The Friend Who Thought He Could Win Over My Wife

The air in the small loft was thick with something more potent than the aroma of red wine and dinner spices. Carla presided over the table with that feline confidence I knew by heart, wrapped in a black silk dress that seemed designed not to quite contain her tits or the shameless curve of her ass. I drank in silence beside her, my hands a little more unsteady than I would have liked to admit, and my cock already half-hard under my pants just from imagining what was coming.

Across from us sat Rubén. An old friend from college, tall, broad-shouldered, with that habit of taking over any room the moment he stepped into it. He made no attempt at subtlety. He devoured my wife with his eyes without the least disguise, deliberately ignoring every rule of courtesy a guest should respect. Again and again his gaze dropped to her cleavage, to the nipple that stood out insolent beneath the silk.

—It’s exquisite, Diego —Rubén said, setting his glass down on the table with a dull thud—. Though we both know I didn’t come all the way here for dinner alone.

I lowered my head. I felt an involuntary blush crawl up my neck, just as we had rehearsed. Carla smiled, an expression charged with exquisite cruelty, and slid her foot beneath the table, not toward me, but straight to our guest’s crotch. I watched her press the bulge with the bare sole of her foot, watched Rubén close his eyes for an instant and draw in a deep breath.

—Diego knows I like being celebrated —she purred—. And he knows damn well he alone isn’t enough to fill my cunt the way I need.

***

When we finished dinner, the change was instantaneous. Carla stood and, with a brief tilt of her chin, told me to kneel in the middle of the rug. I obeyed without hesitation, taking on my role as spectator and servant, the role we had spent so many nights rehearsing in whispers before sleep, my cock wetting my hand while she told me what she was going to let them do to her.

Rubén rose with a predator’s slowness. He went up to Carla and, right in front of my wide eyes, grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back. Instead of complaining, she let out a deep sigh of pure pleasure and opened her mouth, waiting for him to fill it with his tongue. Rubén ate her mouth with his tongue, biting her lip until she moaned, while his other hand yanked the strap of her dress down in one rough motion. One breast spilled free, round, with the nipple stiff and dark. He pinched the nipple between two fingers, twisted it, and Carla arched against him with a gasp that ran down my spine like a shock.

—Do you like watching, Diego? —he asked, while his other hand slid beneath my wife’s skirt—. Look how she shivers when I touch her the way you’d never dare. Look how her cunt gets wet just from smelling me.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. Rubén sank two fingers between Carla’s thighs and pulled them out shining, showing them to me with a smile. Then he shoved them into her mouth, making her taste her own flavor. From his belt he took out a thin black leather riding crop and let it whistle through the air. The sound cracked through the loft like a gunshot and raised the hair on the back of my neck.

—Clothes off. Both of you —he ordered.

I undressed with deliberate clumsiness, feeling tiny beside him, my cock hard and pointing at the ceiling, already leaking a clear thread. Carla, by contrast, shed the silk with lascivious elegance, until she was left only in stockings and stiletto heels. Her cunt was shaved and shiny, the lips swollen and parted from how wet they were. Rubén didn’t waste a second. He yanked his pants down and his cock sprang out thick, dark, much wider than mine, with prominent veins and a purple head pointing toward his belly. He seized Carla by the nape and forced her to kneel in front of him.

—Suck me off —he growled—. And let your husband watch closely while you do it.

Carla opened her mouth and took him all the way in one go, to the base, until her nose bumped against the thick pubic hair above Rubén’s pelvis. I heard her gag, swallow, and take him deeper again. She sucked his cock with a hunger I had never seen from her with me: teary-eyed, a string of spit running from her chin to her tits, her hands squeezing his balls and weighing them as if measuring how much cum she could wring out of him. Rubén held her head with both hands and fucked her throat at a brutal pace, not letting her breathe, while I touched myself a few inches away, cock in a fist, not yet permitted to cum.

—Look how she sucks, Diego —he panted, shoving his cock down to her tonsils—. Look at the saliva pouring out of her just from having a real cock in her mouth.

When he let her go, Carla coughed, drew a deep breath and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling with swollen red lips. Rubén yanked her up by the hair, turned her around, and with one firm motion made her brace herself face down on the table, still surrounded by the remains of wine and the dinner dishes. He spread her ass cheeks with both hands, spat between them, and thrust into her cunt in one single push, ripping a scream from her that echoed off every wall in the loft.

***

The loft filled with raw sounds. The wet slap of his cock sliding in and out of Carla’s drenched pussy, the impact of Rubén’s thighs against her ass, the crop falling rhythmically against her buttocks and leaving pink marks she wore like jewels. I moaned a few inches away, forced to stroke my cock while witnessing every thrust, without permission to look away.

Rubén positioned himself behind her and held her hips with a force that would leave a mark. He grabbed her tits from underneath, squeezed them, twisted them. Carla screamed, pushed her ass back to take him deeper, searching for the hilt. She met my gaze, her eyes bloodshot with desire and an unmistakable spark of superiority.

—Look at me, Diego —she gasped while he split her open in two—. Look how a real man is fucking me. Look how he fills me. Kiss his boots while he tears my cunt apart.

In a trance, I crawled to Rubén’s boots and obeyed, listening to the echo of his thrusts against my wife’s body, smelling the mingled sweat and sex in the air. The room seemed to shrink. The heat was stifling and the air tasted of sweat and of a lust whose owner I could no longer tell apart.

—Get on all fours —Rubén ordered, pulling out of her in one sharp motion.

He sat her on the edge of the table, spread her legs, and shoved back into her while looking her in the face, his cock shining with her juices. He bit her nipples one by one as he fucked her, spat into her mouth, insulted her by calling her a whore, a slut, a horny pig, and Carla came with every word, squeezing his ass cheeks with her heels dug in. Then he lifted her as if she weighed nothing, turned her again, and put her on all fours on the rug beside me so I could have the scene at eye level. He buried himself in her cunt from behind again, gripping her hair like reins.

—Now the ass —he said—. Show your husband what that little hole he never dared touch is for.

Carla spread her own ass cheeks with her hands, offering herself. Rubén pulled his cock out of her cunt, dripping wet, and pressed it against the other hole. He pushed the first inch in slowly, then harder, and my wife’s asshole opened around his glans. She let out a long, rough, almost animal moan as he sank in centimeter by centimeter until he was buried to the hilt. Then he began to pump with savage rhythm, smacking her already reddened ass while Carla rubbed her clit with two fingers and came over and over again.

—Suck my fingers, Diego —she ordered, holding out her hand, shining with her own juices.

I took them into my mouth without hesitation, tasting her while Rubén continued to wreck her ass a hand’s breadth from my face. He showed no mercy. He increased the pace, alternating humiliating words aimed at me with violent thrusts into her. Carla, utterly surrendered, screamed his name and ignored my existence except to use me as the pedestal for her own pleasure. When the climax came, it was an explosion of sensory violence: Rubén pulled out his cock at the last second, spun her with one hard jerk, and emptied a thick stream of cum over her face, open mouth, tits, and chin, and I collapsed onto the rug, exhausted, perfectly pretending to be mentally shattered by what I had just helped facilitate.

***

After the last shudder, silence grew heavy, broken only by Rubén’s labored breathing and Carla’s broken sobs, still kneeling on the rug with her face painted white. He fixed me with a cold stare while I remained on my knees, my face damp and my gaze lost on a spot in the floor.

—Come here —he ordered, with a voice that allowed no argument.

I crawled until I was at his feet. Rubén grabbed Carla by the nape and forced her to look at me from that position of absolute defeat, trails of semen sliding down her cheeks.

—Tell him —he demanded, tightening his fingers in her hair—. Tell this scrap of shit what it feels like when someone takes you without asking.

—He owns this cunt now, Diego —she whispered, her eyes shining with cruel excitement—. You’re only the one who watches. The one who cleans up. The one who’s grateful we let him breathe in the same room.

Rubén let her go and sank into the main chair, the one I usually occupied at our quiet dinners. He spread his legs with arrogance, his cock still thick and shining between his thighs, and pointed at the floor between them.

—Ask permission to sleep on the floor —Carla ordered, lifting my chin with the tip of her heel—. Ask permission to keep being our toy tomorrow. And clean his cock with your tongue before you go to bed; don’t forget to thank him.

I did. I crawled between his thighs and ran my tongue from his balls to his glans, savoring the mix of the cum that remained and my wife’s cunt juices. I mouthed each word of submission with a broken voice, while inside me a desire devoured me that neither of the men in that scene —neither the one who dominated nor the one who was humiliated— could fully explain.

***

The sun crept timidly through the windows the next morning, casting long shadows over the tangled bodies of Carla and Rubén in the bed. I woke on the floor, at the foot of the mattress, with the echo of the crop still burning on my back and the smell of sex invading every corner of the loft.

Rubén stretched lazily. When his eyes met mine, a predator’s smile crossed his face. His cock was already hard in the morning, taut against his belly.

—Get up —he ordered—. It’s time to do your morning duties.

I struggled to sit up, feeling every muscle ache. He sat on the edge of the bed, his sturdy body outlined against the light. Carla ran a hand over Rubén’s thigh, took hold of it, and began stroking him slowly, looking at me with a poisoned smile.

—Our friend needs a good breakfast, and you’re the one in charge of serving it —she said—. But first I think he has something else in mind for you.

Rubén stood and came closer. He took me by the hair and forced me to look up while with his other hand he held his cock at the level of my mouth.

—On your knees —he said, his voice hoarse—. And this time, not to watch. Open your mouth and show me how much you value the pleasure I gave your wife.

I obeyed. I felt a knot in my stomach, that mix of revulsion and perverse excitement I no longer knew how to control. I closed my eyes for an instant and then parted my lips. He slid his cock into my mouth slowly, savoring the scene, until I felt the glans pressing against my palate. He began to shove my head forward and back, marking the rhythm with his hands locked in my hair, not letting me breathe any more than necessary. He made me take him all the way, to the back of my throat, until my eyes filled with tears and saliva dripped in threads down to my chest. Every gag I let out excited him more. I sucked his cock with a trembling tongue, feeling it swell inside my mouth, while he moaned with satisfaction and guided my movements with calculated brutality. From the bed, Carla watched the scene with cold fascination, with two fingers sunk into her cunt, rubbing herself, laughing quietly at the absolute humiliation of her husband.

—Slower —Rubén growled—. Savor it. Suck my balls too, pig. Today you get to learn your place with your mouth, not your eyes.

I lowered my tongue to his balls and licked them one by one while he jerked off over my face. At that moment I was no longer a husband. I was an extension of his pleasure, an instrument, a mouth. Or at least that was what he needed to believe.

***

When he was done, he ordered me to get dressed and serve breakfast. I made the coffee with shaking hands, and every time I passed near the table Rubén tripped me with his foot or brushed against the marked skin of my body simply to remind me of his power. Carla, seated on his lap, still naked, with his cock resting between her ass cheeks, didn’t miss an opportunity to sink the knife a little deeper.

—Look how pathetic he looks —she said, taking a sip of the coffee I had just served with my head bowed—. He can’t even look you in the face while I’m sticking it between his ass cheeks.

Rubén burst out laughing, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and forced me to lean in beside her. He pulled out his cock again, already hard once more, and started pounding it in front of my face.

—Engrave this in your memory —he said—. Cup your hands and don’t waste a single drop of what your wife earned last night.

I put my hands together beneath his glans, obedient, and he came with a guttural groan, thick streams of hot semen filling my palms until they overflowed. When he was done, he forced me to bring my hands to Carla’s mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licked each finger, sucked each palm, consuming the trace of his victory directly from me, looking at me with a contempt that seemed endless, swallowing the cum with theatrical pleasure and licking her lips at the end.

—You may withdraw to the corner, Diego —she whispered, wiping her lips—. The loft gets too small with three. You’re surplus now.

Rubén got dressed shortly after. The slamming of the door as he left echoed through the walls and left behind a silence charged with sweat and submission. For a few seconds I didn’t move from the floor, my hands still stained and the marks on my back burning.

***

Then everything changed.

The cruel tension emanating from Carla vanished at once. Her shoulders relaxed, the mask of contempt dissolved into a smile of complicity, and instead of a kick, she held out her hand to help me up.

—It was perfect —she murmured, with a genuine tenderness that hadn’t shown itself all night.

I stood, and my eyes were no longer those of a broken man, but of someone deeply satisfied. We melted into a long embrace, breaking with a single gesture the hierarchy we had so precisely feigned.

—Rubén has no idea, does he? —I asked, while she began wiping the marks from my face with a damp cloth—. He thinks he owns the situation. The macho who conquered us both.

—He’s the perfect actor for our theater —Carla replied, kissing one of the red lines on my shoulder with devotion—. He thinks he owns me, but he’s only the tool that gets us aroused. Watching him believe himself superior while you and I share this secret… that’s the real perversion.

I nodded, feeling my desire for my wife renewed and intact after the game, my cock hardening again just from looking at her mouth still shining. Every spanking, every order, every humiliation had been agreed between us weeks earlier, in the intimacy of bed. The supposed infidelity wasn’t betrayal: it was the stage we had built to remind ourselves, over and over, that nothing could break what we had.

—Did it hurt a lot? —she asked, tracing the marks with her fingertips.

—Enough to know you’re mine —I answered, taking her by the waist and pulling her against me with a force Rubén would never suspect. I shoved her against the wall, pried her legs apart with a knee, and sank two fingers into the cunt still swollen from the night before. She gasped, clutched my shoulders, threw her head back—. I love making you see me with others. I love that we use a friend as an excuse to fuck again like this morning.

I carried her to the bed, still rumpled, threw her onto the sheets, and buried myself in her in one single thrust, erasing Rubén’s trace with my cock, marking once again what was mine alone. Carla laughed, a clean, victorious laugh, while I fucked her and bit her neck. The loft had ceased to be the scene of a tragedy of humiliation and had become the sanctuary of a private, dark pact. Afterward we got into the shower together to wash Rubén’s trace from our skin, and there, under the hot water, I fucked her again against the tiles, once more celebrating the success of our most perverse performance.