My Lover Introduced Me to the Man Who Would Be My Husband

I’m going to tell you something I still have a hard time believing, even though I lived it myself. It’s one of those things you never plan, things that simply happen, and only years later do you understand they were the beginning of everything. If you’re reading this looking for a true story, I’ll give it to you exactly as I remember it.

After that threesome with Renata, Mateo changed. He no longer hid when he kissed me at his house; well, he only took care around the kids. They would prepare the guest room for me, and when the boys fell asleep, I would move into their bedroom. We would fuck without restraint until we were exhausted, and then the three of us would sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

One morning, while we were having breakfast, Renata looked at me with a strange smile and told me Mateo wanted to talk to me about something. She already knew, she said, and I shouldn’t say no. I was curious, but also a little afraid. By then I no longer knew what those two were capable of, and that, I confess, turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

Mateo caught up with me in the kitchen and spoke into my ear.

—Hey, my hottie, today we’re going to the bachelor apartment together, okay? I’ll pick you up at four, when you get back from school with the kids.

—All right, my love —I replied—. Do I need to get anything ready?

—That’s my smart girl. Yes: put on the dress and the heels Renata is going to give you. Make yourself pretty, but don’t wear too much makeup. I want you to look natural, okay?

—Got it, I’ll be waiting for you at four.

We kissed, and I felt that kiss with a new kind of desperation, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer either. He didn’t tell me what it was about, and I, foolishly, didn’t ask. I liked that feeling of not knowing, of surrendering to whatever came next.

***

Four o’clock came, and I left my house wearing the dress, those heels that made my legs seem endless, and my heart pounding in my throat. Mateo pulled up in front of the building, and when I was about to get in the front seat, I saw there was already someone in the passenger seat. A man I didn’t know. I got in the back, confused.

—Uh… hi? —I said.

—Hello, cutie —Mateo answered through the mirror—. This is Bruno, a work associate and a very good friend of mine. He’s looking for someone so he won’t be so lonely, and I told him I had a gorgeous friend worth introducing him to.

The man turned toward me and held out his hand.

—Hi, Camila. You’re very pretty. Nice to meet you.

When I saw him up close, I was mesmerized. He was genuinely handsome: short hair, honey-colored eyes, firm hands but soft to the touch, and he smelled delicious, like a mix of wood and something citrusy. That said, it was obvious he was older than me. I was twenty-two, about to turn twenty-three. I gathered the courage to ask.

—Nice to meet you, Bruno. And why is a man as handsome as you single? Or are you divorced? Can I ask your age?

—Ha, no, I’m not divorced —he laughed—. I never got married because I wanted to save money first, have stability before forming something serious. I’m thirty-one; I turn thirty-two in March.

—Oh, you’re not that much older than me —I said, relieved—. And what a coincidence: I was born in March too.

—I knew you two would get along —Mateo said, satisfied—. I told you, Bruno. Camila is a gem: sweet, hardworking, agreeable, and beautiful.

—I’ve already noticed —he replied, looking at me shamelessly—. And that agreeable part I like. Sounds… delicious.

I still didn’t quite understand. I didn’t know whether Mateo intended for me to sleep with Bruno in front of him, or whether Bruno would accept his possible girlfriend fooling around with another man right in his face. So I decided to ask straight out.

—So what is this date about, then? What are we going to do?

—Bruno already knows everything, baby —Mateo said without hesitation—. He saw your photos, I told him how we are. And it turns out he has the same tastes I do: he loves women and doesn’t mind sharing them, as long as they give him what he’s looking for.

—That’s right, princess —Bruno added, turning back around—. I’m not jealous. I want someone by my side who isn’t afraid to try new things, to let herself be shared and to share me too. But something serious. I want to get married, maybe have children, and enjoy sex the way I like it.

All of that filled me with a mixture of lust and tenderness that’s hard to explain. He was handsome, yes, but on top of that he accepted me exactly as I was, without asking me to pretend to be someone else.

—Then I think we’re going to get along very well, handsome —I told him—. And is today our first date?

—Why do you think we’re going to the apartment, my hottie? —Mateo answered—. The two of you need to know whether you really like each other, give each other the green light. And I can’t let my girl go off with just any jerk. So we’re going to check.

***

We arrived at the building and Bruno got out first to open my door and help me out of the car. Standing up, I liked him even more: he was tall, with skin just lightly tanned, wearing a black dress shirt, matching trousers, and immaculate shoes. He bent down and gave me a kiss that was soft, tender, and sexy all at once. The moment I felt his tongue brush mine, I was soaked through.

He took my hand and we went upstairs. Inside, we kept kissing slowly, unhurried, testing each other. Bruno pulled down the zipper of my dress and the fabric fell to the floor. I was left in my underwear, a black lace set Renata had chosen for me. He unclasped my bra and let it fall too. He laid me back on the bed and started kissing my breasts with a slowness that drove me crazy, giving me little bites that ripped sighs from me.

I felt his hand slide up the inside of my thighs. He pulled away my last piece of clothing and stayed there looking at me.

—You’re delicious, princess —he murmured—. You have a perfect body.

He lowered his head and kissed me between my legs, slow but hungry, burying his tongue in a way that made my back arch. When he put two fingers inside and started moving them, I moaned without being able to hold it back and pressed my breasts with my hands.

—I’d eat you for the rest of my life, babe —he said against my skin—. You’re so fucking tasty.

He sat up and unbuttoned his pants. He took them off and I saw his cock outlined beneath his boxers. I’m not saying this because he’s my husband now, but what that man was hiding down there was spectacular: big, thick, with prominent veins. He pulled it down and it bounced in front of me. I leaned in and started sucking him while I stroked the rest of him. It barely fit in my mouth; my eyes filled with tears and saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t want to stop.

—Oh, princess, you do it so well —he panted—. But now I want to make you mine.

He lifted me up and, still carrying me, entered me slowly. I moaned loudly against his neck. He started out gentle, almost tender, but as he heard me he became firmer, deeper, until he was holding me against the wall, hitting me with everything he had. My first orgasm hit like a wave I never saw coming.

—My God, you do it so well, handsome —I managed to say—. I adore you.

—I want to come with you, princess, but you choose where —he told me, looking into my eyes—. On your breasts, on your face, wherever you want.

—Inside —I asked without hesitation—. I want to feel you inside me.

He laid me on my back and sank into me again. He kissed my breasts and then my mouth, alternating tenderness and roughness. He started slowly and suddenly changed to a blisteringly fast rhythm; I felt the удар of his body against mine and it drove me wild.

—Oh, babe, I’m going to come —he groaned—. You feel so fucking good.

—Yes, yes, come inside —I begged him—. Finish with me.

He came inside me while we kissed, and I felt the heat spilling between us. We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing hard, and only then did I remember Mateo was still in the room.

***

—Very good, beautiful —he said from a corner, with a satisfied smile—. I think I’ll have to learn to share you more often, right? Do you want to see how the video of the first date turned out?

I turned and saw he had the phone in his hand. He had recorded us the whole time. Later I thanked him for it; over the years, my husband and I still watch that video from time to time and end up just as turned on as we were that afternoon.

We got dressed and sat down the three of us at the dining table, as if nothing had happened, like old acquaintances.

—Thanks, brother —Bruno told Mateo—. You read my mind.

—Ha, I knew you’d like her —he replied—. I told you my girl was fantastic, and now you’ve confirmed it.

—And tell me, Camila —Bruno turned to me, in a different tone, softer—, did you like it? Do you want us to see each other again?

—Of course —I answered without thinking—. I loved it, and I want to see you always.

That night, for the first time in a long while, I didn’t stay with Mateo and Renata. I knew they were going to have a good time anyway, but I needed to say goodbye properly to my new prospect. Bruno took me to my apartment and, once we were at the door, he held my hand back.

—Camila, can I stay with you? I really had an incredible time, and I’d like to try something serious. What do you think?

I looked at him for a moment before answering. There was something about him that wasn’t just desire.

—Stay —I told him—. But if this is going to be something real, I want it to be real. We can share with whoever we want, but love only between the two of us. I liked you a lot, Bruno. Let’s see what happens.

Almost eight years later, we’re still together. We got married, built what he always wanted, and every now and then we still see Mateo and Renata to repeat those exchanges. But love, as I promised that night, is still only ours. I’ll tell you the rest sometime, darlings.