My wife invited a stranger and put me on my knees

If anyone asked me, I’d never know how to explain how we ended up at that point. And that’s despite the fact that I was the one who pushed us to get there. The idea was mine, the words were mine, and yet when the moment came, my hands were shaking as if I’d been dragged there by force.

I suppose what always happens happened. Routine set in. Boredom set in. And that hit hard, because at first Lorena and I never stopped. We’d seek each other out in the kitchen, in the car, in the middle of the afternoon with the TV on and not even watching it. Her Caribbean blood drove me crazy, the way she moved as if the whole world were a dance floor reserved for her.

I don’t remember the exact conversation. I only remember that we were on the sofa one ordinary night, and I looked at her. I was dumbstruck by her breasts, by the curve of her neck, and I thought about everything we had been. I also thought about how long it had been since that fire went out without either of us doing anything to rekindle it. I think we both reached the same conclusion that night.

There was something else, something I took years to admit out loud. She loved being in charge. And I liked feeling small in front of her temper. We weren’t going to lie to ourselves at that stage.

That’s why, when the day came, we were both nervous. Fully dressed, waiting for the guest: a stranger we’d found online after weeks of messages and changing our minds four times.

—Honey —she said, stroking my face with the back of her fingers—, everything’s going to be fine.

—I know, darling —I replied, trying not to let the lump in my throat show.

She came closer and kissed me slowly, pressing me against her, letting me feel all of her body. I got hard instantly, and for a second we looked at each other with a desire I hadn’t felt in a long time.

—Do you want to see me enjoy myself? —she asked softly.

Then she felt my erection against her thigh and smiled crookedly.

—Of course you do…

With her knee she started rubbing me through my trousers. She looked at me with narrowed eyes and unzipped me without rushing, savoring my impatience. She knelt and started sucking me slowly, first just the tip, with her tongue flat and her eyes locked on mine. I held her hair and threw my head back. I felt her take my balls in her hand and massage them while she took me all the way to the back of her throat. I let out a groan, and when I looked down I found her staring up at me, mouth full, with no intention of stopping.

I don’t know if she wanted to make me cum before the party started, but she would have if it hadn’t been for the doorbell, which rang suddenly in the living room and snapped us both out of the spell.

She stood up and gave me a long, deep kiss, the kind she no longer gave me. She still tasted like me.

—Behave yourself —she whispered.

She stroked my cheek one last time and hurried off to open the door.

***

The guy introduced himself as Adrián. He had the calm confidence of someone who had done this before. He was polite the whole time, shook my hand and asked about the house, but there was something in the way he looked, a mocking spark that went straight to Lorena every time their eyes met.

That night I cooked, like the good cuckold I was about to become. I had made pasta and opened a bottle of wine that I poured without anyone asking me to. Dinner was halfway through when the two of them started skipping the courses and going straight to dessert.

—You must be delicious —he said, staring at her cleavage without bothering to hide it.

I watched them with my fork halfway to my mouth, the meat skewered and forgotten. Lorena returned the compliment biting her lip, completely ignoring me, as if I were just another chair.

Adrián pushed his chair back a little, reached out and slid the dress strap down, leaving one breast exposed. He started stroking it, pinched her nipple, and I saw her close her eyes and breathe deeply. I got turned on watching them, though underneath there was also a twinge of something like jealousy that I couldn’t quite understand.

He planted a kiss on her out of nowhere while his other hand slipped between her thighs, over her clothes. Lorena shuddered and started moving against those fingers.

I stood there watching my wife get heated, and for the first time in a long while it wasn’t because of me.

—The cuckold can touch himself if he wants —Adrián said without looking at me.

I moved my hand toward my trousers almost by reflex, when Lorena spoke without even opening her eyes properly.

—No. Not yet, love. Just watch —she ordered.

And like an idiot, I obeyed.

—Take off my shoes —she said after that.

I let myself sink to the floor. From there I saw his hand disappear under the dress. I took off one shoe, then the other. I was about to stand up, but she gently held my head and kept me down. Then I understood what she was after: humiliating me. And I understood, with a mix of shame and arousal, that it was exactly what I had asked her for without daring to put it in those words.

I had her feet in front of me, and I started kissing them. I heard a timid moan above my head. I didn’t know whether to look up, whether she wanted me to see her or stay in my place. I glanced up sideways and saw her writhing in the chair, as turned on as I’d seen her in years.

Suddenly I recognized a sound. It was the same noise she’d made with me before he arrived. I knew it well. She was sucking Adrián’s cock while I was still under the table, kissing her feet, while the two of them were probably laughing at me under their breath. And that, strange as it sounds, made me want to explode. I felt like a dog at her feet, and I liked it.

***

It went on like that a little longer until she grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled me up. Adrián was buttoning his trousers again and going back to his seat as if nothing had happened. She licked her lips like a lady after a good meal.

She looked at me with a mocking smile and brought me to her mouth. She kissed me, pushing her tongue all the way in. That strange, foreign taste again. When she pulled away I looked at Adrián, who held my gaze while laughing, and the two of us knew perfectly well why.

We acted as if nothing was happening, but we all knew where the night was going.

—Shall we move on to the real dessert? —said Lorena, looking at him.

The two of them stood up, and I followed behind, like a dog trailing its owner. We reached the bedroom and then came the hard part: the uncomfortable silence of “now what?”

They stood by the bed and started kissing again. Between kisses, Lorena managed to give me an order.

—Take off my dress…

I obeyed. When I was done, she paused for a moment and looked me in the eyes.

—Are you okay? —she asked, and for a second she was just my wife again.

I nodded. It was what we had agreed on, and it was working: I was dying to yank her away from there and fuck her myself. But that night I wasn’t there for that, and we both knew it.

She pulled Adrián’s trousers down and knelt in front of him. She grabbed my arm and tugged so I’d kneel beside her.

It had to be admitted: he had a lot more than I did. Lorena looked at it for a moment, almost admiringly, and started licking it slowly without taking her eyes off me, as if seeking my approval. A stab went through my chest. It hurt. And yet it turned me on like nothing had in years.

He grabbed her hair and forced her to take it all in, without mercy. She kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw that I wasn’t protesting, she pulled on me again. She put me just inches from the scene, smelling and watching that cock going in and out of her mouth. After a few thrusts, she stopped and brought me up to her face.

—Do you love me, my love? —she asked, her lips wet, inches from mine.

—Of course I do, sweetheart…

She gave me a deep kiss that at first I wanted to refuse, more out of pride than anything else. She held the back of my neck and forced me to keep going.

—You want the best for me, don’t you? —she murmured.

I didn’t know whether she was testing me, whether she wanted to remind me why we were doing all this, or whether she simply enjoyed having me like that, surrendered. But whatever the reason, my answer came out on its own.

—Yes, darling. Whatever you want.

She kissed me again and, just after, pulled away and spat in my face with a smile that was cruel and bright at the same time. Then she turned her head and put Adrián’s cock back in her mouth, leaving me once again in the front row, watching how slutty my wife could be. And I, on my knees, discovered that I had never wanted her as much as in that instant when she was no longer entirely mine.