I Let a Stranger Kiss My Wife at the Café

That Saturday we’d been invited to a Christmas dinner at the chalet of my wife’s boss. You know what company parties are like: boring, full of forced conversations about goals and vacations. Marina couldn’t say no, and I was forced to go with her. In return, I asked for one thing: that she let me buy her something provocative for the occasion. She agreed, though she set one condition. Nothing too blatant, because she didn’t want to be the subject of office gossip on Monday.

Since it was December, the shopping center was packed. We drove around the parking lot three times without finding anything decent, and in the end Marina had to get out of the car before I maneuvered in, because the space was so tight she couldn’t open her door. I took the chance to look at her with pride. For a couple of years she’d started dressing and moving in a more provocative way, and it drove me crazy.

She still hadn’t put her coat on, so she hugged herself to fight the cold of that gray morning. She tugged at her sweater, which rode up over her hips and left her tight ass exposed inside a pair of black leather leggings. The other drivers looked her over as they passed by, and that gave me a kind of thrill that’s hard to explain. Feeling Marina desired by other men is one of the things that excites me most in the world.

Shivering, she begged me with her eyes to hand her the coat. But I was enjoying the scene too much, so I kept maneuvering more and more slowly, savoring the little torture I was inflicting on her.

Suddenly, a man came over and smiled at her. There are looks that say everything without a single word, and Marina smiled back, flirtatious.

“It’s cold,” he told her, not very imaginatively.

“Very,” she answered in a trembling voice, hopping in place to keep warm.

“I’d lend you my jacket,” the stranger insisted, stepping a little closer.

It was obvious he didn’t know I was inside the car and that he was trying to chat her up.

“Don’t worry, thanks. I’ve got my coat in the car, but my idiot husband isn’t giving it to me.”

The man looked at me, smiled, and said goodbye. Then I got out and held out Marina’s fur coat, which hugged her body at once, hiding exactly the part of her I like most.

“I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I, darling?” I said, smiling.

“You’re an asshole.”

“He was trying to take you to bed.”

“You think everyone wants to sleep with me.”

“And it’s the truth. You go around flaunting that ass of yours. But you know I love it when you drive them crazy; it’s the law of nature.”

“Well, I don’t know who’s going to want anything to do with me at my age.”

“You look thirty. You’re gorgeous, and everybody wants you,” I answered, still smiling.

“Oh, knock it off before I smack you,” she said affectionately.

She took my hand, and it was ice-cold. I pulled her toward me and grabbed her by the hip, just above the ass that swayed with every step.

***

Before starting to look for clothes, we went to have a coffee to warm up. The café was packed, and we were about to leave when someone called out to us from a table at the back. It was the stranger from the parking lot. Marina looked surprised.

“Look, darling, your boyfriend’s calling you,” I kept up the joke. “Let’s sit down; there isn’t a single free table.”

“No fucking way am I sitting with him. I don’t feel like having coffee with a stranger.”

“So what? Every café will be the same. We’ll have something quick and leave, that’s all.”

“Fine, but don’t start with your little games, because I know you.”

We walked over to the table and, before sitting down, I took Marina’s coat off, leaving her silhouette exposed to the stranger, who couldn’t help giving her a discreet once-over. As for me, I was already enjoying that unexpected situation. I imagined that man’s hands on my wife’s firm breasts, and I started to feel an uncomfortable excitement growing inside me.

“My name’s Rubén,” he said, standing up. “Coffee’s on me, for the misunderstanding earlier.”

He threw me off balance. What misunderstanding was he talking about? Was he admitting he’d hit on my wife and that the misunderstanding was mine, because I didn’t know she was with me?

“A pleasure,” Marina replied, flattered, and gave him two kisses very close to the lips, with a half smile. “I’m Marina, and he’s my husband, Andrés.”

“Nice to meet you,” I managed to say.

We sat down, and for a few seconds no one knew what to say. Luckily the waiter came, we ordered two coffees with milk, and that gave Rubén a chance to break the silence.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I don’t usually walk up to strangers in parking lots.”

“What did you mean by misunderstanding?” I asked, a little tense.

“I thought Marina was alone,” he admitted, with a calmness that disarmed me.

I couldn’t believe it. The guy was admitting in front of me that he wanted to flirt with my wife. I looked him over carefully. He had to be around forty, tall, lean, with strong, well-defined arms that showed beneath his fitted sweater. Marina gave me a sideways look with a teasing expression. I know she was melting inside, because she goes weak for strong arms, and that man looked like he’d been carved out of a gym. I felt small beside him.

“I’m flattered that you wanted to hit on me,” she said, surprising me. “It’s not a crime. Women like to be admired.”

“Even so, I apologize. Especially to you, Mari,” he insisted.

I thought it was too bold for him to use a nickname with my wife, whom he’d just met. But he was clearly a confident man, and he went on talking while looking at her shamelessly, as if he’d known her all his life.

“Would you like something else? It’s on me.”

“No, thanks,” I answered, and didn’t know what else to add. The situation frightened and excited me in equal measure, and I knew Marina felt the same.

He told us he’d recently separated and was looking for a present for his three-year-old daughter, who would be spending Christmas with him. Marina asked him about the girl’s tastes to help him, but he admitted he barely knew her, because he only saw her on some Sundays. His ex insisted she was still too young to be separated from her. My wife listened to him with a tenderness that made me uneasy.

“I don’t want to bore you with my life,” Rubén said. “Tell me something about you.”

“You’re not boring us. Right, Andrés?” Marina asked, looking for me.

“Not at all. Though we’re a pretty normal couple, with a boring story,” I admitted.

“I doubt it. Marina is a little bombshell who turns heads, and from what I can see you like watching her provoke people,” he said, brushing his fingers against my wife’s hand, which she looked at without pulling away.

On one hand I felt proud that he was speaking about her like that, and I felt a stab of pleasure rising through my stomach. On the other, I felt humiliated. That stranger didn’t hold back at all, and Marina watched him as if under a spell. I was nothing more than the nuisance, the third wheel.

Rubén kept telling us the reason for his separation. He said he’d always been very sexually active and that, although he’d thought he could get used to monogamy, he soon discovered he needed to be with other women. He’d suggested swapping partners to his ex rather than cheating on her behind her back, but she took it terribly. She told him he was sick, that if she wasn’t enough for him he knew where the door was. He preferred to be honest and left.

“Wow. I don’t know whether to congratulate you on your honesty or tell you you’re kind of an asshole for leaving her like that,” Marina blurted out. “Do you really not know how to hold back?”

“I’m not a pervert, Mari. I think it’s more honest to admit what you need than to live repressed. If I regret anything, it’s not telling her before I got married.”

“I’m a bit stunned,” I cut in.

“Have you never desired another woman?” he asked me, not waiting for an answer.

“Since you’ve been so honest,” Marina added, “I’ll confess that we’re not as boring as you think. We’ve done some crazy things, and we loved it.”

“Really?” Rubén asked, now daring to caress my wife’s hand without caring that I was sitting right there. “If you feel like it, we could meet for dinner one day. And if something comes up…”

“You don’t waste time!” she laughed.

“Why would I waste it? As long as I’m not disrespecting you, I’d rather be clear. You’re an extraordinary woman. Your husband’s lucky.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she answered, while I looked at her without knowing what to say.

***

“I have to go,” he said, standing up. “I’ve got half an hour to find a present and pick up my daughter. It’s been a pleasure. I hope we see each other again.”

He gave us his phone number and said goodbye with a firm handshake for me and a kiss at the corner of Marina’s lips. Just as we were looking at each other wordlessly, he turned back again.

“Before I go, I want to ask you for a favor,” he said, placing his hand on my wife’s shoulder.

“Depends what it is,” we answered almost at once.

“It’s just a kiss. A goodbye kiss. Because I don’t think you’re going to dare call me,” he said, never taking his eyes off her.

Marina turned to me, as if asking permission. It seemed like a dangerous game to me, but I didn’t want to stop it.

“Let yourself go, beautiful. You’ll be happier,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, while she looked at him unsure and trembling.

I was sure he was going to kiss her right on the mouth there and then, but he only brushed her heated cheeks and turned toward me, waiting for my consent. I, stunned, nodded.

Then the stranger took her in both hands and pulled her toward him. Marina let herself be led and closed her eyes, waiting for the lips of the man who was about to kiss her in front of me. I was dying of jealousy, and at the same time my wife seemed more desirable than ever. I couldn’t stop the scene. I didn’t want to either. As weird as it sounds, I wanted to see that stranger devour her mouth. The kiss grew bolder, their lips fitted together and their tongues played at going in and out of that mouth I loved so much. I got aroused like a teenager catching his girlfriend with another guy.

Rubén finally pulled away, out of breath, and hugged her.

“Thanks for being here. I hope we see each other soon,” he told her, and left.

It took us a while to react. People at the neighboring tables looked at us strangely, though I suppose none of them suspected that the woman who had just kissed a stranger was actually my wife.

“Shall we go look at the clothes?” I asked, dazed.

“Yes, please.”

Marina stood up and I followed her.

“I need you to fuck me right now,” she whispered, leading me by the hand, almost running through the aisles.

I was jealous and, at the same time, burning with desire from having seen her kissing another man.

***

We went into the first store we found. Marina grabbed several items to keep up appearances and went into the fitting room, swayed her hips suggestively, and invited me in with her, not caring that there were other people waiting their turn on the other side.

We kissed furiously, urgently, tasting each other’s tongues while we heard the voices of the other customers, separated from us by nothing more than a thin panel. I knew that in her head she was kissing the stranger’s mouth and not mine, but that only excited me more. I pulled down her pants and stroked her soaked clit. She grabbed my hand and forced two fingers into her, riding them frantically until she lost control.

Marina broke her mouth away from mine to catch her breath and a few moans escaped her that the people outside surely heard, but the risk of being overheard stimulated us even more. Suddenly her body began to tremble uncontrollably and she dropped down onto the little stool in the cubicle.

“Oh my God. My legs are shaking,” she admitted in a broken voice. “That was the strongest orgasm of my life. Come here,” she ordered, kneeling in front of me.

She took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it at a frantic rhythm, begging me to fill her while she called me Rubén, the stranger’s name. Suddenly she went still for a moment, my cock inside her, gently squeezing with her lips. She was sighing. Then she went back to licking slowly, savoring, biting her lower lip to show me how much she was enjoying that madness.

Then she sped up. It turned me on to feel her losing control, getting hotter and hotter, imagining she was sucking off another man. Her mouth started drooling uncontrollably. She took my testicles carefully, letting them move in her hand to the rhythm of the blowjob.

I was panting, overwhelmed by excitement, trying not to raise my voice because we were still inside a fitting room, with the murmur of conversations only a handspan away.

“Cum in my mouth, come on. Fill me,” she told me in a lewd voice, looking me straight in the eyes. “I want you to soak me.”

I was about to explode. The situation couldn’t have been more perfect. My cock, slick with saliva, inside my wife’s mouth, while she acted like a stranger thinking about another man. I felt filthy and insanely aroused, and also a little jealous.

“I’m going to cum,” I groaned softly.

“Give me everything, come on, cum inside.”

I closed my eyes and felt the first spurt shoot out. She pulled back a little and the next ones hit her nose, her forehead, her hair. I never quite got used to cumming in her mouth. Even after more than twenty years of marriage, until quite recently she had never allowed me to do it.

She stood up with her lips covered and gave me a long kiss while still calling me Rubén. Then she pulled away, gathered the semen with a finger, and brought it to her mouth, licking it off, the way I’d seen in movies.

We left the fitting room quickly, embarrassed by the scene we had just put on, but completely satisfied. A drop was still running down through her hair. She hadn’t noticed, and I didn’t tell her, just to watch the other customers’ stares lock onto my wife as we crossed the store.