The New Conquest of My Wife in the Abandoned Shed

After the punishment Carolina had gotten and the humiliation I had suffered for watching without stepping in, we decided to dial things down for a while. Work and school demanded our full concentration, and we needed to clear our heads. We hid in the everyday: quiet dinners, the occasional massage session, trips to the movies, the normal life of a married couple that had very little normal about it behind closed doors.

We kept in touch with Mauricio every now and then, but the abandoned shed in the southern part of town had become almost an addiction for us. It didn’t always end with Carolina fucking one of them. Sometimes we went just to talk, to play cards with Damián and Bruno, to drink a warm beer while Marcos told some old story from when he worked at the port. It was like visiting a friend, except that friend lived among rubble and sometimes was up for more.

That Saturday we had the weekend off. The head nurse had let us off the leash, which was a little unprofessional but something we appreciated. We spent the day locked up watching series. Things started when night fell and Carolina pulled out the bag where she kept the clothes we ordered online.

I never describe my outfit because it’s always the same: shorts and a T-shirt. But she liked to debut something new every time. That night she chose a completely sheer black tube top, with her breasts clearly visible through it in every detail, a tiny skirt made of the same material, and a string thong barely thicker than a shoelace. Black stiletto heels. She was dressed like a whore, there was no other word for it. To leave the house she put on one of my sweatshirts that covered everything, but as soon as I pulled the car out, she took it off.

This time I got out to buy the sodas and a few sandwiches for them. I parked on Damián and Bruno’s block, same as always. When Carolina got out of the car, both of them nearly had their eyes pop out.

—Incredible —Bruno said—. How do you leave your house dressed like that?

—With a sweatshirt, you know that —she replied, shrugging.

Damián took her by the hand and slowly spun her around, like in a ballroom dance. Then he asked her whether she was bringing them anything besides her ass that night. Carolina pulled out what I had bought somewhere else and handed it to them.

We walked over to where Marcos was, which was the usual meeting point. We moved a little farther inside so we wouldn’t be so exposed to the street, though that time we stayed near the edge. While they ate, I pulled out a deck of cards and we started playing twenty-one. A while later, another group half a block away whistled toward us. Carolina stood up.

—I’ll be right back —she said, and walked off in those heels as if the dirt road were a runway.

From where we were I could hear them laughing. They were courting her, I guessed, or giving her shit. Carolina had the knack of getting along with everyone: a reputation as a whore, but respected. When I looked over, one of the guys had spun her around just like Damián had, and she was playing along with a little dance.

—Your wife knows how to win over the crowd —Damián said, dealing himself another card.

—It’s a privilege having her every day —I replied, showing off.

Marcos laughed.

—You’re right, but the good thing is that ass is very sociable.

It made me laugh. They’d thrown the teasing back at me. Then the usual “kiss, kiss!” from the other group could be heard, and I saw her give the oldest one a quick peck on the lips before walking back toward us.

—They’re incorrigible —she said, laughing, shaking her head.

—Dressed like that, anyone’s going to be tempted —Bruno added.

—If not, look —Marcos said, pulling his shorts down a little and showing the already obvious erection.

—I get you that worked up, Marcos? —Carolina shot back.

She looked around for the old mattress against the wall and walked over to it. She got on all fours and lifted her ass slightly.

—How about like this? —she asked over her shoulder.

The three of us froze. In that same instant I realized she had left the house with the plug in. The first thing we saw was the violet heart shining through the fabric of the thong, and then the flash of metal when she moved. All night with that inside her: in the car, while I drove without knowing, while I bought the sodas. My mouth went dry.

Bruno was the first to move. He yanked the top off her in one pull, then the skirt, and tore the thong right off her to get it out of the way. He kissed her back from the nape down to the base, bit one cheek, and got behind her to give her oral while he used his hand to move the plug in circles. Carolina moaned with her face against the mattress.

Bruno licked her while tugging and pushing the plug until she was so wet you could see her glisten in the light of the yellow streetlamp. Then he settled himself, placed his cock between her lips, and pushed slowly until he had it all inside. Carolina let out a long sigh. Bruno started moving, alternating rhythms, sometimes sinking in as deep as he could.

He grabbed her neck with one hand and lifted her to kiss the back of her neck.

—I love your cock —she told him.

—I know you love it. And I love fucking you while the others watch even more.

—That’s what whores do.

Bruno picked up the pace. He spoke in her ear again.

—I want your husband to see me wreck your ass.

—And for everyone else to be able to do it too —she answered.

Bruno pulled the plug out slowly and brought it up to her mouth.

—Here, hold this —he said, and Carolina opened her mouth as if it were a baby bottle.

Then he lined himself up with her stretched asshole and pushed. He went in without resistance, helped by the wetness and by the prior preparation with the plug. He started pounding hard. I could see her ass opening every time he pulled his cock all the way out and shoved it back in. Carolina made muffled sounds with the plug between her teeth.

They changed position. Bruno lay down and she sat on top of him, facing away, sliding that cock into place with studied calm. Then she started bouncing. Bruno had his hands on her hips and his jaw clenched, clearly holding back so he wouldn’t finish. She was beautiful like that, knowing there were still three more to go.

Within a few minutes Bruno asked her to turn around. He shoved it into her from behind again just to finish inside, and then immediately took the plug out of her mouth and put it back in, sealing in the semen. Carolina turned and gave him a short blowjob, almost like a farewell.

Meanwhile I had my cock out, stroking myself slowly so I wouldn’t cum too soon.

Marcos and Damián didn’t want to wait anymore and came over at the same time. While Marcos was fucking her from behind, Damián had his cock in her mouth. At one point Marcos yanked Carolina’s hair and said:

—Let’s see what mess this other one left us.

He pulled the plug out and she put it back in her mouth again. Without warning, Marcos drove his cock into her ass. She barely complained: she was too loosened up. Marcos was the kind who did things his own way; he didn’t care about the other guy’s rhythm. He spanked her, talked dirty to her, repeated several times how much of a whore she was.

—That’s how you should always hand over your ass to us —he told her.

—If not, you know, something else can do —he added, mockingly.

Damián, meanwhile, was fondling her breasts. Since she had the plug in her mouth, she was jerking him off with her hand. She did what she could. Marcos finished quickly because of how fast he was fucking her, and immediately put the plug back in her mouth.

It was Damián’s turn. Surprisingly, he gave her a break. Carolina was drenched in sweat, her ass red, breathing hard. I handed her a bottle of water without saying a word. She took a long drink and gave me a short kiss on the mouth.

Damián repeated the ritual: pulled out the plug, put it in her mouth, a hard smack, and fucked her from behind. He was calmer. Every time he pulled back, his white cock could be seen, mixing with the others’ cum. When he finished, he trapped what came out with his own cock and made her turn her face.

—Turn around, little whore.

Carolina saw the cock covered in the semen of the three of them and sucked it clean without being asked.

—You’re a nasty slut —Damián said, laughing—. We already know what you like swallowing. Who knows what else, too.

After that, Carolina lay on her side on the mattress, recovering. Semen was still leaking out of her ass, sliding slowly down her cheek and staining the fabric. Bruno had gone off somewhere. Marcos and Damián were drinking water. So was I.

When she got her breath back, Carolina stood up completely naked, took a wet wipe from her bag, and cleaned her face and intimate parts. She touched up her makeup with a tiny mirror. Then she walked to the edge of the street, just like that, to get some fresh air. Immediately the other groups at the far end of the block started whistling and blowing kisses at her. She walked back slowly, smiling.

She sat on Marcos’s lap, and he had already dressed himself in his rags. She was the only one naked. We were chatting about nothing in particular when Bruno came back, and he wasn’t alone.

He brought a very young guy with him. His name was Tomás and, as we learned later, he was two weeks shy of turning nineteen.

When they arrived there was a strange moment of crossed looks. Tomás looked at Carolina, Carolina looked at Tomás, I looked at Tomás, Bruno looked at Carolina, Damián looked at Bruno, Marcos looked at Carolina, who kept looking at Tomás.

—Well —Bruno said—, is this a staring contest or what?

We all laughed. It was the comic relief we needed. But the question was still hanging between Carolina and me: who the hell was this kid?

Tomás, evidently, couldn’t stop looking at her. It made sense: she was naked, sitting on Marcos’s lap, with the red marks still fresh on her ass.

—Come on, sit next to this beauty —Marcos told him.

The kid sat on a plastic crate, a little awkwardly.

—Let me introduce you to Carolina, she’s a nurse, she comes by to take care of us every now and then. And he’s her husband, Mateo.

We said hello. While they talked, I took a good look at him. He didn’t have the look of the others. He didn’t seem shabby, he wasn’t wearing rags. He had on baggy jeans with a few tears but no shirt. He definitely wasn’t homeless.

As we talked, the pieces started falling into place. Tomás had a house, he lived with his parents, but he was one of those kids who prefer the street. He lived pretty far from the shed and still made the trip on foot. He didn’t go to school, he was always getting into trouble. His parents existed but weren’t present. The perfect recipe to end up like Marcos or Damián in thirty years, if not worse.

They’d wanted to introduce him to us for a while, they said, but it had never happened. That night, with the trust already established, Bruno took the trouble.

Tomás was having trouble keeping up with the conversation. He looked at Carolina, then at me, trying to understand the dynamic. Carolina noticed and told him:

—Relax. We’ve known each other for a long time. I like this.

—Okay —he said, not knowing what else to add.

Marcos laughed.

—Don’t worry, Tomás. Mateo’s wife is a real slut, and that ass isn’t enough for just one guy. He has to share her.

—You’re a mess —Carolina replied, amused.

—You just got fucked in front of your husband a little while ago —Bruno jumped in.

The kid, streetwise or not, was still holding back. He didn’t dare say much, but he didn’t miss a detail.

—And how old are you? —Carolina asked him.

—I’m turning nineteen in two weeks.

—I’m twenty-four. I’m older, so you have to respect me —she said, joking.

—And do you have a girlfriend?

—No, not yet.

—Do you want me to be your girlfriend?

Tomás stammered something that didn’t quite become a word.

—Hey, that’s not fair! —Damián protested—. We’ve known her longer and she never asked us that.

—Mateo, do something —Bruno said, laughing.

—Don’t look at me, she asked the kid, let him answer —I said, passing the buck.

—Well, Tomás, do you want me to be your girlfriend or not?

The kid nodded in shock.

—Good —Carolina said—, but you have to take me out, invite me somewhere. Okay?

—Yes —he answered.

—Then give me a kiss.

—B-but won’t your husband do something to me?

I laughed. Carolina got up from Marcos’s lap and sat on my thigh.

—Are you going to or not?

What a way to intimidate him. Tomás stood up, walked over to us, and kissed her. Carolina received it calmly, letting him do it.

—There, now we’re boyfriend and girlfriend —she told him, and stood up—. Come on, give me another one.

This time she kissed him, hard, and Tomás grabbed her by the waist. He got bolder. He kept up.

—I knew you knew how to kiss —she said, pulling back for only a second before going in again.

The kid worked up the nerve to go down to her breasts. He was having trouble making progress, so Carolina took his head and guided him until he latched onto one.

—If that’s what you wanted, go ahead.

Damián came up behind Tomás and said something in his ear. The boy shook his head. Damián persisted, patting his back encouragingly. Tomás hesitated, then put a hand on Carolina’s head and gently pushed down.

—Look at you, my boyfriend’s desperate —she told me, amused.

—Show him you’re a good girlfriend —I replied.

Carolina bent down, pulled his zipper down, and took out his cock. Tomás closed his eyes when he felt the wetness of her mouth. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I stood her up on all fours, and Tomás had to kneel so she could keep going. I started fucking her. She was hot inside, almost burning, a different sensation than usual.

Then I pulled out to make room for Tomás. The kid had all the energy of nineteen years old. He drove her forward with every thrust, not measuring his force. He lacked experience, but he gained confidence fast. Within a few minutes he slowed down, stayed still, and came inside her. When he pulled out, a stream of semen came out right away.

Carolina lay back on her back. I settled back into missionary. With the tip of my cock I gathered what had been left outside and pushed it back in, mixing everything together. I fucked her slowly at first, then harder. The others watched in silence.

—Come on, Tomás —she told him—. Don’t miss a detail of how they fuck me.

I finished inside and the two of us stayed lying on the mattress.

After that we sat down to talk again, much calmer. Carolina gave her new “boyfriend” one last kiss. We said goodbye to everyone and headed back to the car in silence, her still holding my hand over the gearshift.