More of a Slut Than My Wife: We Got Fucked at the Same Time on Webcam

As I already told before, what happened with Mauricio had started by force. He had recorded videos of my wife with Sebastián and used them to blackmail me. Five times—that was the deal. But the five turned into two a month for many months, and not because he kept blackmailing me, but because something had gotten inside me and I no longer wanted to take it out.

Sebastián was still my official stud, the lover I saw when his partner went on the night shift. But Mauricio was something else. He fucked in such a dominant, unrestrained way that during the fucking I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. He insulted me with vulgarities that set me on fire and left my ass burning for two or three days.

Sebastián knew about the original blackmail. He didn’t know the encounters with Mauricio had continued. In a way, I was cheating on him with Mauricio. Over the months, the dynamic between the two of us relaxed. We weren’t friends, but that tense air from the beginning was gone.

One afternoon, Mauricio asked me how I could stand Sebastián fucking my wife. I answered him honestly, without dressing it up. It was just sex. I let Lucía enjoy the luxury of a stud like Sebastián, who was spectacular in bed. That had improved our relationship: we fucked more, she was hornier, she dressed better, she looked happy. And deep down, I was cheating on her with the same man. Sebastián fulfilled the feminine part I had inside me and that my wife couldn’t touch. That was why I understood her. I loved her. I wanted her to feel complete, just as he made me feel.

It must have been eight or nine months later when Mauricio dropped it on me.

—I’ve got a fantasy. I want to fuck you while Sebastián fucks your wife. Live. Webcam.

At first it seemed crazy to me. But the idea crept under my skin. It was filthy. It was sick. It was exactly what I wanted.

Sebastián and I had stopped filming after Mauricio’s hack. Going back to the camera wasn’t hard. Sebastián was vain about his own cock, he loved watching himself fuck, said he felt like the star of a porn movie. When I suggested we start recording again, his eyes lit up. I didn’t tell him Mauricio and I would be watching from the other side.

The day arrived.

It was Lucía’s monthly outing with “her friends.” I told her that night I’d have to stop by the office to wrap up something pending, but not to worry, I’d arranged a babysitter. A coworker had recommended her niece. Lucía hesitated for a while, but I convinced her with the references.

We got dressed at the same time, the two of us in the same room. She put on a short red dress, tight, with straps and a low neckline. She looked stunning. And while I tied my tie I thought that each of us was getting ready for our stud. I got hard right there, without touching myself.

Lucía noticed. She came up behind me, smiling, and ran her hand over my pants.

—Wow, looks like you’re horny.

—You’re the one who got me like this, love. You look gorgeous. You’re going to make your friends jealous.

We left together. I dropped her off at the mall where “her friends” were supposedly waiting and where, in reality, Sebastián would already be waiting. I stepped on the gas. Mauricio’s house was fifteen minutes away.

***

He opened the door in an undershirt and short shorts. I’d barely shut the door when he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his body. He smelled of cologne and fresh soap. He kissed me, biting my lips, and slid a finger between my cheeks, brushing my asshole over my clothes.

I jerked. My cock, hard, rubbed against his, just as hard.

—Well, look at you, little slut —he said in my ear, with that mocking smile—. You came in hot. Come on in, come on, because I’m already hard just thinking about watching them fuck your wife.

He led me to the bedroom, his hand still on my waist. When we went in, the first thing I saw was a new, huge screen on top of a dresser.

—You like it? —he laughed—. I bought it in honor of your wife. I want to see her in detail.

The laptop was already on. He asked me to connect to Sebastián’s machine. While I worked the remote camera, he brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses. The moment the stream opened and the bedroom on the other side of the city appeared on the screen, I felt Mauricio’s lips on the nape of my neck.

He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rubbed his cock against my ass, over my clothes. I squirmed in his arms. I leaned my head back against his chest. His tongue slipped into my ear and a moan escaped me. Mauricio wasn’t handsome, had never been, but he was so masculine that in his arms I felt like a woman. His woman.

Without stopping kissing my neck, he started stripping me. Shirt, pants. He did the same with his clothes. His hairy body pressed against mine. Gooseflesh rose on my back.

—I love you, Esteban. You’re a sweet little slut. Your skin is so soft.

He took the glass, sipped, and let a stream of wine drip over the back of my neck. The drop ran down my spine. His tongue followed the trail.

Then there was a noise from the TV. I turned. Sebastián and Lucía had just entered the room.

—Come here, baby, the show’s already started —Mauricio said.

He handed me the glass. He leaned back against the headboard with his legs open. He told me to get between them, lying back against his chest, like I was a seat. He hugged me tightly from the front. His cock, stiff and throbbing, was pressed to the small of my back. I felt a thread of viscous fluid wetting my skin. He started pinching my nipples, slowly, deliberately, and I couldn’t stop staring at the screen.

***

Sebastián covered Lucía in kisses and stripped her with gentle tugs. He took off her bra and buried his face between her big, firm breasts. Her first moans came through the speaker, high-pitched, restrained.

—Your wife is such a good little slut —Mauricio whispered to me—. She’s a sweetheart. Damn, I’m jealous of that bastard Sebastián.

Sebastián’s hands slid to her waist and ripped off her thong. He turned her over on the bed and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. On the screen I could see her little opening, wrinkled, tight. Mauricio saw it too, and I knew he was thinking about opening mine.

Lucía came down Sebastián’s chest until she reached his thick, long cock. She opened her mouth, and the head disappeared between her lips. Sebastián groaned. I knew those groans.

—Your woman sucks cock so well —Mauricio said in my ear—. You know what? I want somebody to suck mine too.

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I sat up, knelt between his legs, and grabbed his cock with both hands. The smell hit me before the taste. It was a strong male smell, different from Sebastián’s. I ran my tongue over the whole head and felt him shudder. I opened my mouth and took in as much as would fit, sucking hard. The salty, slightly acidic taste filled my mouth. My saliva ran down the shaft to his balls.

Mauricio was moaning. I kept sucking, trying to get to the base. When the head touched my uvula I felt nauseous, but I held on. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible. And on the screen I could hear Sebastián moaning at what Lucía was doing to him. Thinking of my wife doing exactly the same thing set me on fire. Something like competition got into my head. I had to be a better slut than she was.

I started sucking harder, faster, frantically. Mauricio grabbed my head with both hands and started guiding me. I could feel he was close. Just when I was expecting him to cum, he yanked my hair and pulled his cock out.

—Stop, stop, slut. You’re going to make me finish, and what I want now is to fuck you the way Sebastián is fucking your wife.

I turned my face toward the screen. Sebastián was between Lucía’s legs, with one of her legs over his shoulder, fucking her face-to-face, open.

Mauricio got up and went to get the lubricant.

***

He came back to the bed, squeezed out a generous amount, and grabbed my ankles. He pulled me toward him, face up. He put one leg over his shoulder. The same position as Lucía on the screen. Exactly the same.

I felt his cock rubbing, searching for the hole. It found it. The tip pressed. I pushed my hips forward to receive it.

Without warning, he shoved it in with a hard thrust. All of it. To the bottom.

I screamed. My ass was used to thickness, but I hadn’t stretched myself, and the thrust had been savage. The pain turned into heat that shot up my spine, a whole wave of it. I felt his balls slapped against my cheeks. He pulled out until only the head was left and drove into me again with the same fury.

Mauricio looked me in the face, smiling, with that perverted smile that enjoyed my grimaces.

—You’ve got a little slut’s face —he panted—. I love watching you. How you enjoy my cock. Aghhh, take it, slut, take it.

He kept thrusting and thrusting. I could feel myself opening little by little, my body adjusting to his thickness. His cock rubbed inside me, in a place that made me moan uncontrollably. I turned my face toward the screen.

Lucía was in the same position. Sebastián had her by the ankles, spread wide open, pounding her hard. Her legs and breasts swayed with the rhythm of the thrusts. She moaned like crazy. Lucía and I, both of us impaled at the same time, in exactly the same position. The only difference was that she was getting fucked in the pussy, and I in the ass. An image I would never be able to erase.

I closed my eyes. I felt dizzy. Mauricio kept fucking me at full speed, his balls slapping my ass, his obscenities cascading into my ear. I started convulsing. My eyes rolled back. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My cock swelled and started shooting streams that hit my chest. I screamed like a slut.

—I can’t hold it anymore, baby —Mauricio panted—. Here comes my cream. I’m going to knock you up, slutttt.

He gave me one last deep thrust, grabbing my hips like he wanted to bury himself to the balls, and came inside me. I felt hot lashes in my insides. When he pulled out, a stream spilled down my ass.

He collapsed on top of me. He kissed me, biting my lips. Then he lay back and I curled up against his chest. On the screen, Sebastián was finishing too, emptying himself inside Lucía. He left himself buried in her for a while, gave her a long kiss, and the two of them collapsed side by side, half-embraced, talking softly. Probably about how good the fuck had been.

Mauricio was praising me while he drank wine in little sips. We finished the bottle like that, wrapped around each other, watching my freshly fucked wife talk to her lover on a screen three meters away.

***

Forty minutes later, things started up again on the other side.

Sebastián began kissing Lucía’s neck, squeezing her ass. He whispered something in her ear. She nodded, got up, and brought a tube of lubricant. I knew what was coming.

Sebastián put her at the edge of the bed, on her back, very close to the camera. He slid a pillow under her waist and pulled her legs forward, almost touching her breasts. In that position, everything was exposed: the juicy pussy, freshly fucked, throbbing; the firm half-open cheeks; and in the center, that little opening, tight, pink, as if it were pulsing with anxiety.

Sebastián opened the tube, applied a generous amount, and began massaging her asshole with one finger. He pressed the fingertip in. Lucía writhed. She moaned. But she didn’t resist. The finger went in little by little, in circles, until the bottom, and her breath caught.

I was hard again. Mauricio was too. My ass, still sore, clenched on its own, as if I were the one being fingered.

—Your wife has such a great ass —Mauricio said—. Firm cheeks, a tight little hole. You can tell she loves cock.

I confirmed it, that before she didn’t like being fucked there, but with Sebastián she had learned. That since then she was a great ass-fucker, to my enjoyment and his.

Sebastián kept stretching her with two fingers. Mauricio’s eyes were wide open. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his cock. I started jerking him off slowly.

—Damn, your old lady is such a slut. Look at how she’s loving it.

After a few minutes it was Lucía moving her ass in circles, moaning, getting off on the fingers. Sebastián took them out. That was the signal.

He told her to get on all fours at the edge of the bed. He slathered his cock in lubricant and positioned himself above her, rubbing up and down along the whole slit, showing the full length of the veiny rod. Lucía moaned. She begged him to put it in already.

Sebastián grabbed her by the waist and pressed against the anus. The sphincter gave way. The head went in. Lucía screamed with pleasure. Sebastián stayed still for a while, pulled the tip out, and you could see the opening staying spread and then slowly closing. Something filthy, hypnotic. He repeated it twice.

Mauricio couldn’t take it anymore.

—On all fours —he ordered me—. Ass up. Like her.

I got into the same position as Lucía. Legs apart, face against the mattress, back arched, ass raised high.

He grabbed my waist and drove into me in one hard thrust, all the way to the bottom. My scream was swallowed by the sheets. His balls slapped against my cheeks and made me feel full. Full of my stud. He started fucking me hard. Mauricio was a brute. Sebastián was art; Mauricio was pure demolition. And I loved it.

On the screen, Sebastián already had half his cock inside Lucía. He was sliding it in slowly. It was incredibly filthy to watch Lucía’s opening stretch to limits that didn’t seem possible. When he had three quarters in, she complained and put a hand on his pelvis. Sebastián understood. He didn’t go any further. He started moving only three quarters in. And then Mauricio commented:

—Well, your wife can’t take any more cock now. She’s a huge slut. But you’re better. You take it all, no complaints.

—Yes, daddy —I panted—. Yes, I’m your slut. Keep going. Break my ass. Give me more.

I loved the compliment. Him saying I was sluttier than her. At that moment I was feeling absurdly jealous. My wife was a whole female, she had one more hole than I did, anatomy was winning. The comment restored my pride. I started moving my ass in circles, like the best slut in the world. It made him groan. He slapped my ass, setting it on fire. He told me he loved how I moved my ass, how I kept swallowing his cock all the way down.

I pushed myself up on my knees and started fucking back into him, driving him to the hilt, clenching my sphincter every time he pulled out. My ass was red hot, it hurt, but I didn’t care. I only thought about making him come. I could feel his cock widening and contracting to the rhythm of my squeezes. His moans turned into grunts. He grunted like a bull and said he loved how I squeezed him.

He grabbed my waist and started impaling me at a ferocious speed. I loosened on the way in, tightened on the way out, in a synchronization I didn’t even know I had. He gave one hard thrust and I felt his cock expand inside me. I clenched as hard as I could, milking him, and he started convulsing, grunting, unloading inside me. I convulsed at the same time. My cock shot streams that soaked the whole bed. I screamed like a slut.

Mauricio collapsed on top of me, sweaty, exhausted. His cock was still moving inside in little spasms. I kept squeezing him without meaning to. On the screen, amid moans, Sebastián was unloading inside Lucía. Total emptiness, both men at the same time, each in his female.

***

Three hours passed and it was time to go back. I got up on trembling legs. Mauricio put me in the shower and washed me himself, with soap, stroking me, holding me. When he pressed me against his body, his cock was starting to harden again.

—I could give you another one —he said, smiling.

—I don’t have time anymore. And my ass is wrecked.

I washed his cock with soap in gratitude. He told me I was the best slut in the world, and I let him say it.

He helped me get dressed and I left. At home everything was calm. The babysitter had already gone. I went through the children’s room and checked that they were asleep. Then I went to the bedroom.

Lucía was asleep, or pretending to be. Other times I would have woken her up; I loved fucking her right after Sebastián had fucked her. But that night my body couldn’t take any more. I kissed her temple. I undressed. I lay down beside her and held her tenderly.

I stayed there thinking about her, watching her sleep. So tender. So sweet. Who would have thought she was such a slut. And yet, that night I felt sluttier than her. The sting in my ass reminded me with every throb.

That’s how I fell asleep, holding her, the two of us thoroughly fucked, the two of us full of our studs’ cum, the two of us satisfied like females.