The Snow Trapped Us with My Husband’s Two Partners

That winter afternoon the phone rang, and on the other end I heard my brother-in-law’s broken voice. My sister Lorena had been rushed into the hospital, and it seemed serious. They lived about five hundred and fifty kilometers away, in a city in the north, and I had to get there somehow.

I tried every possible combination. Full trains, flights with no seats, buses that would take almost two full days. I called my husband, Esteban, who was away on a consulting trip about two hundred and eighty kilometers from where I was. I asked him to come back and pick me up by car, but he told me he had a pending contract and couldn’t move. He did promise to speak to the office to see whether they could find a solution.

Half an hour later he called me back with an answer. The two partners at the firm where he works, Bruno, forty-two, and Damián, fifty-six, had a trip scheduled in that direction in a few days. It cost them nothing to bring it forward and take a slight detour to pick me up. They would be at the house in two hours.

I had barely seen those men, only at some Christmas cocktail party. The idea of getting into a car with two near strangers for five hundred and fifty kilometers did not appeal to me at all, but urgency called the shots. I packed a small bag with the bare essentials, and when the phone rang again to tell me they were at the door, my hands were still shaking.

The car was a black sedan, roomy and quiet, with light leather seats. Both of them were attentive and talkative from the first kilometer. Bruno was big-built, dark-haired, with a three-day beard and a deep voice. Damián had graying hair, a slight belly, and blue eyes that smiled before his mouth did. Both wore dark suits and ties, as if they had come from a meeting.

Between the heat, the hum of the engine, and the soft seats, I fell asleep. And in the dream I went back to a conversation my friend Lucía had had with me weeks earlier.

Lucía has been my confidante for years. She doesn’t have a steady lover because she says it would be like dragging around a second husband, but if an opportunity comes her way, she doesn’t let it pass. And if it doesn’t come her way, she goes looking for it. She tells me every adventure in detail, and more than once she has turned me on while we drank coffee. Her latest feat had been a meeting with two men at once, and that story had stuck under my skin.

In the dream, the two of us were in the back seat of a car that wasn’t that one. We were wearing very short skirts, black leather boots up to the knee, and a neckline that wasn’t mine. Up front, two shadows drove on without names. We left the road, took a dirt track, and the car stopped behind some bushes.

—Which of the two do you want to fuck you? —Lucía asked me with a crooked smile.

I didn’t answer. I stayed still, looking at those two men who desired me without hiding it. Lucía laughed, got out of the car, and let them lay her down over the hood. I could see her from inside, with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her legs apart, while one of them fucked her from behind. I was rubbing myself with my hand under my panties, watching the show, until the other man came to my door, yanked me out, and pressed me backward against the cold metal.

—Carolina, sorry to wake you.

Damián’s voice pulled me out of the dream at exactly the worst moment. We were at a service station. Bruno had gone out to fill the tank.

—We thought we’d stop to eat something, we didn’t want to leave you alone in the car —he added.

I sat up, my cheeks hot and my throat dry. I went to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and then went down to the restaurant.

***

When we arrived at the hospital, Lorena was already out of danger. I stayed with her for two full days, sleeping now and then in a reclining chair. Bruno and Damián kept up with their meetings in the area and came by to pick me up the morning we were due to return.

The weather, however, had worsened. Snow in the high passes and heavy rain in the valley. Some streams were starting to overflow, and the radio kept insisting that no one should travel unless it was strictly necessary. Even so, they decided to head back.

An hour after we left, a sign and two civil guards had the road closed. Snow had piled up at the next mountain pass. We wouldn’t be able to drive through until the next morning. The alternative routes were flooded. They advised us to find a nearby hotel and wait.

The rural hotel we reached was packed with stranded drivers. At reception they gave us a grim look: they only had one room left, with a double bed and a sofa bed. Both of them turned to me, leaving the decision to me.

—For one night, we’ll manage —I said, trying to sound confident.

The room was large and smelled of pine wood. Double windows, blackout curtains, and a dead fireplace in the corner. It was lunchtime.

—Carolina, if you want to shower before going down, we’ll wait in the lounge —Bruno offered.

—Yes, I’ll do that. Maybe I can relax a little; with this weather I’m nervous.

—Then we’ll take turns afterward —Damián replied.

The three of us ate at a table near the restaurant fireplace. On the excuse that no one had to drive, we ordered a bottle of red wine and finished it without noticing. While they served the coffee, they announced they were going to show a movie in the lounge. They decided to stay and watch it. I was exhausted, had barely slept in the hospital, so I went up to take a nap.

I drew the blackout curtains and the room filled with twilight. I sat on the edge of the sofa to take off my boots, and there I fell asleep.

***

About an hour later, between sleep and waking, the car fantasy came back to me. The warm sensation between my legs, the hands of that stranger gripping my waist, Lucía’s image lying face down on the hood. Without opening my eyes, I started stroking my thighs over my skirt.

I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled out one breast. My nipple hardened at the first touch. I lowered my hand, slipped out of my panties, and touched myself with two fingers, slowly, drawing out the pleasure the way I hadn’t let myself do in a long time. The image in my head was crystal clear: me braced against a car’s bodywork, two men taking turns, Lucía watching me knowingly. I’m going to ask her to organize something for real, I thought.

And then I heard a sigh that wasn’t mine.

I opened my eyes. Bruno and Damián were two meters away, in front of the sofa, their pants down and their hands on their cocks. They were masturbating to the sight of me.

I sprang up like a slingshot and ran for the door. Bruno cut me off without touching me.

—Carolina, don’t worry. We came up to see how you were, and we came in quietly in case you were asleep. Seeing you like that, we couldn’t stop ourselves.

—Please, don’t go —Damián asked—. Stay, let us finish looking at you.

I felt exposed and guilty, but something inside me was beating with a new insistence. They had already seen me. What difference did it make.

—All right —I said, with a voice firmer than I felt inside—. But you don’t touch me. Only look.

I leaned back against the wall. Both of them returned to their positions, regaining their rhythm. I watched them, still with my blouse open and my skirt wrinkled.

—Lift your skirt a little —Damián asked—. I can’t concentrate.

I raised it two fingers above my knee. Damián let out a low groan.

—More.

I pulled it up to my waist. I was naked from the waist down, looking at them. I couldn’t hide the wetness between my legs. I began stroking myself again, this time without hiding it.

Bruno was the first to come over. Without saying anything, he moved my hand away and put his own there. I guessed what was coming and whispered no to him, not to fuck, please. He shut me up with a long kiss, tongue in, while his cock searched for the entrance. He went in only halfway, with slow, controlled movements. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him in, wanting it all. He was so turned on that he came within seconds, filling me with a dull groan against my neck.

When he pulled away, Damián was already naked, with a condom on and his cock rock hard. He didn’t wait a second. He thrust into me in one single stroke, still with Bruno’s cum dripping inside me. He had more staying power. He took off my blouse, undid my bra, took my breasts in both hands, and started pinching my nipples while he kissed my neck and licked my ear.

Then I felt a hand on my ass. It was Bruno, who had caught his breath again. He moistened my asshole with saliva and started working his fingers in circles. The orgasm hit me without warning, one of the longest I can remember. My legs were shaking and Damián had to hold me up so I wouldn’t fall to the floor.

Damián seated me in the armchair and brought his cock to my lips. I had never given Esteban a blowjob, not in twelve years of marriage. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I ran the tip over the glans, first curiously, then hungrily. When he came, he filled my mouth and my chin.

Afterward they took me to the shower. We soaped one another up between laughter and kisses. We came out wrapped in bathrobes, the three of us lying on the big bed. I in the center, each of them on one side. They kissed my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. Damián licked my cunt until I came again, while Bruno kissed me on the mouth and pinched one nipple between two fingers.

When Damián took me a second time, it was different. Slow, attentive, as if he wanted to memorize every gesture. Then it was Bruno who wanted to get into me through the ass. I asked him not to, not there, please. He tried again. I slipped away, jumped out of bed. Bruno grabbed my waist, spun me around, and forced me to kneel. He tried again. I begged him again. He gave in.

I lay on my back, raised my knees, and spread my legs. Damián positioned himself between them and entered me gently, wrapping his arms around my waist to lift my ass. This time we came together.

***

During dinner in the hotel dining room they noticed I was quiet and sad. Later, when we went down to the lounge with the other guests to talk about the storm, Damián sat beside me and asked in a low voice what was wrong.

—I’m thinking about Esteban —I admitted—. I feel guilty.

—Didn’t you have a good time?

—Yes, very good. Better than ever. But here I am, fucking like a crazy woman while he’s working.

—If it’s because of your husband, don’t feel guilty —Damián said, looking at me seriously—. He doesn’t feel guilty about you.

—What do you mean?

—Esteban has been cheating on you for a long time. He asked for that change in position precisely so he could travel and be away without you keeping tabs on him.

I felt a dull blow in my stomach.

—That can’t be. He told me the change was your idea.

—I just spoke to him a while ago. He’s having dinner in a restaurant three blocks from the hotel where he’s staying.

—So? That’s normal.

—Normal would be for him to dine alone. Call the hotel yourself, ask to be put through to Mrs. de Vergara. If he’s traveling alone, there won’t be anyone in his room.

I had the number written down in the address book in my bag. I went down to reception and asked for an outside line. The receptionist at the northern hotel confirmed, in a kind voice, that Mrs. de Vergara had gone out to dinner with her husband an hour earlier.

I went back up to the room with a face hard as stone. Damián went into the bathroom. I undressed in front of Bruno, with no shame left at all. He looked at me for a second and started undressing too. He was about to say good night when I covered his mouth with a kiss. I turned my back to him and rubbed my ass against his cock.

—Bruno, at this hour my husband is probably fucking his girlfriend —I said—. Take me. Tonight I’m your toy. I want to feel your cocks in my ass and whatever else you can think of.

Bruno put me on my knees on the bed, my head against the sheet and my ass lifted. He started playing with my asshole, coating it well with lubricant from a tube he took out of the toiletry bag. He slipped in one finger, then two, separating them in circles. Damián came out of the bathroom and heard the end of my declaration. He came over from the other side, took my head, and guided it to his cock.

Bruno was the first to get inside me from behind. He wasn’t as hard as Damián and it was easier for him to open me up. It hurt. I told him so and he wanted to stop. I begged him to keep going, slowly. Damián lay down so that his lips met mine and, every time I shuddered, he kissed me and stroked my cheeks. He whispered in my ear how sweet I was, how much the two of them were enjoying my surrender.

They let me rest for a while. Then it was Damián who made me his from behind. This time it didn’t hurt. While he moved with calm strokes, Bruno licked my nipples and stroked my clit with the pad of one finger. We barely slept that night. Lucía had been right: two are better than one.

***

At dawn, when we left for the car, the road was open again. Bruno got behind the wheel and Damián opened the back door so I could get in. Then he sat beside me.

—Damián, aren’t you riding up front? —I asked with a smile.

—No, we’re taking turns driving. One hour each.

There were more than five hours left to get home. I laughed to myself, remembered the car fantasy I’d dreamed two days earlier, and knew that tonight I still wouldn’t call Esteban to warn him I was getting in late.