My Wife's Confession About Her Insistent Ex

The first time I understood that my marriage no longer belonged to me was one ordinary afternoon, when the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Darío leaning against the frame, chewing gum and smelling of cold tobacco as if he had slept inside an ashtray.

—I’ve come to see your wife —he said, without saying hello—. And not exactly to have coffee.

He didn’t even bother trying to hide it anymore. Before, he used to invent some excuse, a quick visit, a beer, any kind of bullshit. Over time he stopped pretending, and the worst part was that I stopped pretending to be surprised too.

—You’re early —I replied—. Nora went out shopping.

Darío smiled with the confidence of a man used to walking in where he wasn’t invited. Years ago he had been the neighborhood heartthrob, and he still dressed as if time had never passed: an old jacket, worn boots, a ridiculous cap that didn’t quite conceal the bald spot beginning to eat its way across his head. Even so, he still had something brutish and animalistic about him that dragged my wife along like a hook sunk far too deep.

—I’ll wait for her —he said—. You know I’m not leaving without coming inside her.

I clenched my jaw. I could say that it turned my stomach and that was why I reacted with anger, but the truth was dirtier. It humiliated me. It sickened me. And yet part of me remained still, watching, as though I had already become a professional witness to my own ruin.

Nora’s car appeared in the driveway just then. She got out in her short mustard-colored dress, clinging to her hips in the heat, her hair tied up any old way and two bags in each hand. I saw Darío look at her like an owner watching his trained bitch come home.

My wife saw the two of us together and closed her eyes for a second. That gesture said everything. It wasn’t surprise. It was resignation.

She had left the house the way he demanded: without panties and without a bra. I knew because she no longer even hid it from me; sometimes I watched her get ready in the bedroom, smoothing the dress over her naked ass and muttering that at least that way she could get him off her back faster. It never worked.

She walked around the car and bent down to take the last bag from the back seat. Darío came down the steps before I could move, pressed himself against her from behind, and hiked up her skirt with both hands. He left her ass bare in the middle of the entrance to the house, round, firm, outlined by the thin fabric of the dress bunched around her waist.

—Darío, let me put the things away first —Nora said tensely, without turning around.

He squeezed one cheek hard and then buried his hand between her thighs. I saw her spread her legs a little farther by reflex when his fingers touched her shaved pussy.

—You promised me, back when you were mine, that it would be whenever I wanted —he whispered beside her ear—. I don’t remember that promise expiring.

Nora let out a breath through her nose. She had said it many times: that stupid youthful vow was a joke Darío had turned into a sentence. He had never forgiven her for marrying me. He had never stopped treating her as if she still belonged to him.

—Don’t fuck with my ass today —she murmured—. It’s been hurting since this morning.

She said it with such intimate exhaustion that it pierced me. Darío laughed. He slipped two fingers between her buttocks and ran them slowly over the opening of her ass, as if checking whether it was still open for him.

—We’ll see —he replied—. Get into the kitchen. I want a good look at you.

She started walking with the bags pressed to her chest, and he followed with one hand on her ass, lifting her dress while I closed the door behind the three of us. Everything happened in front of me with the indecent naturalness of a domestic routine.

In the kitchen, Nora set the bags on the table. Darío positioned himself behind her, unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock. It was thick, long, obscene. I had seen it far too many times to pretend I didn’t understand why my wife came home from every encounter walking slowly.

He spat into his hand, rubbed it over his dick, and settled it between Nora’s buttocks. She braced herself against the counter without looking at anyone. I stayed beside the refrigerator with the feeling that I was in the way in my own home.

—Don’t make any noise, you’ll throw off my rhythm —Darío warned me.

He spread her ass with one hand and began to push. Nora closed her eyes when she felt the tip opening her. Her back arched. One of the bags fell to the floor and lemons rolled out.

—Slowly —she said through clenched teeth—. Fuck, slowly.

Darío ignored her. He kept pushing it in inch by inch, forcing the tight ring open until half his cock was buried. Nora let out a hoarse moan, more pain than pleasure, and dug her fingers into the marble countertop.

—That’s how I like it —he growled—. Take it.

He thrust again, and this time more of him went in. The flesh of her buttocks struck his pelvis with a wet sound. I watched his dick disappear into the ass that already knew his thrust all too well. Nora’s face was turned to the side, her mouth half open and her neck taut.

—There are frozen foods in the insulated bag —she said suddenly, glancing at me—. Put them in the freezer, please.

Her sentence was cut short by another thrust. Darío was already fucking her rhythmically, holding her by the waist, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back into her hard. Every time he went all the way in, Nora let out a short, furious sound.

I picked up the bag like an obedient idiot while listening to the slap of skin, the moans, and the obscenities he whispered in her ear. I opened the freezer and put the food away while my wife was being penetrated from behind less than two yards from me.

—Look at me —Darío ordered.

Nora turned her head toward me. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair stuck to her temple. I saw shame, exhaustion, and something worse: habit.

—Do you think I like this? —she said, her voice broken by the thrusts—. Do you think I’m enjoying this?

I didn’t know how to answer. Darío grabbed one of her breasts over the dress and pulled her backward until her torso arched farther.

—Don’t fuck with me and your little drama now —he spat—. I want to come in peace.

He slipped his hand around the front, between her legs, and began rubbing her pussy while he continued fucking her ass. His fingers made wet sounds. Nora’s legs were trembling. Every rub against her clitoris tore a moan from her that she tried and failed to swallow.

—You’re soaked —he taunted—. Always the same. I open your ass and your pussy gets wet like a slut’s.

—Shut up —she whispered.

—Say it properly.

—Shut up, asshole.

He slapped her so hard the blow reverberated through the kitchen. Then he pulled the dress away from her chest and bared her tits. He caught them in both hands, squeezed them, twisted her nipples while he kept sliding in and out of her ass. Nora bit her lip. Her breasts shook with every thrust.

I should have left. Instead, I stood there watching her arms lose their strength, watching her jaw go slack, watching her body begin to respond even as her pride continued resisting.

Darío licked the back of her neck.

—Tell me where you want me to come.

—Wherever you want, as long as you get the fuck out afterward —Nora answered.

He laughed and sped up. The sound of his pelvis pounding her ass became faster, harder. The table creaked. A bottle fell on its side and rolled toward the sink.

—I’m going to fill your ass again —he growled.

Nora shook her head, but there was no strength left in the gesture. Only hot resignation. Darío pulled her away from the counter, bent her farther forward, and spread her buttocks with his hands so he could watch himself enter. I saw it too: her asshole giving way around his thick, glistening cock, pushing in without mercy.

—Fuck —she said very softly—. Fuck...

Then she came. I could tell by the way her legs gave out, the way she squeezed her thighs together and dropped her forehead onto her arm. Darío kept masturbating her clitoris with two brutal fingers while fucking her ass, and the orgasm tore through her entire body. She moaned against her will, angrily, as if she hated giving him that victory.

—There it is —he said, satisfied—. I knew you’d come like that.

Two more thrusts, three, and he tensed behind her. He dug his fingers into her hips and filled her inside. I saw the spasm in her belly, the way she closed her eyes and left her mouth open while he came deep in my wife’s ass.

He stayed buried for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly. A thick strand of semen began sliding between Nora’s legs.

She straightened with her face burning. She pulled her dress down as best she could and grabbed the edge of the table to keep from swaying.

—That’s it —I said, without much conviction—. You’re finished.

Darío looked at me as if he found that amusing.

—That was just getting here. Now I want the bed.

***

Nora went up the stairs first. I watched her. She walked slowly, semen running down the insides of her thighs, leaving an obscene gleaming trail. Darío followed her without asking permission, going up to our bedroom like a man entering a rented room.

It took me a few minutes to work up the nerve to go upstairs. When I opened the door, they were already on the bed. She was straddling him, naked from the waist down with her dress open, her tits bouncing as she tried to ride that enormous cock with a mixture of urgency and exhaustion.

—I want to know how long you’re staying —I said from the doorway.

Darío had his hands on Nora’s hips, forcing her lower, guiding her over his dick.

—I don’t know —he answered without looking at me—. If your wife cooperates, I might decide to sleep here.

Nora sank down until she swallowed him whole and let out a muffled moan. Her pussy was swollen and glistening. Every time she rose, Darío’s cock came out coated in a thick mixture of juices and semen that had leaked from her ass earlier.

—Don’t start now, Tomás —she said, using that tired voice she reserved only for me—. I want to get this over with.

Get this over with. She always said that. But “this” could last for hours.

Darío slapped her ass.

—Move better. At this rate I won’t come in a century.

She obeyed. She began bouncing harder. The bed pounded against the wall in a steady rhythm. Her tits shook freely, and he grabbed them to knead them while she impaled herself over and over. The sight humiliated me so much that I could barely look away.

—Look at her —Darío said—. Married, serious, so proper... and then look at how she opens up over me.

Nora leaned forward and planted her hands on his chest to gain momentum. His cock went all the way in, and she could no longer hide the pleasure he drew from her. Her moans came out cleaner, wetter. Her pussy sucked at his dick with a viscous sound that filled the room.

—Touch yourself —he ordered.

She brought two fingers to her clitoris and began rubbing herself while she kept riding him. I watched her bite her lip, close her eyes, and speed up. Darío raised his hips to drive deeper into her from below. Every collision made her tits quiver.

—That’s it, slut —he growled—. Come on my cock.

—Don’t call me that.

—But you act like one.

He slapped her again and then seized her neck without squeezing all the way, just enough to assert his dominance. Nora moaned and came almost immediately, shaking over him, rubbing herself furiously while her pussy milked him. The orgasm left her breathless. She collapsed against his chest for a second.

I was still in the doorway, useless, watching.

Darío smiled at me over her shoulder.

—Close the door when you leave if you don’t want to hear her scream.

I didn’t leave. I didn’t speak either. I sat in the chair in the corner like a condemned man and watched him turn her over. He put her on all fours on our bed, spread her legs, and bent down to lick her pussy. Nora let out a long gasp. He buried his tongue between her lips, sucking eagerly at her clitoris, while one hand squeezed her still-open, sticky ass.

Then he spat into the cleft, pushed one finger into her ass and another into her pussy at the same time. Nora arched her back.

—You’re a complete mess —he told her—. You’re dripping everywhere.

He penetrated her pussy again with one brutal thrust. She screamed, shameless now. The mattress sank with every blow. Darío held her hair, tugging lightly, and began fucking her hard, without pause, until her thighs trembled.

—More —Nora said suddenly, hoarse and surrendered—. If you’re going to do it, really do it.

He obeyed eagerly. He pounded her ass with his pelvis, squeezed one tit with one hand and her clitoris with the other, burying himself inside her again and again. I watched her clutch the sheets, watched her open wider, watched pleasure and humiliation blend together until they made her unrecognizable.

She came again, thrusting backward and seeking greater depth, and that was what made him lose control. Darío pulled out at the last second and emptied a hot load over her back and buttocks. The semen ran down the curve of her spine into the cleft of her ass.

—Clean yourself up —he said, tossing the pillow aside—. I want you ready again in ten minutes.

Nora turned her face toward me. Her eyes were bright; I didn’t know whether from anger or sheer exhaustion.

—Have you seen enough? —she asked.

I didn’t answer. The truth was that it was never enough for the disgust I felt toward myself.

***

That night I tried to sleep on the sofa. I couldn’t. Every creak from upstairs, every muffled moan, every thump of the bed reached me with sickening clarity. Around midnight I went upstairs for some water and found them again, this time on the edge of the bed.

Nora was wearing a short skirt and a shirt knotted beneath her tits, an absurd combination Darío had chosen from her wardrobe simply because he liked seeing her half-dressed while he used her. She was sitting on him, facing away, moving her ass slowly while rubbing her clitoris.

Darío had one hand between her legs and the other around her throat, holding her firmly. He was whispering obscenities in her ear with the thick voice of a man planning to come again and again after that.

—Come on, give it to me —he said—. Show your husband how much you like my cock.

Nora saw me in the doorway and lowered her gaze, ashamed. But she didn’t stop. On the contrary: she began moving with more determination, faster, as if she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. The sound of her pussy swallowing his dick filled the room.

—Don’t look at me like that —she said—. If I get into this, I get out sooner.

Darío laughed and lifted her abruptly. He laid her on her back, spread her legs, and knelt between them. He began sucking her hungrily, running his tongue from bottom to top, pausing to suck on her clitoris until she writhed. Nora had her hands on his head, pulling his hair without care.

—Fuck... fuck, like that... —she moaned.

I had never heard her talk to me that way.

He kept licking her until she was trembling, then rose, spat on her pussy, and pushed himself into her again all at once. Nora screamed and clutched my sheets. Darío began fucking her with measured violence, the kind that knows another person’s body by heart.

—Spread wider —he ordered.

She obeyed. She put her ankles over his shoulders, and he penetrated her even deeper. The angle made her moan each time the tip struck inside. I watched her belly tremble, her tits shake, the expression of pure abandonment on her face.

—You’re going to come again —he said.

—Yes.

—Ask me for it.

—Make me come.

He pinched one of her nipples and slipped his hand between them to press on her clitoris while he kept thrusting. Nora came with a long, broken moan, half-closing her legs around his waist. Darío didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her through the orgasm, taking advantage of every spasm of her pussy, until he came too, this time inside her.

When he pulled out, the mixture of semen and juices ran down her thighs.

—Now on your side —he ordered, still panting—. I want to go back to your ass before bed.

Nora didn’t even argue. She turned over, bent one leg, and opened herself to him with the docility of someone who knows resisting will only make the night longer. Darío used his own cum as lubricant, rubbing it over her cleft before pushing the tip into her tender anus again.

She hissed through her teeth.

—I told you it hurts there.

—And you still give it to me.

He pushed it in slowly, savoring every sign of discomfort. Once he was fully inside, he grabbed her by the hip and began thrusting with a deep, heavy rhythm. Nora buried her face in the pillow to muffle the sounds. She failed. Every thrust tore a darker moan from her.

I left before I saw him come again. I heard the growl from the hallway and knew exactly where he had left another load.

***

The next morning I went into the kitchen and Darío was already sitting at the table, fresh as if he had slept ten hours. Nora was underneath it, naked, sucking him off.

The first thing I saw was her head moving between his legs. The second was the strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip when she pulled her mouth away to breathe. Darío had one hand in her hair and guided her with obscene calm, as if this were as normal as reading the newspaper.

—Good morning —he said.

I didn’t answer. I looked at Nora. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, still marked by the night. She had dried semen on one thigh. Her tits swayed with every movement of her blowjob.

Darío raised his hips slightly.

—Look at her work. If you want the truth, this makes getting up early worthwhile.

Nora looked at me from beneath the table for a second. There were no tears or pleading. Only a kind of resigned exhaustion, mixed with the wet concentration of someone trying to make the other man come quickly so it could all end sooner.

She took his cock in one hand and swallowed it deeper. Darío let out a satisfied snort. She tightened her lips as she pulled back, used her tongue on the tip, and swallowed him again. The wet sound filled the kitchen.

—I don’t know how you keep going —I murmured.

Darío smiled.

—Your wife learns quickly. And she takes it better than you do.

He pushed her head down a little farther. Nora swallowed, relaxed her throat, and let another half of his cock disappear into her mouth. Her eyes watered. Even so, she kept sucking eagerly, as though the urgency to finish made her efficient.

He began to tense. He stroked her hair with insulting tenderness.

—Don’t pull off —he warned her—. Swallow it.

Nora kept her mouth around his cock when Darío came. The spasm shook his thigh. She swallowed everything she could, pulling her mouth away at the end to breathe, and wiped a strand of semen from her lower lip with the back of her hand.

Then she came out from under the table and stood without covering herself. Her mouth was red and her hair tousled. Darío caught her by the wrist and sat her on his lap, facing me.

—I’ve been thinking —he said, stroking her thigh—. I spend so much time here that maybe I should move in for a while.

I felt something inside me was about to break. Nora closed her eyes for a moment, as if she already knew this would happen eventually.

Darío spread her legs over his lap and began playing with his fingers between her swollen lips. She let out an involuntary gasp.

—Don’t start again —she whispered.

—Of course I’m going to start again.

He slipped two fingers into her pussy, slowly at first, then curled them inside, searching for the spot that made her writhe. Nora grabbed his shoulders. I watched her body relax despite her exhaustion.

—Tell your husband where you want me now —he demanded.

She held my gaze for several seconds, humiliated and aroused at the same time.

—Not in the kitchen —she said—. Take me to the sofa.

Darío smiled as if he had won again. He lifted her in his arms, naked, open, dripping, and carried her into the living room. I followed because I no longer knew how to do anything else.

He left her on the sofa and put her facedown with her knees spread. He opened her ass with his thumbs and spat between her buttocks. Nora buried her face in the backrest, waiting. He positioned himself behind her and pushed into her anus again, still tender, still used. She moaned loudly when she felt the invasion.

Darío began fucking her slowly, savoring every entry, every contraction. Then he sped up. The sofa squeaked. Nora gripped the backrest with both hands, rocking with every thrust, her ass taking blow after blow while her pussy dripped onto the fabric.

—This is how you’re going to spend the morning —he told her—. With my cock in your ass and your husband watching.

Nora didn’t answer. She only pushed her hips back to take him better.

I stood in front of them and finally understood why I call all of this a confession. Because no one forced me to stay there. No one tied me to that house or that scene repeated over and over. I watched him enter her, watched her open herself, watched them fuck in my kitchen, in my bed, on my sofa, and I kept staying.

Darío filled her again with a satisfied growl. Semen began leaking between her legs once more. Nora didn’t even move; she remained still, breathing deeply, empty and used.

And I, as so many times before, kept watching until there was nothing left of me worth saving.