I Was the One Who Invited Another Man into My Wife’s Bed

I’m thirty-two years old and a noncommissioned officer in the army in Bogotá. My wife Valeria works as an accountant for a company downtown. We met seven years ago at a gathering of mutual friends, when she was still studying and I had just finished my training. We dated for three years before getting married, and the first two years of marriage were the best of my life.

Valeria is dark-haired, slim, with the kind of body that doesn’t need any effort to stay that way. She always loved working out. While I exercised out of obligation at the barracks, she went to the gym four times a week for pleasure. At home she never wore a bra. She said it made her uncomfortable. I never complained: her tits were small but firm, with dark nipples that showed through any T-shirt, and all it took was for her to bend over to serve coffee for my cock to get hard right there in the kitchen.

The first years went by quickly. We bought an apartment in the north, settled in with the bare essentials, and at some point we started talking about having children. Her parents asked whenever they could. Mine did too. According to everyone, it was the natural next step.

We had been trying for a year when Valeria went to the doctor. They told her she was in perfect condition to get pregnant, that she had no physical impediment. The look she gave me that afternoon in the car as we left the doctor’s office needed no words. I said nothing. I didn’t go to the doctor either. Shame is like that: it paralyzes you precisely when you most need to move.

I started making mistakes at work. I was late for drills and distracted during my shifts. My commander called me into his office twice. The second time was serious: either I got my act together or I signed my discharge papers.

Rodrigo was the one who pulled me out of the hole.

Rodrigo is forty years old, has been in the army longer than I have, and was always a kind of older brother to me. Single, no children, no steady partner. A burly guy from Cali, calm, with the serenity of men who have seen a lot and aren’t frightened by much. He came to have lunch at my apartment almost every Sunday. Valeria treated him like a brother-in-law.

One afternoon he found me sitting in the barracks hallway with a vacant stare and asked me what was wrong. I told him everything: the trouble having children, the guilt, the doctor I had never visited. He listened without interrupting. When I finished, he said:

—Don’t be selfish with Valeria. She deserves to be a mother.

I didn’t answer. But that sentence kept circling in my head for weeks.

***

The idea came to me at three in the morning, on an ordinary Tuesday. I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the ceiling and thought: if I can’t give her a child, who could? The answer came on its own, without my looking for it. Rodrigo was the only man I trusted enough. I knew him well: healthy, discreet, loyal. There was no other option.

The problem was how to tell Valeria.

I tried one night while I was fucking her. We’d had a few drinks, and I hadn’t been able to come for weeks; that problem had joined all the others too. She was on all fours on the bed, taking me from behind with my half-hard cock, watching my dick slide in and out of her wet cunt without my managing to finish. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, and buried my face against her ass before pushing it back inside her.

—I thought of something —I told her, panting against her back—. If you want, we could try it another way.

She stopped moving. I felt her cunt tighten around my cock.

—What kind of way? —she asked.

—Try it with another man —I said—. A man we trust. Let him get you pregnant.

Valeria pulled my cock out of her with a sharp movement and climbed off me. She turned her back, pulled the sheet up to her waist, and told me I was drunk and that we should leave it at that. I stayed on my back, my cock drooling against my belly, staring at the ceiling.

For three months I brought it up again. Always in bed, always with my cock inside her, always without mentioning a name. I whispered it in her ear while I thrust into her in the missionary position: "imagine another man on top of you, bigger, fucking you hard." I whispered it while she rode me, her tits bouncing at face level: "imagine another guy watching you like this." She rejected it every time, but I noticed something: she took a second before answering. A small pause that hadn’t been there at first. And when I mentioned it, her cunt squeezed around my cock with a different kind of strength.

Until one Sunday, while we were making breakfast, she was the one who brought it up:

—When were you going to tell me who it is? —she asked without turning around.

I set the knife down on the cutting board.

—Rodrigo —I said.

Silence. Valeria poured the coffee with exaggerated care and stared at the wall for a moment. Then she turned toward me.

—Does he know? —she asked.

—No. Nothing.

She nodded slowly and went into the living room with her cup. She didn’t say yes. She didn’t say no either. But I had seen her face when I mentioned his name, and I knew what that face meant.

***

It took me almost two months to talk to Rodrigo. I took him to the ceviche restaurant we used to go to after our shift, asked him not to interrupt me until I was finished, and told him everything: the doctor, the infertility, what Valeria and I had discussed, and that we had thought of him.

Rodrigo said nothing for a moment. He poured himself another beer and downed it in one gulp. Then he looked straight at me.

—And she agrees? —he asked.

—Completely.

He paid the bill without saying anything else. The next day, at work, he came looking for me and told me one thing:

—If she asks me in person too, we’ll talk, the three of us.

Valeria was the one who asked him. One afternoon I left them alone for ten minutes while I went to the store. When I came back, I found them in the living room with the kind of silence that says everything. When Rodrigo left, Valeria looked at me.

—He knows now —she told me—. He wants the three of us to talk together.

That night we fucked for hours. I was aroused in a way I didn’t entirely recognize: a mixture of desire, guilt, and something dark I preferred not to name. I tore her clothes off at the bedroom door, threw her onto the bed, and opened her legs with my hands. I licked her cunt hungrily, sucking her clit until she started trembling and pulling my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her and moved them around, searching for the spot that drove her crazy, while I kept sucking her. She came all over my face, her legs squeezing my head and a hoarse cry coming from deep inside her.

Then I climbed on top of her and shoved my cock all the way in with one thrust. She was so wet that I buried it inside her without her complaining. I started fucking her angrily, my arms braced on either side of her head, looking her in the eyes.

—Can you imagine it? —I whispered in her ear—. Rodrigo fucking you like this? Shoving his cock into you the way I’m doing right now?

Valeria closed her eyes and dug her nails into my back. She didn’t answer with words, but her cunt answered for her: it squeezed my cock so tightly I almost came right there. I put her on all fours, grabbed her hair like a ponytail, and started pounding her hard from behind, watching my cock go in and out of her red, swollen cunt. She moaned into the pillow and pushed her ass back, seeking me. I came inside her with a grunt, emptying all my cum deep inside her, knowing it would be no use.

The conversation between the three of us was shorter than I expected. Rodrigo asked when her fertile days were. She said she calculated they would be the following week. Rodrigo looked at both of us.

—Then it would be this week —he said.

Valeria nodded. So did I.

***

On Wednesday night, Rodrigo arrived at nine. He brought a bottle of red wine. I opened the door and let him in. We shook hands more firmly than usual, and neither of us said anything unnecessary.

Valeria came out of the bedroom when she heard the door. She was wearing a tight black dress that outlined her hips, her loose hair still damp from the shower. She had nothing on underneath: her nipples showed through the fabric, dark and erect. Rodrigo looked at her for a second too long, then fixed his eyes on me.

—Thanks, brother —he said quietly.

We sat down to drink the wine. We talked little about unimportant things: work, the weekend, nothing. The tension in the apartment was almost physical, like the air before a storm. At ten, Valeria stood up without saying anything and walked toward the bedroom. She stopped in the doorway and looked at both of us. Rodrigo stood up first. I followed him.

The bedroom was lit only by the bedside lamp. Valeria stood next to the bed, her arms crossed, nervous. Rodrigo slowly approached her and placed a hand on her cheek before kissing her.

It was a long, unhurried kiss. Valeria took a moment to respond, but when she did, she gave herself to it completely. I watched her hands climb up his back, her shoulders gradually relax, and her tongue slip into his mouth. Rodrigo grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against his body. I saw the bulge of his cock showing against Valeria’s belly through his pants, and I saw how she felt it and rubbed herself against him without realizing it.

I sat in the chair in the corner.

Rodrigo lowered the straps of her dress. It fell to the floor. She had nothing on underneath, and he stopped to look at her: small tits with hard nipples pointing upward, a flat belly, the dark patch of hair between her legs trimmed close. He ran his hands over her breasts, squeezing them calmly, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she let out a gasp. He bent down to suck them, carefully biting them, tugging each nipple with his lips until they stretched. Valeria grabbed his head and pressed it against her chest.

He laid her on the bed and began kissing her neck, her breasts, her belly, moving slowly downward. He ran his tongue over her navel, continued down the line of her pubis, and stopped for a second with his mouth right above her cunt, breathing over it, warming it with his breath before touching her.

He knelt at the edge of the bed, spread her legs with his hands, placed them over his own shoulders, and brought his mouth to her cunt. He ran his whole tongue from the bottom all the way to her clitoris in one long, slow stroke, savoring her. She arched backward with a low moan I had never heard from her before. Rodrigo did it again, and again, and again, faster each time, until he thrust his tongue inside her and began fucking her with his mouth, moving it in circles, sucking her lips, moving up to suck her clitoris hard and then going back down. He pushed two fingers into her cunt at the same time, moving them inside her in a firm rhythm while he kept licking her.

Valeria began to tremble. She grabbed his head with both hands and pushed his face against her cunt, rubbing herself against him without shame.

—There, there, there —she repeated, her voice broken—. Don’t stop, don’t stop.

I got up from the chair without knowing why. I walked over to the bed, and Valeria took my hand without opening her eyes and squeezed it tightly. Rodrigo didn’t stop. He continued until she let out a long, trembling breath, her hips arched off the bed, and she closed her legs around his head, coming with a muffled cry that lasted several seconds. Rodrigo stayed there, licking her slowly as she came down, swallowing all the fluid running down her chin.

He sat up with his mouth gleaming and undressed. He was bigger than me. I saw that immediately and couldn’t help thinking about it. His cock hung hard and thick, the tip swollen and the veins standing out along the shaft. It was two fingers longer than mine and clearly wider. Valeria opened her eyes and looked at it. She looked at it in a way I had never seen her look at anything before. She let go of my hand.

Rodrigo climbed onto the bed. Before putting it inside her, he offered it to her mouth. Valeria turned her head, opened her lips, and started sucking him without hesitation, holding the base with one hand and taking him all the way down her throat. She ran her tongue over the tip, pulled it all the way out with a strand of saliva hanging between her lips and his cock, then swallowed it again. Rodrigo grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth with short thrusts, glancing at me as he did it.

Then he positioned himself between her legs, looked her in the eyes, and pressed the head of his cock against her cunt. He rubbed it over her wet lips, up and down, tapping her clitoris with the tip until Valeria thrust her hips toward it. He entered slowly, inch by inch, opening her up.

Valeria let out a forceful breath when he reached the bottom.

—My God —she said—, it’s so big.

They began moving together. At first slowly, Rodrigo pushing all the way in and pulling almost completely out before entering again, carefully gauging how he fit inside her. Valeria’s mouth was open and her eyes closed, breathing through her mouth as she adjusted to him. Then faster. The bed began moving with them. Valeria had her hands on his shoulders and her feet against his back, pulling him inward every time he thrust.

—Yes —she said softly—, like that, yes, like that, give me all of it, fuck me, fuck me hard.

I watched them from beside the bed, my erection pressed against my pants, with a mixture of desire and something that hurt in my chest and that I didn’t know how to separate. I watched Rodrigo’s cock slide in and out of my wife’s cunt, gleaming with her fluids. I watched her lips stretch around the cock that was bigger than mine, watched Valeria’s face as she enjoyed it. Was I doing the right thing? That question had come too late to be of any use.

Rodrigo put her on all fours and entered her from behind again, gripping her waist with both hands and pounding her hard. Every thrust sounded in the silence of the room: skin against skin, a wet slap, Valeria’s ass bouncing against his hips. Valeria rested her head on the pillow and arched her back, lifting her ass to take him better. I could see her face in profile: eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks flushed. I could see her tits swinging beneath her, her nipples rubbing against the sheet with every blow. She moaned with every thrust, louder and louder, no longer holding back.

—Rodrigo —she said his name once, softly—, Rodrigo, more, more.

Rodrigo spat on her ass and ran his thumb over her hole, pressing it while he kept fucking her cunt. Valeria moaned louder, pushing back against him.

I had to look away, but I looked back immediately. I couldn’t not watch.

Then they got off the bed. Rodrigo lifted her with ease, Valeria wrapped her legs around him and impaled herself on his cock from above, lowering herself onto him with a hoarse moan that came from her chest. She began bouncing with a rhythm that made the headboard shake against the wall, clutching Rodrigo’s neck, looking into his eyes, her mouth pressed against his. Rodrigo squeezed her ass with both hands, guiding her up and down, helping her drive herself all the way onto him each time. Her moans filled the apartment.

I had my cock in my hand without having decided to pull it out, stroking it to the same rhythm, watching Rodrigo’s cock disappear inside my wife’s cunt again and again, gleaming and wet all the way to the base.

Rodrigo laid her on her back on the bed, lifted her legs toward his shoulders, folding her in half, and began thrusting harder and faster, driving himself into her womb. He pounded her hard, without control; the bed creaked and the headboard slammed against the wall. Valeria screamed without caring about anything, gripping the sheets and twisting beneath him.

—I’m coming —she said—, I’m coming, I’m coming again.

She came with a shudder that shook her whole body, squeezing her cunt around Rodrigo’s cock and soaking his pubic area. He didn’t stop: he kept fucking her while she came, harder and faster, until he himself began to grunt.

—Inside —Valeria begged, looking at him—, come inside me, all of it inside.

When Rodrigo came, he announced it with a long grunt and pulled her against his body, thrusting all the way in one last time and staying there, trembling. I watched his buttocks contract as he emptied all his cum inside my wife, jet after jet. Valeria hugged him around the neck with her eyes closed. They stayed like that, panting, joined together, until they both calmed down.

Rodrigo pulled away slowly. When he withdrew his cock, a thick strand of semen trickled out of Valeria’s cunt and fell onto the sheet. She closed her legs reflexively, squeezing them together, trying to keep inside everything he had left in her. She lay on her back, her hips slightly elevated on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling slowly.

I went over to her. I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair. I took her hand, and she squeezed it without moving or opening her eyes. I didn’t know what to say to her. I stayed like that, her hand in mine, until I felt her relax.

***

Rodrigo stayed the night. Not because we invited him: it was already late, the apartment was silent, and no one wanted to be the first to speak. In the morning, the three of us had coffee and toast in the kitchen. Rodrigo left before eight. At the door he gave me a wordless hug and went away.

Valeria washed the dishes. I dried them.

We didn’t talk about what had happened. Not that day.

***

A week later she told me her period had come. She told me in the afternoon, with her back to me, while she looked out the kitchen window.

—I’m not pregnant —she said.

I went over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

—Do we keep trying? —I asked.

She turned around and looked at me. She nodded slowly, her eyes serious.

The next day, Rodrigo and I crossed paths in the barracks hallway. We looked at each other for a second without saying anything. We both knew what that silence meant.

We would have to wait for her period to pass.

And then start all over again.