My Submissive Husband and the Night Everything Changed

Marisa was finishing her makeup. Seated in front of the bedroom vanity, she carefully curled her eyelashes while her husband let himself fall onto the bed behind her with a sigh.

—I don’t understand why, if you’re meeting Nadia, I have to meet Bruno —Gus said.

—Because I want you two to be friends. I’ve told you that already.

—I don’t know what to talk about with that guy. Besides, he always seems like he’s trying to intimidate me.

—Ha, ha, ha. You’re such a little idiot. Bruno is just like that: he talks loud and likes being the leader of the group, but he’s a very good man. You’ll see, after tonight you’ll get along better.

Suddenly he moved behind me and grabbed my breasts with both hands.

—Ah, what are you doing? —I said with a smile.

—So Bruno is the leader, huh?

—Yes, mmm. Don’t you see how big and strong he is? —I replied, letting him have his way.

—Bruno is really hot —he said in a strange voice, sliding his hands under the edges of my bra and grabbing my naked breasts.

I looked down to watch them spill between his fingers and sighed.

—Oh yeah? Is Bruno hot?

—You know it —he replied while tugging one of my nipples.

—You’re the hot one.

I stood up, freeing myself from his hands, took off my bra and turned around. My husband was jealous of Bruno, and with good reason. At thirty-five, Gus was soft and flabby. Bruno, the same age as him, looked like Achilles reincarnated. I walked over to my husband, grabbed his head, and brought it to my breasts. Gus started sucking while pulling his cock out of his pants. It emerged hard and straight, and he began masturbating as he licked my nipples.

I looked to the side and saw us in the mirror. Me, thirty-three years old, my pretty face made up, my long black hair tied back in a ponytail, my lips parted with pleasure. My huge breasts bouncing with my husband’s sucking, my belly brushing against his and my big ass, the part of my body I hate most.

Then I thought about Nadia, my best friend. Or rather, the person I desperately wanted to be my best friend. Blond, with short hair, beautiful, with firm breasts, a narrow waist, and an incredible ass. I love her ass. I look at it a lot more than any heterosexual woman would ever look at another woman’s.

Gus headed into the bathroom to finish his wank. I watched his white ass leave the room. We were a fat couple. More than that, a couple of self-conscious fat people, with no real friendships beyond the camaraderie of work.

Now I really do have a friend, I thought as I turned off the vanity light and started getting dressed. And everything is going to keep going right.

***

Two months ago was the first time we went out with Nadia and Bruno. She started working in the lab six months ago; I’ve been there five years. Of course, the moment Nadia walked through the door looking the way she did, she was already more popular than me. I had to be her mentor for the first three months and, despite how intimidated I felt and how superior she was to me, physically and socially, we started getting along.

Everything changed. Every day I looked forward to the time to go to work so I could be with her. I was like some kid drooling after the pretty girl at school. Without even realizing it, I memorized her little habits: the way she bit her pen when reading a result, how she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the perfume she left behind as she passed between the tables. I would come home repeating her lines, her jokes, that laugh of hers that sounded a little cheeky.

And the day she suggested the four of us have dinner together was the best day of my life since my wedding. I spent the whole afternoon trying on clothes in front of the mirror, rejecting dresses for being too plain or too obvious, until Gus asked from the sofa if we were going to a dinner or a job interview.

The dinner went very well for us: chatting and laughing. For Gus and Bruno it went a little worse. They had nothing in common. Bruno is a trainer at a neighborhood gym and Gus is a systems technician. Bruno likes talking about weights and sports; Gus, about computers and video games. In the end, they spent more time paying attention to us and jumping into our conversation whenever they could.

And then we went dancing. The two of them were a sight. The chemistry those two bodies had on the dance floor was almost obscene. Our dancing was me moving around my husband while he held me by the waist and tried to swallow the embarrassment he felt about dancing.

After a few songs, we went back to the bar. Bruno told me I danced really well and made fun of my husband by imitating the way he moved. I was laughing my ass off to make both of them like me, while Gus, in a bad mood, made up a couple of excuses. And that was when Bruno asked me for one last dance before we left. I accepted without looking at my husband.

Fuck, what a change. He led me with wonderful confidence and firmness, and I, with a fixed smile on my face, looked him in the eyes and danced with him. I grabbed his muscular arms, put a hand on his chest to check how hard his pecs were, and rubbed myself against him as much as I could.

He wasn’t far behind. He had me held firmly by the waist and kept looking at my cleavage. He kept moving us deeper into the crowd, and that was when he grabbed my ass. It wasn’t a discreet touch: he gripped it hard with one hand, pulling my body against his and staring fixedly at my breasts flattened against him. I smiled at him awkwardly, like an idiot, and pulled away.

Bruno took my hand, spun me around, and pressed himself right up behind me, crossing his arms over my waist. My skin prickled when I felt the hardness of his cock against my ass. The bastard adjusted himself to place it between my cheeks, and I knew Nadia hadn’t been lying: her husband had a huge one.

Without being fully aware of it, or maybe fully aware after all, I started wiggling my ass against it. I could feel it growing, and I couldn’t believe that I, the fat one, was capable of turning on such a macho guy, especially with the woman he had. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his fingers digging a little harder into my waist, and for a second I closed my eyes and let myself go, pretending it was just the brush of the crowded dance floor.

I looked for Nadia among the people. I found her leaning against the bar, drink in hand, watching us. There was no jealousy on her face. There was something else: a half-smile, like someone watching an experiment that was turning out exactly as expected. She lifted her glass a few centimeters toward me, then took another sip. I looked away, my cheeks burning.

The song ended. We went back to our partners and each of us went home. I was horny as hell. While Gus drove, I touched his leg and squirmed in my seat, remembering Bruno’s cock against my ass.

***

When we got home we started making out and undressing each other slowly. And then came the letdown of seeing my husband’s body so soft compared with Bruno’s. We kept kissing while I tried to stay aroused by focusing on the memory of Bruno’s arms and cock, but it was no use.

I love my husband and I like fucking him, even though our sex life had changed over the last two years. That night, however, I needed something else. I told him to lie down on the bed and climbed on top of him, placing my cunt over his face. Gus grabbed my ass and started licking me while I moaned and rubbed myself against him, imagining Bruno fucking me brutally. I came on my husband’s face with a shout.

Then I sat on the bed, my back against the headboard and my legs open. Gus settled between them, leaning his back against my chest. I covered his mouth and nose with my hand and gave him a handjob while I choked him a little. It drives him wild. I leave him right on the edge, let go so he can breathe, and squeeze again when he starts begging with his eyes. That is the only way my husband feels whole lately: when I’m the one deciding when he breathes and when he cums.

Since that day we’ve gone out with Nadia and Bruno several times.

***

And today I was going out with Nadia. Alone. I loved going out with her alone, so fun and uninhibited. She had told me to wear the sexiest thing I could, which for me meant an outrageously indecent neckline. Gus stared at my tits, transfixed, so mission accomplished. We headed to their apartment. Gus looked pissed off.

—But baby, was it really that bad last time? —They had already gone out once when we were on duty at the lab.

—It’s not that. It’s just that we’re very different and I get bored. Besides, he’s always talking about how he fucks Nadia, how he sticks it up her ass and all that. Fuck, we’re old enough for that kind of nonsense.

I smiled, thinking about how much Nadia liked talking about sex and, above all, about Bruno’s cock.

—Well then, you tell me how you fuck me. If you remember… —I said with a wicked smile.

—Very funny. You sure like what I do to you, pretty girl.

—More like what I do to you —I replied, grabbing his cock through his pants and starting to squeeze.

—Mmmmm.

—See how much you like it? My submissive little husband. —And I kissed him on the cheek while letting go of his cock at the same time.

We arrived at Nadia and Bruno’s apartment. The usual hellos and kisses. A few jokes at the guys’ expense so they wouldn’t get too bored, and the two of us went out together.

That was the day everything started to change.