I Pretended to Be Asleep to Watch My Wife With Another Man

I’d been carrying this around for a long time. A couple of years into my marriage with my sweet Lorena, I started waking up with the same fantasy nailed into my head: her in the arms of other men, bigger and bolder than me, making her come in ways I never had. I don’t know what it was about my wife that lit up that sick obsession in me. Maybe it was her sweetness, still intact at twenty-five, the way she was kind to everyone without realizing what she was provoking.

Or maybe it was her body. Narrow waist, small firm breasts, a slender figure she maintained with absurd discipline. An angelic face, long straight brown hair, and an ass that made her self-conscious and drove me insane. If I could, I’d take a little off, she’d always say, without understanding that this was exactly the reason for my sleepless nights.

I was lucky to have met her when we were so young. She’d been raised on prayers and rules, locked away in the highest tower, and I ended up being her only contact with the outside world. Needless to say, I was the only man in her life. In every sense. And that was the problem: the leap from fantasy to reality seemed impossible, and it ate me alive. I knew I was playing with fire, but I still spent my nights looking for candidates who could measure up.

Until Bruno came back to town.

***

Bruno was like my brother. A son of a bitch who’d been with me through the worst and the best. He’d gone far away for work, but life brought him back. And for my twisted fantasies, he was the perfect candidate: brown skin, dark hair, a thick body honed by years of iron, a neat beard, and that ladies’-man swagger that had gotten him more than enough conquests. On top of that, he had a reputation as a stallion and as being well-endowed. And out of the whole sea of friends I’d ever had, Lorena had only ever gotten along with him. That gave me hope I had no business having.

I invited him to the house that same day. That night we caught up over cold beers, and when my wife came home tired from work, she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug: of everyone who’d ever come to the house, only he got received like that. Out of courtesy I asked her to stay a while, sure she’d head to bed. To my surprise, she accepted. She took off her shoes and sat down with us.

The weeks flew by. With Bruno, we went back to being the inseparable kids we’d been before, getting together faithfully on weekends. And what I liked most was that Lorena was no longer a silent witness who went to bed early: now she became part of our craziness. Little by little, in the early hours of the morning, something else started to appear in the air of the living room, something thick and tasting of forbidden things. It wasn’t all in my horny head. The three of us felt it, especially her.

I went wild when she let me do things that used to make her uncomfortable. One night, while Bruno was in the bathroom, I ambushed her mouth with a kiss I used to save for the bedroom. She spread her legs for me, lifted her dress, and showed me her soaked panties before the door opened again and she put her composure back on.

***

To break the routine, we started planning a getaway to the beach. I was the last one out of work that day, so Lorena and Bruno would be waiting for me at home. But there was a snag: she needed a new swimsuit and remembered at the last minute. Annoyed, I rushed out to buy it as soon as I finished my shift, with a few instructions from her about how she wanted it.

There I was, uncomfortable in that huge store, standing in the women’s underwear section. Alone, irritated, feeling ridiculous. Until a bold idea completely changed my mood. What if I tweaked her modest taste just a little? Instead of a one-piece suit, discreet and covering everything, I’d buy her a tiny thong-style bikini in a scandalous pink. Just thin straps in the back; up front, a minuscule triangle that barely covered her sex; on top, two scraps of fabric held together by elastic. I paid with a racing pulse and left almost running.

When I got home, the two of them were already waiting for me. Using the delay as an excuse, I made her change in the privacy of the tent. We loaded everything into the truck and set off laughing. On the way I got more and more nervous and, at the same time, more ecstatic than ever, caught between terror and excitement. I kept glancing at her and everything inside me trembled at the thought of the night that awaited us.

***

We arrived at a hidden little cove, with clear water and white sand, the kind only locals know how to find. The beach was practically ours. We set up the tent and lit the grill. Like other times, we brought a big inflatable mattress for us and a smaller one for Bruno, with half a meter of space between them. It had never been a problem; I always lay in the middle to avoid any inappropriate brushing.

When everything was ready, I handed her the swimsuit. My hand was shaking. She took the bag without looking inside and went into the tent. She took forever to come out. I thought she might flatly refuse and ruin the day. But no. She put it on, though she decided to cover the bottom with her jean shorts. The bikini straps peeked out at her hips, and her breasts looked magnificent in that tiny, screaming-pink top that barely covered them.

When she looked at me, she shot me a reproachful glare. She was self-conscious, her face getting redder and redder. She kept trying to cover her breasts to no avail, and when the wind blew, her skin prickled and her nipples showed through the fabric.

—Let’s go for a swim for a while —Bruno insisted, not fully understanding our tension.

I was ready, but Lorena didn’t want to take off her shorts, so it was just the two of us. After a few minutes splashing around, Bruno went over determined to talk to her, while she sat alone in the sand, flushed and hot. I saw them talking and laughing for a long time. When I came closer, I caught this:

—Come on!... it’s just us, you have nothing to be ashamed of.

I assumed she’d told him about the swimsuit, but as soon as I arrived, they changed the subject.

***

We got started on lunch. I noticed her looking at the waves, wanting to get in, but also nervous, rubbing her hands together. Then all at once she took off her sandals and put her fingers to the button on her shorts.

—What are you doing? —I asked with my best stupid-face.

—I’m going swimming —she answered, not daring to look our way.

After a couple of beers and a lot of hesitation, she yanked the shorts down in one go, as if saying to hell with it. I couldn’t believe it. On the store mannequin it had seemed daring; on her freshly shaved skin it was almost pornographic. Just a string in back; nothing at all in front left to the imagination. She walked away, nervous but steady, on the hot sand, and Bruno and I stood there speechless, unable to believe what we were seeing.

We ate, drank, and lay down to sunbathe. She ended up face down. Disguising my intentions as concern for her skin, I offered to put sunscreen on her back. She accepted. I gave her a slow massage, moving lower and lower, while Bruno took advantage of his sunglasses to stare at her openly. When I reached the edge of the towel, without asking anything, I slid my hands underneath and loosened the knot. I thought she’d stop me. Instead, she barely lifted her belly off the ground to let me do it. My oily hands traced circles over her exposed butt cheeks. I panted with pleasure, savoring her intimate skin in front of a witness. The poor thing wouldn’t lift her face off the towel, unable to believe the show she was putting on.

***

The hours passed and the sun began to drop. With our bellies full and our minds dulled by loaded mojitos, we got intimate. Bruno, true to form, blurted out that this could easily be our nudist beach. I jumped to my feet and took off my swimsuit, baring everything. An indescribable freedom ran through me. He quickly followed my lead, completely ignoring my Lorena, who was laughing nonstop with her hands on her stomach.

Every so often I caught her shy glances drifting over my half-awake cock and Bruno’s, which even at rest was obviously huge. We started convincing her to do the same. She shook her head, but after we kept insisting, she agreed to take off the top between nervous laughs. She reached behind her, pulled the knot loose, and freed her breasts, small and delicate, with their caramel-colored nipples hardening.

I couldn’t believe it: my timid Lorena showing her breasts to another man. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my legs shook, and my vision blurred from how turned on I was. My dirtiest fantasies could become real.

We started an innocent game of truth or dare that gradually got more and more heated. The cherry on top came when Lorena picked “dare” and Bruno challenged her to take off the bottom. She looked at me, worried about how I’d react. I made it clear I was dying for her to do it. To help her, I slowly took one of the bikini straps and pulled on the elastic. Lorena covered her face with her hands, laughing nervously. When one of the knots gave way, she let me pull on the other, lifting her hip toward me just a little. The last scrap of fabric fell.

If her mother could see her innocent little girl now… I thought, admiring her naked pussy. I saw Bruno biting his lip shamelessly, craving the private flesh of my wife.

On one of Bruno’s trips to pee in the dark, our mouths devoured each other desperately. Before, a display like that with someone nearby would have repulsed her completely. Not this time: now she was the one who wanted to be touched. She spread her legs and gave me a full view of her sex, which I stroked without hesitation. She was soaked, her lips wet enough to dampen the towel. She silently begged me to penetrate her right there. We were interrupted by Bruno coming back, so I calmed my instincts and kept waiting for the moment.

***

By dawn, the atmosphere turned murky again. The flashlight had run out, but the nearly full moon gave off enough light to make out silhouettes. The three of us were drunk, especially her, who was already slurring her words. Repeating my convincing drunk act, I apologized and went off to bed, stumbling. I prayed she’d find the courage to stay and not follow me for fear of being alone with Bruno. And that’s what happened. I was panting with excitement as I went into the tent alone, with no one behind me.

I let myself fall onto the small mattress and lay there listening to every flirty word they exchanged outside, with the sea in the background. Minutes I wished would last forever. Just knowing they were alone together, talking and naked, was enough to make me float. I had the hardest erection of my life, and I didn’t even dare brush against it because the slightest stimulation would have made me finish instantly.

An uncontrollable urge to pee interrupted the conversation. Because she was so dizzy, she had no choice but to accept Bruno’s help.

—My swimsuit! —she exclaimed, trying to cover herself before standing up, but there was no time. Even with the flashlights on their phones, they couldn’t find it.

—Don’t worry, beautiful... it’s pitch-dark, I can’t see a thing —he told her, and that alone gave her enough courage to stand up.

The tent had four mesh openings that let you see out but not in. I looked for the best angle until they appeared right in front of my window. I saw Bruno’s huge cock shamelessly pressing into my wife’s ass, and she, far from being bothered, melted against his chest. They moved to a dark corner behind the tent, giving me a full view. Lorena took the natural position to pee and Bruno leaned in with his legs apart, holding her by the waist.

—You have nothing to apologize for... this stays between us two —he whispered in her ear, and she answered with a soft moan and a captivated laugh.

When she was done, without hesitation Bruno took some napkins and, with complete naturalness, wiped her intimate parts, front to back. She said not a word; she just spread her legs to let him do it. They came back just as close, supposedly to sleep. When they got in, the fact that I was on the small mattress didn’t matter: they took over the big one without arguing.

***

I could barely see anything in the dark, only silhouettes, but I was so close that I heard everything. I drifted off in intervals, waking up again and again because of her aura just inches away, until sleep finally beat me. I woke one last time to a strange, familiar sound. Wet, but not the sea; something sliding against something wet. I sharpened my hearing: it was coming from inside. More precisely, from where those two were sleeping.

I opened my eyes. The first rays were already letting some things show in their cold light. I had to be careful or they’d catch me peeping like a coward. The sound was coming from beneath the thin sheet that covered them both completely. My chest sped up, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I slowly turned over, pretending to sleep, and covered my face with a pillow pointed toward them, keeping my eyes hidden. A shift on the mattress and a muffled moan from Lorena confirmed it for me.

Until, short of breath, they uncovered themselves down to the chest to breathe. Lorena shot me a terrified look, straight on; if I hadn’t covered myself with the pillow, she would have found out I was awake. She kept looking at me with guilt and fear while Bruno kissed her neck and kneaded her breasts.

—He’s going to wake up... he’s going to see us... we can’t —she whispered, breathless.

—He’s asleep... relax... one last kiss and that’s it —he answered, sliding his hand under the sheet, down her belly—. Your mouth says no... but the rest of you is begging me to keep going.

—You’re crazy! —she told him, and still she let him do whatever he wanted.

—Crazy about you... ever since I saw you again I haven’t stopped thinking about you.

Ecstatic, my little one turned her face and gave him the hottest kiss of her life. Their tongues tangled like animals. That kiss set everything loose. Lorena spread her legs, lifting her knees under the sheet, and Bruno’s hand slid back down to her slit. The wet sound returned full force, along with her stifled moans.

—You’re soaked —he said—. Do you want me to put my fingers in now... or keep playing?

—Put them in... put your fingers in! —she moaned, pressing her lips together so she wouldn’t scream.

I couldn’t help remembering all the times she’d held me back, with her enormous modesty. I couldn’t believe she was now begging for the same thing. Bruno bent down to suck her nipples while his hand sped up. The wet sounds seemed like a waterfall pounding onto plastic. An impossible-to-contain moan burst out of her at full volume before she froze in a long orgasm.

—Enough... enough —she pleaded, trying to catch her breath.

—Now comes the best part... there’s no turning back. Turn over.

With her chest still heaving, she obeyed. She rolled over so he could hold her from behind, while she looked at me with lost eyes. Bruno pulled the sheet all the way aside to cool off, and there I had the full view: their sweaty bodies, the intimate position they were tangled in.

—Be gentle with me, please... —she asked.

—Don’t worry. I’m going to be careful, this is your first time with one this big —he whispered, brushing against her entrance—. Do you want it?

—Yes... how can it be so big? —she cried, terrified and aroused at the same time—. We’re going to get into trouble.

—Ask me with your mouth.

—Put it in, Bruno... put it all in... I’m begging you.

With the first thrust, a wet sound echoed: he’d sunk into her. A short moan, of pleasure and fear at once, confirmed that my best friend was officially fucking her. The huge cock went in slowly, and she still wasn’t taking all of it. With one forearm he held her leg open; with the other hand he took her face for the kisses and kneaded her breasts.

—I can’t take any more of you —he panted, quickening the thrusts—. I can’t stop fantasizing about your body.

My little one seemed to be fainting, rocked by every push. When he sped up all the way, she started moaning like crazy. The mattress creaked as if it were going to burst, their bodies sliding over sweat.

—I’m coming, Lorena... I’m going to finish inside you.

Nothing but moans came out of her now. On the verge of the most intense orgasm of her life, she started screaming without caring about anything: not that I could hear her, not my presence, nothing. Only the pleasure of giving herself to the man she shouldn’t have.

After it was over, they stayed stuck together for a few minutes while he made sure he’d spilled every last drop. After an endless while they pulled apart. Silently, each went to one end of the mattress. Lorena wrapped herself in the battered sheet; Bruno went for his swimsuit. Both collapsed, while I, on the other side, remained awake, still unable to believe that my darkest fantasy had finally become real.