My Wife Asked Me to Bring the Strangers Home

Four days had passed since that afternoon at the abandoned gas station when Carla first confessed it to me. Four days in which I hadn’t been able to think about anything else. Every night, while I had her beneath me, she dug her nails into my back and whispered in my ear in a broken voice I didn’t know.

—Marcos… are you really going to invite him home? Are you going to let the big guy use me whenever he feels like it? Tell me yes.

And I, with my pulse hammering in my throat and my head full of images, could only answer the same thing every time.

—Yes, my love. I want to see you turned into what you dream of being for him.

On Wednesday I texted the number Bruno had left me scribbled on a wrinkled piece of paper.

Tomorrow at seven. Come home. Carla is waiting for you.

On Thursday, at half past seven, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and there he was. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an unkempt beard and a sheen of dried sweat on his neck. His black T-shirt hugged his chest and his worn jeans had dark stains at thigh level. He smelled like a man who’d been living on the street for days: stale tobacco, skin unwashed for too long, and an animal note that got under your nose and stayed there. Beside him was another man, shorter but bulkier. Greasy hair plastered to his forehead, a faded gray T-shirt with yellow rings under the arms, and a crooked grin showing a broken canine.

—Marcos, this is Damián, my mate —Bruno said in a hoarse voice—. I told him about your little wife and he wanted to come try her. You don’t mind, do you, neighbor?

Damián squeezed my hand hard and chuckled low.

—Pleasure. Even from here you can smell how hot you keep her.

They walked in without waiting for permission. Carla was coming down the stairs at that very moment, wearing a short black dress with thin straps, no bra. Her nipples showed through the fabric. I saw her draw in a sharp breath when she crossed paths with them, saw her pupils dilate, saw her mouth part for just a second.

Bruno went straight for her. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her against him, and kissed her like he’d been waiting months for that moment. Carla moaned into him and rubbed herself shamelessly against him. Damián moved behind her, hiked the dress up to her waist, and slipped his hand between her legs without ceremony.

—Fuck, Carla… you’re already dripping. You’ve spent days thinking about beggar cocks, haven’t you?

I nodded in silence from the kitchen doorway, my cock rock-hard inside my pants and my hands trembling.

Bruno pulled away from her and looked at me over his shoulder.

—Let’s make one thing clear from the start, Marcos. We want to move in here. The guest room is ours from today on. We’re going to fuck your wife whenever we damn well please. Morning, afternoon, and night. You’re going to watch, clean up whatever we leave inside her, and sleep on the couch most nights. Deal?

Carla, with Damián’s fingers buried deep in her, turned her head toward me. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and excitement I’d never seen in her before.

—Say yes, Marcos… please. I want them here. I want them to use me whenever they want. I want to smell like them all day.

I swallowed. My mouth had gone completely dry.

—All right. You can stay.

They both smiled as if they’d just won some old bet.

***

They went up to the master bedroom. Carla was between them, holding one by the hand, then the other, her dress already bunched up around her waist. They ordered me to sit in the armchair in the corner.

—You watch from there, Marcos. Don’t touch yourself until we tell you to.

Bruno took off his sweaty T-shirt. Broad torso, black body hair stuck down by days of sweat. Damián did the same. They dropped their jeans and their cocks came out hard, thick, gleaming with a thick sweat that filled the room with a heavy smell. Carla knelt between them without being told and drew in a deep breath as if she wanted to memorize the air.

—It smells so good —she whispered before taking Bruno’s in both hands.

She sucked him slowly, staring at me the whole time. Then she moved to Damián, who was thicker and harder for her to fit all the way in. Saliva dripped from her chin. Bruno grabbed her hair and spoke to me.

—Watch closely, Marcos. Watch your wife suck off two strangers better than she’s ever sucked you. How many times have you made her scream for real? Because we’re going to make her cum three times before dinner.

Damián lifted her by the hair, set her on all fours on the marital bed, and drove into her cunt with one thrust. Carla yelled something I couldn’t even make out. Bruno took position in front of her and sank his cock into her mouth. Both at once. The bed creaked with every blow. Their sweat mixed with my wife’s smell, and I, from the armchair, felt something inside me break and reassemble at the same time.

—Piece-of-shit cuck —Damián growled as he thrust—. Your wife’s got a pussy for real cocks and there you are sitting with that little thing.

Bruno added, without stopping pushing her head against him.

—Starting tomorrow Carla sleeps between us. You sleep on the couch. And if you behave, we’ll let you lick her clean after we cum inside her.

That was how Carla came for the first time. Shaking all over, screaming around Bruno’s cock as if she wanted to swallow it whole.

Then they switched her. Damián lay on his back and Carla sat on top, impaling herself to the hilt. Bruno stood behind her and, after spitting into his hand, started sliding it slowly into her ass. Full double penetration. My wife trembled between the two sweaty bodies, eyes rolled back.

—Both of them are fucking me at once, Marcos! Both inside! They smell so strong it’s driving me crazy!

I could only watch, my cock throbbing painfully without daring to touch it.

When they came, it was almost together. Damián inside her cunt, in hot spurts that made her moan. Bruno in her ass, pushing deep to the very last second. Carla ended up lying there with her legs spread, semen dripping from both holes and her body shining with sweat that was no longer hers.

Bruno pointed at the floor.

—Come here, Marcos. Clean your wife up.

I knelt between her legs. First I licked what came out of her cunt, mixed with her juices and Damián’s sour taste. Then her ass, stronger, heavier. Carla stroked my hair and whispered with a tenderness that didn’t match anything that had just happened.

—Good boy, Marcos… that’s how I like it. Clean off everything my men left me.

When I finished, Damián looked down at me with amused contempt.

—Tomorrow we’re bringing our things. Dirty clothes, toiletry bag, cheap cologne. The usual. And we’re going to start marking our territory. Your wife’s going to smell like us all day.

The three of them lay down on the marital bed, Carla in the middle. They kicked me out of the room with a nod of the chin. I went downstairs to the living room with weak legs and sat on the couch in the dark. From the upstairs hallway I heard low laughter, and after a while, soft moans again. That night I slept badly and knew, with horrible clarity, that this was only the beginning.

***

On Friday the doorbell rang at ten thirty in the morning. I opened it with my heart racing and there they were, each carrying an old gym bag that smelled like fabric worn for weeks. Bruno wore the same T-shirt as the day before, now with darker rings under the arms. Damián had on a gray T-shirt with yellowish stains on the chest and jeans that looked like they hadn’t seen a washing machine in a very long time. The smell that came in with them to the hall was thick but bearable: sweat from several days, tobacco soaked into the clothes, that animal undertone that was already starting to feel familiar to me.

Carla was coming down the stairs at that exact moment wearing a short black silk robe. She stopped for a second on the last step and drew in a deep breath, just as she had the night before.

—Good morning, Marcos —Bruno said in that rough, confident voice, walking in as if the house already belonged to him—. We’re settling in. The guest room is our territory from now on.

Damián gave me a clap on the shoulder that almost knocked me over.

—And your little wife is going to be our slut twenty-four-seven. Right, gorgeous? Tell your men what you want.

Carla came down the last steps slowly. The robe, half open, revealed the tops of her breasts and her navel. She stopped in front of them, bit her lower lip, and answered in a soft voice loaded with something new.

—I want you to stay. I want you to use me whenever you feel like it. I want to wake up with your cocks inside me. I want to smell like you all day… and for Marcos to watch and clean up after.

All three went upstairs. I followed in silence, like an invisible spectator in my own house. In the guest room they threw their bags on the bed. They took out sweaty T-shirts, worn underwear, socks, jeans with stains in the crotch. They hung everything up without any order, leaving the closet door open so the smell would spread down the hallway. Carla knelt to help them, and as she did, Bruno opened her robe all the way and left her breasts bare. Damián came up behind her, lifted the fabric, and shoved two fingers straight into her without warning.

—Fuck, Carla. You’re already soaked just from seeing us arrive.

—I haven’t stopped getting wet since last night. I want you to fuck me now. Right here.

Bruno shook his head.

—Not so fast. First we eat. Then we fuck you. And after that we show you something I found yesterday in your bathroom.

***

We went down to the kitchen. Carla took off the robe and was left with only a little white apron that barely covered her in front and left her ass bare in back. She made pasta, salad, and bread trembling with anticipation. Every time she bent over the counter, the apron rode up and her shiny slit showed. She served the plates kneeling between them: first Bruno, setting the food down in front of him and giving him a slow kiss over the bulge in his pants; then Damián, licking the fabric where the thick head pressed through.

I was sitting at the head of the table, trying to eat, but I could hardly swallow. Throughout the meal they didn’t stop humiliating me.

—Look closely, Marcos —Bruno said, cutting his pasta—. Your wife is kneeling and serving us with her tits out because I told her to. How many times have you asked her for something like that? Never. Because you don’t run this place anymore.

Damián slid his hand under the apron and started rubbing her clit slowly while she moaned under her breath.

—This bitch is so wet she’s dripping onto the floor. She’s spent days fantasizing about two strangers getting her pregnant in her own house. Can you imagine that, Marcos? Watching you raise one of our kids while she keeps moaning our names.

Carla spoke, her voice broken up.

—It’s true, Marcos. I want them to get me pregnant. I want to feel them fill me with no protection. I want my belly to grow knowing it belongs to them.

When they finished eating, Carla stayed under the table. Bruno and Damián dropped their pants at the same time. Their cocks came out hard and shining. She started with Bruno, licking from the base to the tip, breathing deeply to fill herself with his scent. Then she moved to Damián.

—Suck it properly —Bruno ordered—. And you, Marcos, sit there and watch. Don’t touch yourself. Just watch your wife suck two cocks better than yours at your own table.

After that they fucked her right there. Damián laid her face-down on the wood, lifted the apron, and drove into her cunt with a deep thrust. Carla screamed with pleasure, her breasts crushed against the table. Bruno took position in front and shoved his cock into her mouth until it hit her throat. The table creaked with every double удар. My own plate shook with each thrust.

—Harder, Damián! Bruno, fuck my mouth until I choke! Marcos, watch them destroy me, your guests!

They came almost at the same time. Damián filled her cunt in spurts that made her moan. Bruno in her throat, forcing her to swallow everything. Carla trembled all over, cumming without anyone touching her clit.

When they were done, Damián went to the hallway bathroom. He took less than a minute. He came out with a huge smile and Carla’s pack of birth control pills in his hand.

—Look what I found yesterday in the cabinet. Your little wife was taking these so she wouldn’t get knocked up. That ends today.

Bruno got up in one move, snatched the box from him, and looked at Carla with burning eyes.

—Throw them away right now. The pills are over. From this moment on we fuck without anything. We’re going to fuck you every day, several times, until you get pregnant. One of the two of us is going to knock you up.

Carla stayed on her knees, staring at the box with glassy eyes. There was no fear on her face. Only pure desire. Her nipples stood hard as stones and a thread of semen mixed with her juices ran down her thigh.

Damián came over to me and put a heavy hand on my shoulder. He spoke very close to my face.

—Listen carefully, Marcos. For the next few months we’re going to fuck your wife without condoms or pills. We’re going to get her pregnant. You’ll watch her belly grow, her tits swell, and her get hornier than ever. And when she’s pregnant with one of ours… we’ll leave. We’ll disappear from your house forever. We’ll leave you alone with her and the kid. You’ll be left raising a stranger’s child. That’s our plan.

Bruno added, without letting go of Carla’s nape.

—So get ready. You’re going to watch us fuck your wife every day until it happens. You’re going to clean our semen up every time. You’re going to sleep on the couch while she sleeps between us, with that belly growing. And when the day comes, we’ll leave without looking back.

Carla knelt between them, her voice trembling but determined.

—Do it. Please. Get me pregnant. Marcos… say yes. Say you accept.

I, with a dry throat and my cock pounding painfully, could only nod. Not a word came out. Just a movement of my head.

That same afternoon they fucked her again in the guest room. This time without any barrier. First Bruno set her on all fours and drove into her to the hilt, thrusting deep and slow so she’d feel every inch. Damián took position in front and fucked her mouth. Then they switched, double penetration again, cunt and ass at the same time. Carla screamed louder than she ever had in my life.

—Fill me! I want to get pregnant with your babies! I want to feel your children growing inside me!

They came inside her over and over. Bruno first in the cunt. Damián in the ass. Then they started again. For hours.

At night the three of them lay on the big bed. Carla in the middle, naked, semen dripping between her thighs and a smile I had never seen on her before. Bruno and Damián held her on both sides, one hand each on her breasts and on her sex, as if marking territory.

I stayed on the living room couch, listening to the soft moans and low laughter still coming from the bedroom.

I knew the next few months were going to be a whirlwind of raw sex and constant humiliation. Day after day, thrust after thrust, until a test came back positive.

And when that happened, when Carla was pregnant with one of them, Bruno and Damián would leave forever.

Leaving me alone with my wife and a stranger’s child.

A child carrying inside it the memory of those months when my house stopped being mine alone… and my marriage changed forever.