My Wife Asked Me to Bring Strangers Home

Four days had passed since that afternoon at the abandoned gas station when Carla confessed it to me for the first time. Four days in which I hadn’t been able to think about anything else. Every night, while I had her underneath me, she dug her nails into my back and whispered in my ear with a broken voice I’d never heard from her before.

—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 throbbing in my throat and my head full of images, could only give the same answer every time.

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

On Wednesday, I wrote to the number Bruno had scribbled for me on a crumpled piece of paper.

Tomorrow at seven. Come to the house. Carla is waiting for you.

On Thursday, at seven-thirty, 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 outlined his chest, and his worn jeans were marked with dark stains around the thighs. He smelled like a man who had been out on the street for days: stale tobacco, unwashed skin, and an animal undertone that crept into my nose and wouldn’t leave. Another man stood beside him, shorter but stockier. Greasy hair plastered to his forehead, a faded gray T-shirt with yellowish rings beneath the arms, and a crooked smile revealing a broken fang.

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

Damián squeezed my hand hard and chuckled.

—Pleased to meet you. We can already smell how wet you’ve got her.

They came in without waiting for permission. Carla was coming down the stairs at that exact moment, wearing a short black dress with thin straps and no bra. Her nipples showed through the fabric. I saw how she drew a deep breath when she crossed paths with them, how her pupils dilated, how her mouth opened for just a second.

Bruno went straight to her. He grabbed her by the waist, pressed her against his body, and kissed her as if he had been waiting months for that moment. Carla moaned against him and rubbed herself against him without hiding it. Damián moved behind her, raised her dress to her waist, and slipped his hand between her legs without ceremony.

—Fuck, Carla… you’re already dripping. You’ve been thinking about beggar cocks for days, huh?

I nodded silently from the kitchen doorway, my cock hard inside my trousers and my hands trembling.

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

—Let’s make things clear from the start, Marcos. We want to stay here. The guest room is ours as of today. We’re going to fuck your wife whenever the hell we feel like it. Morning, afternoon, and night. You’re going to watch, clean up whatever we leave inside her, and sleep on the couch most of the time. Understood?

Carla, with Damián’s fingers buried deep inside her, turned her head toward me. Her eyes shone with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement I had never seen 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 had just won an old bet.

***

They went upstairs to the master bedroom. Carla walked between them, holding each man’s hand, her dress already rolled 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 shirt. Broad torso, black hair stuck down by days of sweat. Damián did the same. They lowered their jeans, and their cocks came out hard, thick, and glistening with heavy sweat that filled the room with a powerful smell. Carla knelt between them without being told and drew a deep breath, as though she wanted to memorize the air.

—They smell so good —she whispered before taking Bruno’s cock in both hands.

She sucked it slowly, looking at me the entire time. Then she moved on to Damián, who was thicker and difficult for her to take all the way in. Saliva ran down her chin. Bruno grabbed her hair and spoke to me.

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

Damián lifted her by the hair, put her on all fours on the marital bed, and rammed his cock into her pussy. Carla screamed something I couldn’t even make out. Bruno positioned himself in front of her and pushed his cock into her mouth. Both of them at once. The bed creaked with every thrust. The smell of their sweat mingled with my wife’s, and from the armchair I felt something inside me break and rebuild itself at the same time.

—You pathetic cuckold —Damián growled as he thrust—. Your wife has a pussy made for real cocks, and there you sit with that little thing.

Bruno added, never stopping his grip on the back of her head.

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

Carla came that way for the first time. Her whole body trembling, screaming around Bruno’s cock as if she wanted to swallow it.

Then they switched her around. Damián lay on his back, and Carla sat on top of him, impaling herself all the way down. Bruno got behind her and, after spitting into his hand, began slowly pushing his cock into her ass. Full double penetration. My wife trembled between their sweaty bodies, her eyes rolling back.

—They’re both fucking me at once, Marcos! Both of them inside me! They smell so strong it drives me crazy!

All I could do was watch, my cock throbbing painfully while I didn’t dare touch it.

When they came, it was almost in unison. Damián came inside her pussy in hot spurts that made her moan. Bruno came inside her ass, thrusting deep until the very last second. Carla lay there with her legs spread, semen dripping from both holes and her body gleaming with sweat that was no longer hers.

Bruno pointed at the floor.

—Come here, Marcos. Clean your wife.

I knelt between her legs. First I licked what was spilling from her pussy, mixed with her juices and Damián’s tangy flavor. Then I cleaned her ass, stronger and heavier. Carla stroked my hair and whispered to me with a tenderness that didn’t fit anything that had just happened.

—Good boy, Marcos… that’s how I like it. Clean up everything my males left in me.

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

—Tomorrow we’ll bring our things. Dirty clothes, toiletries, cheap cologne. The usual. And we’ll start marking our territory. Your wife is going to smell like us all day.

The three of them lay down on the marital bed, Carla in the middle. They dismissed me from the room with a jerk of the chin. I went downstairs on shaky legs and sat on the couch in the dark. Low laughter drifted down the upstairs hall, and after a while, soft moans began again. I slept badly that night, and I knew, with horrible clarity, that this was only the beginning.

***

On Friday, the doorbell rang at ten-thirty in the morning. I opened the door with my heart racing, and there they were, each carrying an old duffel bag that smelled of fabric worn for weeks. Bruno was wearing the same shirt as the day before, now with darker rings beneath the arms. Damián wore a gray shirt with yellowish stains on the chest and jeans that seemed not to have seen a washing machine in a very long time. The smell that came in with them was dense but bearable: several days’ worth of sweat, tobacco soaked into the clothing, and that animal undertone that was already beginning to seem familiar to me.

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

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

Damián slapped my shoulder hard enough to nearly knock me over.

—And your little wife is going to be our whore twenty-four hours a day. Isn’t that right, pretty girl? Tell your males what you want.

Carla descended the last steps slowly. Her open robe revealed the beginnings of her breasts and her navel. She stopped in front of them, bit her lower lip, and answered in a soft voice charged 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 have Marcos watch and clean up afterward.

All three went upstairs. I followed silently, like an invisible spectator in my own house. In the guest room, they threw the bags onto the bed. They took out sweaty shirts, used underwear, socks, and jeans stained at the crotch. They hung everything up without order, leaving the closet door open so the smell could spread down the hall. Carla knelt to help them, and while she did, Bruno opened her robe all the way and left her breasts bare. Damián approached from behind, lifted the fabric, and pushed two fingers straight inside 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 afterward we’ll show you something I found in your bathroom yesterday.

***

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

I was sitting at the head of the table, trying to eat, but I could barely swallow. Throughout the entire meal, they never stopped humiliating me.

—Watch closely, Marcos —Bruno said as he cut his pasta—. Your wife is kneeling there serving us with her tits out because I ordered her to. How many times have you asked her to do something like that? Never. Because you don’t give the orders here anymore.

Damián slipped his hand beneath the apron and began slowly rubbing her clitoris while she moaned softly.

—This bitch is dripping so much she’s wetting the floor. She’s been fantasizing for days about two strangers getting her pregnant in her own house. Can you imagine it, Marcos? Watching yourself raise one of our children while she keeps moaning our names.

Carla spoke in a breathless voice.

—It’s true, Marcos. I want you to get me pregnant. I want to feel you fill me without protection. I want my belly to grow knowing it belongs to them.

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

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

Then they fucked her right there. Damián put her face down over the wood, lifted her apron, and rammed his cock deep into her pussy. Carla screamed with pleasure, her breasts crushed against the table. Bruno positioned himself in front of her and shoved his cock down her throat. The table creaked with every double thrust. My own plate shifted with every drive.

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

They came almost at the same time. Damián filled her pussy in spurts that made her moan. Bruno came down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all. Carla trembled from head to toe, coming without anyone touching her clitoris.

When they finished, Damián went to the bathroom in the hall. He was gone less than a minute. He came out with a huge smile and Carla’s box of birth-control pills in his hand.

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

Bruno stood up abruptly, snatched the box from him, and looked at Carla with blazing eyes.

—Throw them away right now. No more pills. From this moment on, we fuck you without anything. We’re going to fuck you every day, several times a day, until you get pregnant. One of us is going to knock you up.

Carla remained on her knees, staring at the box with glassy eyes. There was no fear on her face. Only pure desire. Her nipples hardened like stones, and a thin trickle of semen mixed with her juices ran down her thigh.

Damián approached me and placed his 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 horniness become stronger 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 raising a stranger’s child. That’s our plan.

Bruno added, without releasing Carla’s neck.

—So get ready. You’re going to watch us fuck your wife every day until it happens. You’re going to clean up our semen every time. You’re going to sleep on the couch while she sleeps between us, her 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 agree.

I, with my throat dry and my cock throbbing painfully, could only nod. No words 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 put her on all fours and pushed himself all the way inside, thrusting deep and slowly so she would feel every inch. Damián positioned himself in front of her and fucked her mouth. Then they switched, double penetration again, pussy and ass at the same time. Carla screamed louder than she ever had in my life.

—Fill me! I want to get pregnant by you! I want to feel your children growing inside me!

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

That night, the three of them lay down on the big bed. Carla was in the middle, naked, semen dripping between her legs and wearing a smile I had never seen before. Bruno and Damián held her from either side, each with one hand on her breasts and the other on her sex, as if marking their territory.

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

I knew the coming months would 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, my wife, and a stranger’s child alone.

A child who would carry inside him the memory of those months when my house stopped being mine alone… and my marriage changed forever.