he could see her whole, on all fours and covered in me.

—She looks sexy like that, huh?

He bit his lip without answering.

—Touch yourself —I told him—. Aim for the soles of her feet.

I left him there, jerking off to the sight of his ravaged wife. I positioned myself in front of her, no longer as hard as before.

—Clean me up —I told her—. It’s full of leftovers and it disgusts me that they’d come from a slut like you.

She took it into her mouth delightedly and cleaned me spotless.

Then I heard Esteban’s contained moan and knew he had come. Carolina felt his load on the soles of her feet. I looked up and at him: he was breathing hard, sighing, defeated. As I had imagined, his semen glistened on his wife’s feet, while mine kept sliding down her ass until it reached her sex.

—You’re not thinking of leaving your wife like that, are you? —I said—. Come on. Clean her. Start with yours.

Esteban bent his head down to her feet and started licking.

***

I looked back at Carolina’s face. She was still enjoying herself, even moaning softly while her husband cleaned her like an obedient dog.

When he finished with her feet, he moved on to her ass. I looked at her and spoke in her ear:

—Spread your ass open so he can clean it properly.

She rested her forehead on the bed and used her hands to part her cheeks. I placed my foot on her head, without putting all my weight on it, just enough. She moaned again. When he was done, I turned her over and left her half-sitting against the headboard.

—Finish cleaning her cunt —I told Esteban—. Don’t waste a single drop.

I sat in the chair in the corner to watch them calmly. Carolina grabbed his head and pressed him against her, forcing him to eat her properly.

—Does it smell like cock? —I asked from a distance.

He choked a yes inside his wife’s sex. She came again, slowly, until the rhythm of the two of them began to die down on its own.

When they were done, they were exhausted and looked for me with their eyes, as if waiting for a verdict.

Esteban started getting dressed in silence. Carolina came over to me and leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my face away.

—I don’t kiss sluts.

Far from offending her, that only made her hotter.

—Next time... —she said uncertainly, glancing sidelong at her husband, who looked back at her with a mute nod—, you can come in from behind.

I smiled wickedly.

—Did you like it? —I asked, plain and simple.

—We loved it —she answered for both of them—. Thank you...

I gave her one last slap, soft, and held my open hand in front of her face. Carolina looked at it for a moment and kissed it, slowly, devoutly. That was exactly how I liked it: for her to kiss the very hand that had hit her.