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

I’m going to tell you something I still have trouble believing, even though I lived it myself. It’s one of those things you don’t plan, that simply happens, and that after the years you understand was the beginning of everything. If you’re reading this looking for a real story, I’m giving 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 place; well, he only kept things in check around the kids. They prepared the guest room for me, and when the boys fell asleep, I’d go into their bedroom. The three of us fucked without restraint until we were exhausted: Mateo burying his cock deep inside me while Renata sucked my tits or rode my face with her soaking cunt, and then we’d come with muffled moans into the pillow. We ended up asleep in each other’s arms, sticky with semen and saliva, 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 about it, and I shouldn’t say no. I was curious, but also a little scared. By then I no longer knew what those two were capable of, and I confess that turned me on more than I wanted to admit. My panties got wet just imagining it.

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

—Hey, my hot little thing, today we’ve got to go together to the bachelor apartment, okay? I’ll pick you up at four, when you get back from school with the kids.

—All right, my love —I answered—. Anything I need to prepare?

—That’s my smart girl. Yes: put on the dress and heels Renata is going to give you. Get yourself pretty, but don’t wear too much makeup. I want you to look natural, okay? And shave that sweet pussy of yours, because I want you edible.

—Done, I’ll wait for you at four.

We kissed, and I felt that kiss with a new kind of desperation, as if he couldn’t hold out any longer either. He shoved his tongue down my throat and squeezed one tit over my clothes before letting me go. He didn’t tell me what it was about and, stupidly, I didn’t ask. I liked that feeling of not knowing, of giving myself over to whatever came next.

***

Four o’clock came and I left my house wearing the dress, those heels that made my legs look endless, and my heart beating in my throat. Mateo stopped 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… hello? —I said.

—Hello, hot stuff —Mateo answered through the mirror—. This is Bruno, a business associate and a very good friend of mine. He’s looking for someone so he won’t be so alone, 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 fascinated. 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. Still, you could tell he was older than me. I was twenty-two, about to turn twenty-three. I got up the nerve to ask.

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

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

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

—I knew you two would get along —Mateo chimed in, satisfied—. I told you, Bruno. Camila’s a gem: sweet, hardworking, accommodating, and gorgeous. And she sucks cock like an angel, I guarantee it.

—I noticed —he replied, looking at me shamelessly—. And that accommodating part I like. Sounds… delicious. I’m already getting hard just imagining her on her knees.

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

—So what’s this date about? What are we going to do?

—Bruno already knows everything, beautiful —Mateo said without hesitation—. He saw your pictures, I told him how we are, how you like it when you’re fucked from both sides. 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 toward me—. I’m not jealous. I want someone by my side who isn’t afraid to try new things, to be shared and to share me too. But something real. I want to get married, maybe have kids, and enjoy sex the way I like it: without limits, without guilt, with a woman who knows how to enjoy a good cock.

All of that filled me with a mix of lust and tenderness that’s hard to explain. He was handsome, yes, but he also accepted me exactly as I was, without asking me to pretend to be someone else. I felt my nipples harden beneath the lace and my cunt start throbbing.

—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 hot little thing? —Mateo answered—. The two of them need to know if they really like each other, to give it the green light. And I can’t let my girl go off with just any loser. So we’re going to check. I want to see you spread your legs for him, see if he makes you moan the way you make me moan.

***

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, his skin only lightly tanned, wearing a black dress shirt, matching trousers, and impeccable shoes. He leaned in and gave me a kiss that was soft, tender, and sexy all at once. The moment I felt his tongue brush mine, I got completely wet, feeling the moisture run down my thigh beneath the dress.

He took my hand and we went upstairs. Inside, we kept kissing slowly, without rushing, testing each other. Bruno squeezed my ass through the fabric while he sucked my lower lip. He 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 picked out for me. He unclasped my bra and let it fall too. He bent down and caught one nipple between his lips, sucking it hungrily, nibbling it until I moaned, while with the other hand he pinched my other nipple until it stood hard as a stone.

—What delicious tits you have, princess —he murmured—. I could suck on them for hours.

He laid me back on the bed and kept kissing them with a slowness that drove me insane, giving me little bites that pulled sighs from me. His tongue moved down over my sternum, over my navel, drawing wet circles over my skin.

I felt his hand slide up the inside of my thighs. He slipped off the last of my clothes and kept looking at me, spreading my legs all the way with his palms.

—You’re delicious, princess —he murmured—. You have a perfect body. And that little pink pussy of yours is dripping, look at you.

He lowered his head and kissed me between the legs, slow but hungry, like someone savoring something forbidden. He started licking me from bottom to top, long and flat, gathering up all my wetness, and then he sucked my clit between his lips, drawing on it with a rhythm that made my back arch all at once. When he slipped in two fingers and started moving them upward, searching for that spot inside me, I moaned without being able to hold back and squeezed my tits with my hands, pinching my nipples to hold off the wave that was coming. He quickened his tongue against my clit in the same rhythm as his fingers, giving me no respite.

—Oh, Bruno, like that, don’t stop —I begged, grabbing his hair—. I’m going to come in your mouth, like this, like this…

—Come on, hot mama, I want to swallow it all —he said against my skin, and plunged his tongue back in—. I’d eat you for life. You’re so damn tasty.

I came with a tremor that shook my legs against his ears, soaking his face. He kept licking me slowly, cleaning up every drop, while I fell apart on the bed.

He sat up with his mouth shining and unbuttoned his pants. He took them off and I saw the outline of his cock under the boxer briefs. I’m not saying it just because he’s my husband today, but what that man was hiding down there was spectacular: big, thick, veins standing out, and the head swollen and purplish from being so hard. He pulled it down and that cock bounced in front of me, hard as iron. I leaned in, grabbed it with both hands, and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip, tasting the pre-cum already leaking out. I started sucking him while caressing his balls with my other hand. He barely fit in my mouth; my eyes filled with tears and saliva dripped down my chin to my tits, but I didn’t want to stop. I’d pull him all the way out to run the tip over my lips, spit on him, and shove him back in until he hit my throat and made me gag.

—Oh, princess, you do that so fucking well —he gasped, holding my neck—. Swallow it all, like that, look at me while you suck my cock. What a sweet little whore you are, hot mama.

He rocked his hips, fucking my mouth with short thrusts, and I let him, my hands resting on his thighs. I licked his balls one by one, took them into my mouth while I jerked his cock all covered in spit, and he moaned, pulling my hair.

—Enough, enough, I want to make you mine —he panted, pulling me away with a gentle tug—. I’m going to come, and I want to do it in your pussy.

He lifted me effortlessly, grabbing my ass, and pinned me against the wall. I felt the tip of his cock searching for my entrance, rubbing against my soaked lips. He entered me slowly, opening me up, and I cried out against his neck from how good it felt to be filled by him centimeter by centimeter. When he reached the bottom, he stayed still for a second, letting me feel him all the way, and then he started moving.

—You’re so tight, princess —he growled—. You’re milking my cock.

He started out soft, almost tender, but as he heard me moan he grew firmer, deeper, until he was holding me against the wall and giving it to me with everything he had. Every thrust made my tits bounce against his face, and he took advantage of that to catch one nipple between his teeth. The first orgasm with his cock inside me hit me like a wave I hadn’t seen coming, squeezing me from the inside.

—God, you do it so well, handsome —I managed to say, my voice trembling—. I love you, don’t stop.

He pulled me off the wall and turned me around, bending me over the bed. He spread my ass cheeks with both hands and shoved into me from behind with one thrust. He started fucking me on all fours, his fingers sunk into my hips, pulling almost all the way out before driving back into me to the hilt. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the whole room, and I clutched the sheets, screaming for him to keep going.

—Like that, like that, give it all to me, break me —I begged shamelessly—. Fuck me harder, handsome.

—Look how I’m fucking you, princess —he growled, giving me a slap that made me shudder—. Look how well it goes in. This pussy is mine now.

He flipped me over, laid me on my back at the edge of the bed, and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He buried himself in me again, almost folding me in half, and from that angle he reached even deeper. He kissed my breasts and then my mouth, biting my lip, alternating tenderness and roughness. He started slow and suddenly switched to a blisteringly fast rhythm; I felt the impact of his body against mine, the wet sound of my drenched cunt taking him, and it drove me crazy. I took one hand to my clit and started rubbing myself while he fucked me, and I came a second time with a hoarse cry he swallowed with a kiss.

—I want to come with you, princess, but you choose where —he told me between gasps, looking into my eyes—. On your tits, in your mouth, on your face, in your ass, wherever you want. It’s yours, my load.

—Inside —I asked without hesitation, squeezing his ass so he wouldn’t pull out—. I want to feel you inside, I want you to fill me.

—Are you sure, hot mama? You want my milk in your little cunt?

—Yes, yes, come inside —I begged—. Finish with me, fill me up completely.

He sped up even more, driving into me hard, and I felt his cock swell inside me a second before he exploded. He came in gushes inside me while we kissed, and I felt the heat of his semen running out between us, drop by drop, while he kept moving slowly to empty himself completely. He stayed inside a little longer, trembling, kissing my neck, and when he finally pulled out I felt his load dripping down between my thighs and onto the sheets. We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing hard and skin sticky, and only then did I remember Mateo was still in the room.

***

—Very good, beautiful —he said from a corner, with a satisfied smile and a very obvious bulge in his pants—. I think I’m going to have to learn to share you more often, huh? Do you want to see how the first date video turned out?

I turned and saw he had his phone in his hand. He’d filmed the whole time: the blowjobs, every thrust, my face when I came, the cum dripping inside me. Afterward I thanked him; over the years, my husband and I watch that video from time to time and end up just as turned on as we were that afternoon, fucking like it’s the first time.

We got dressed and the three of us sat at the dining table as if nothing had happened, like old acquaintances, even though I could still feel Bruno’s semen warm between my legs.

—Thanks, brother —Bruno told Mateo—. You read my mind. And what a delicious pussy she has, asshole, she almost left me dry.

—Ha, I knew you’d like her —he replied—. I told you my girl was fantastic, and now you’ve seen it for yourself. Tight as if she were a virgin, right?

—As if she were a virgin —Bruno confirmed, laughing.

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

—Of course I do —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, fucking each other until dawn, but I needed to properly say goodbye to my new prospect. Bruno took me to my apartment and, at the door, held me by the hand.

—Camila, can I stay with you? I honestly 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, though desire was there too, throbbing between my legs again.

—Stay —I told him—. But if it’s 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.

That night I fucked him two more times, once in the shower with him behind me, sliding into me while I braced my hands on the tiles, and once in my bed, on top of him, riding his cock slowly until both of us fell apart again. I fell asleep on his chest, still with his cum inside me.

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 the love, as I promised that night, is still only ours. I’ll tell you the rest later, my darlings.