What My Wife Let Happen in the Fitting Room

We’re a married couple with eleven years behind us and a relationship that, without bragging, works. The bed does too, though it would be a lie to say desire hasn’t calmed down over time. We don’t complain. We feed it.

We feed it with games, with toys, with fantasies we whisper to each other in the dark. Once, on my idea and without her making a fuss, we even went into a swingers’ club. Nothing serious happened. We flirted, talked with a couple of couples, left with that tingling feeling of having been there. We stood at the edge of the precipice and went home.

Her name is Lorena, she’s thirty-nine, and I should say it plainly: she’s the kind of woman who stops conversations when she walks into a place. Not fat, nothing like that. Exuberant is the word. Five foot nine, curves that look drawn on purpose, a narrow waist, a full ass, a generous chest that has stood up to the passing years without giving in. Any man who crosses paths with her thinks the same thing, and you don’t need to be a fortune teller to know what it is.

My name is Adrián, I’m forty-one, and I take care of myself. I run three times a week, I stay in shape, and people say I don’t look bad. That gives me a certain peace of mind when I go out with her and notice the stares. Peace of mind, and something else I took a while to admit.

The afternoon I want to tell you about was a Friday of sales. We had a couple of things to buy and went to a huge shopping center, packed with people, the kind where everyone pushes their cart like they’re going to war. We parked on the top floor, in the farthest, worst-lit corner, where there’s never anyone. I was wearing jeans and a shirt. Lorena, a short, thin dress with a neckline that was doing indecent work.

We crossed the parking lot hand in hand and went into the big store at the back. The central aisle was endless, full of people, and she was the center of every male gaze that crossed our path. I was already hardened to that. In that dress, too, it was pure physics: impossible not to look at her.

As we browsed among the stands, she spotted a lingerie display and squeezed my arm.

—Wait a second, darling. Since we’re here, I want to look at something.

We looked through the models hanging there together until I found one that took my breath away: a purple lace set, a bra that barely covered what it had to, and a tiny matching thong.

—Look at this. You can try it on, right? —I said, showing it to her with a smile that hid nothing.

—Oh, yes, it’s gorgeous. Wait, I’ll grab a couple more and try them on.

She chose two others and we headed for the fitting rooms. There were several couples milling around there, and I couldn’t help noticing how the husbands watched her when she held each set up in front of her face to see it in the light. Lorena noticed it. Lorena always notices.

We went into the same fitting room together. I pulled the curtain shut, and before she had time to do anything I cornered her against the wall and kissed her.

—Fuck, baby, I’m so turned on just imagining how this is going to look on you —I whispered to her.

—Yeah, I can see that. You and all the pigs who keep staring at me —she said, and her hand dropped to stroke the bulge already pressing against my jeans.

—And that turns you on, doesn’t it? —I slipped my hand between her legs—. You’re wet for sure.

—Oh, you little idiot. Help me get the dress off.

I did it, running my hands over her body, pressing myself against her so she could feel how hard I was. When I pulled the dress all the way down, I discovered she wasn’t wearing absolutely anything underneath.

—You’ve got to be kidding… You came like this? —I breathed against her ear.

—Do you like it? It was a surprise.

—Do I ever like it.

I helped her put on the bra, fastened it behind her back, then crouched for the thong. She lifted one foot, then the other, and I slid the garment up her legs. Seeing her in the set had me on the edge. Crouched as I was, I brought my mouth to her sex and kissed it through the thin fabric. Outside, voices, footsteps, the store’s buzz could be heard. I was facing away from the curtain, calm. No one could see us.

I worked my way back up her body with kisses, reached her breasts, kissed them too, and felt her breathing quicken. And then, in the mirror, I saw it: the curtain was slightly open, and a man had stopped at the threshold, looking inside. Lorena was looking at him too.

I looked at her. She looked at me. And I knew it had been her who’d pulled the curtain back a little while I was crouched down, to leave herself exposed. I stayed still, not reacting. Because the truth is I was turned on by people looking at her too, and doing nothing was, in a way, giving my permission. I crushed her against the mirror, bit her mouth, our tongues tangled, and while I kissed her I opened my eyes and saw that hers were still fixed on the stranger.

I slid my hand between her thighs, moved the thong aside, and sank one finger into her soaked sex.

—Mmm… keep going, keep going like that —she panted, opening her legs wider, never taking her eyes off him.

I finger-fucked her again and again, hard, deep, until that wet sound that gave her away filled the fitting room. I took my fingers out and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them slowly, looking at him, as if they were something else.

The stranger made up his mind. He pulled the curtain open, came in, closed it behind him, and stood beside us without saying a word. One of Lorena’s hands let go of me, found his, brought it between our bodies, and guided it toward her sex, moving mine aside with the other hand.

Now it was him touching her. She moaned softly, looked at me, and I watched as another man opened her up with his fingers a hand’s breadth from my face.

I felt two things at once. On one hand, I had agreed to let him look, and we’d fantasized about that a hundred times. On the other, she was moving me aside so that it would be him possessing her, and that was new, that was another level. She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in to kiss him in front of me. I stayed motionless, not knowing what to do, my cock about to explode.

I did nothing. I stepped back a little, pulled down my zipper, and started touching myself slowly while I watched her undo his pants and pull out his sex, thick, rock hard. She grabbed him with her hand without stopping devouring his mouth. Her hand on him, his hand on her, and me jerking off to one side like an audience member at my own show.

—That’s it… get your fingers in, bastard, deeper —she whispered in his ear, and I knew that tone, I knew exactly how her body was at that moment, how close she was getting.

The stranger stroked her clit with his fingertip, exactly where I would have put my fingers, and she exploded into a first orgasm that shook her whole body in gasps she tried to swallow. He pulled his hand away, sucked his fingers, took off his pants completely. He hadn’t said a single word. He hadn’t looked at me once. He only had eyes for her.

He turned her to face the mirror, where I could still see her face, moved the thong aside, and entered her with a firm thrust.

—Ah, fuck… —Lorena moaned when she felt him inside.

I was touching myself hard now, rock hard, on the brink. Of everything I was seeing, what fucked with my head the most was the memory of the kiss, how she’d clung to his head. But she never took her eyes off me for a second through the mirror, she wanted me complicit in everything, and that was what guided my hand.

He fucked her, gripping her hips while she masturbated her clit with her fingers, her eyes on mine. She alternated her gaze between my face and my hand, biting her lip, silently asking me to hold out, not to cum yet.

—Yeah, like that, harder, give it to me harder —she babbled—. I’m gonna cum, keep going… what a cock you’ve got, bastard… Adriááán, look… it’s killing me.

The fitting room went mute for an instant. She brought her hand up to her mouth and bit it to muffle the scream I knew was coming. Her body convulsed, her knuckles white against her teeth.

—Ahhh… yes… I’m cumming, I’m cumming —she shrieked into her own hand.

He held her so she wouldn’t fall. He pulled his cock out, and with the other hand tugged at her waist, made her push her ass back, and positioned the tip between her butt cheeks. He was going to fuck her in the ass.

—No —I said, intervening for the first time, moving my hand forward to separate them.

But she stretched an arm back and stopped me. One look. Half asking permission, half raw, unvarnished pleasure. Her lips parted.

—Stay still, darling. Don’t do anything, please —she ordered me with her face twisted by desire, and left me nailed in place.

He looked at me for the first time, a half-smile on his face, and took up position again. He pushed in slowly, calmly. Lorena moaned in pain as her body gave way little by little. And then, at last, he spoke.

—Come on, fuck my cock yourself —he said in her ear, drawing the words out—. You’re dying for it.

—Hell yes —she answered, guttural, pushing her ass back until she took him all the way in—. More, more, I want more.

He started thrusting into her, firm, faster and faster, harder and harder, tearing out moans from her that she no longer tried to hide. I could feel Lorena at the very top again, him sweating, the brutal grip of his hands on her hips, and suddenly she lost control.

—Again… I’m cumming again, fuck, fuck —she cried out, not covering herself, sure they could hear her outside.

He sank his fingers into her flesh, shoved all the way in, huffed, and I knew he was cumming inside my wife. The two of them froze, panting, him collapsed over her back, her pressed against the glass, gasping for air.

***

He came out of her, wiped himself with the thong, which he threw in the trash, and got dressed in silence.

—Thanks. You’re a great couple —he said, and left, leaving us alone.

We stood looking at each other. Lorena came closer and kissed me with a tenderness that didn’t match what had just happened. She stroked my face. I kissed her back, dazed.

—We hadn’t fantasized about this, had we? —she said with a smile.

—No… I don’t know. It was intense.

—Yeah. But tell me, did you like it? Did you like watching? —she insisted, and her smile turned wicked.

—I don’t know… it was intense —I repeated, like an automaton.

—You don’t know? Are you sure? —she asked, grabbing my cock, which was still hard as a rock—. I think you do. Tell me.

—Yes —I answered, lowering my head—. Yes, I liked it.

She lifted my chin with a finger, looked at me with a radiant smile, and turned around, offering me her back.

—Then let’s make it hotter. You know what to do. My ass needs to be cleaned really well.

I opened my eyes wide. I didn’t know what I was feeling. We had played with a thousand things, we had brought an imaginary third into our nights, but we had never really taken this step. And yet my cock, still rock hard, still not spent, gave a jump upward. It was dripping. I thought I was going to cum without touching myself.

And I did. I bent down and devoured her from behind, tongue and fingers at the same time, with fury, while she wrecked her clit and I was pounding my cock like a madman.

—Yes, my love, like that, eat me, you’re going to make me cum again… more, keep going, keep going —she panted.

She exploded into a new orgasm just as I finally came, letting go of everything I’d been holding back.

We looked at each other, kissed, cleaned up, and went out.

We went through the checkout with one of the sets, smiling, because it gave off a smell of sex that there was no way to hide. The clerk noticed, for sure. Maybe she even heard something. She smiled, wrapped it up, and handed it to us without saying a word.

We crossed the huge aisle again, hand in hand, me stroking her ass in silence. We went down the escalators toward the parking lot. We reached the car, I opened the door, and before getting in we kissed: first a peck, then a long kiss, tongues tangled.

And then, both at once, we heard footsteps very close by. We turned.