The Anal Gift for My Husband’s Friend
I’ve always had an intense and indiscreet sex life with Bruno, my husband. We weren’t the kind of couple who told just anyone everything, but neither did we behave like a shy couple. Between us there were games, toys, challenges, and a very personal trust that let us take desire as far as the body could endure.
The problem began, if you can call it a problem, when Darío started coming up more often in our conversations. He had been Bruno’s friend for years, a tall, divorced man with broad shoulders and big hands, carrying that quiet confidence of someone who knows exactly the effect he has. One night Bruno showed me a video Darío had sent him after learning about some of our adventures. It didn’t need much explanation: he was masturbating and saying he wanted to see me open, especially from behind.
“He wants to fuck you hard,” Bruno told me, watching me to gauge my reaction.
I didn’t answer right away. I stared at the screen, at Darío’s size, at the way he spoke, and felt a mixture of nerves and heat in my stomach. Bruno knew me far too well. He knew that if something frightened me a little and turned me on a lot, sooner or later I would end up wanting to try it.
Our first date was on a weeknight. Bruno picked me up in my office parking lot and asked me to get into the back seat. I was wearing a loose dress and almost nothing underneath. As soon as I closed the door, he put a locked collar around my neck, fitted a large plug inside me, and switched on a vibrator he had placed inside. Then he cuffed my wrists behind my back with leather restraints and put a ball gag in my mouth, tightened securely, making it clear that I wasn’t going to direct anything that night.
When Darío got into the car, the atmosphere changed at once. He sat beside me, took my chin, and forced me to look at him. His eyes were dark and his smile slow, almost cruel, but what shook me most was the way he touched my thigh, unhurriedly, as though I already belonged to him.
“Tonight I’m going to split you in two,” he said.
Bruno handed him the vibrator controls and laughed when he heard my muffled moan. Darío turned up the intensity until I had to rest my forehead against the front seat. The plug vibrated inside my ass and the other toy pressed against my pussy in a maddening way. I couldn’t speak, but I didn’t need to: my spread legs and ragged breathing said more than enough.
We went to a discreet motel, one of those places with private entrances and red lights in the hallway. Before we went inside, Darío pressed me against the car, lifted my dress, and slowly pulled out the plug. The cold air made me tremble. When he tried to push his cock against my anus without preparing me, I tensed and looked at Bruno. He understood immediately and handed him the lube.
“Remember that,” I told Darío when Bruno removed the gag for a moment. “Lots of lube.”
Darío didn’t argue. He coated his hand, opened me with his fingers, and then pressed the tip of his cock against me again. This time he entered slowly, thick and heavy, making me breathe through my nose while I clenched my teeth. When he reached the bottom, he held me by the waist and stayed still, buried in my ass, letting me feel every inch.
Bruno stood in front of me and kissed me hungrily. His hard penis pressed against my belly. He untied my hands only so he could position me better, lifted one of my legs, and penetrated my pussy while Darío remained inside me from behind. I felt both bodies pushing me in different directions, filling me completely, and the moan that escaped me was so loud that Bruno had to cover my mouth with his.
“Do you like it like this, nice and full?” Darío asked, barely moving.
I nodded, sweating. It hurt a little, but it was a hot pain mixed with pleasure, with the brutal sensation of being exactly where I wanted to be. When they both began to move, I lost all sense of time. Darío drove deep into my ass while Bruno fucked me from the front, pounding into me with a rhythm that left me breathless.
They held me between them until my legs gave out. Then Bruno took me against the wall, put my hands up, and penetrated me from behind while Darío watched from the bed, masturbating. My husband knew my body; he knew when to speed up, when to sink all the way in, and when to stay still until I begged. He came inside me with a low growl, pressing me against the cold tiles.
Afterward we went into the main room. It was a themed motel, full of rings, a leather bench, straps, and a swing hanging from the ceiling. Darío took care of me as though he had been imagining it for months. He tied my wrists and ankles, spread my legs, and licked me until I began moving my hips helplessly. Then he made me suck his cock, pushing it against my mouth with one hand on the back of my neck, while Bruno caressed my ass and played with my still-sensitive anus.
That night they fucked me in every position their imaginations could come up with. On the bench, Darío penetrated me from behind with long, heavy strokes while Bruno knelt in front of me and put his penis in my mouth. On the swing, they left me suspended, open, vulnerable, taking turns sinking into me. When one pulled out, the other went in; when I thought I couldn’t take any more, one of them turned up the vibrator and my body tensed all over again.
Darío came on my belly the first time, thick and hot, looking at me as though he had finally collected a debt. Bruno did it afterward in my mouth, and I swallowed with my throat still irritated from all the moaning. We left close to midnight, tired and sweaty, my dress stuck to my skin and my ass so sensitive that every step reminded me of what had happened.
“You loved it,” Bruno told me in the car.
“Yes,” I answered, resting my head against the window. “And that’s the worst part.”
***
A week later, Bruno told me that Darío’s birthday was on Saturday and that he wanted me to be the gift. He didn’t phrase it as a question, but he didn’t need to. By then I had already watched Darío’s video several times, and every time I remembered his cock opening me from behind, I ended up wet and wanting more.
On Friday I received a package at the office. Inside was a latex garment with thin straps and inner beads, along with a note from Bruno: “Change when everyone’s gone. Leave wearing only the coat.” I waited until the last coworker shut down their computer. In the bathroom I took off my clothes, put on the garment, adjusted the straps over my adult body, and covered myself with a long coat. The rubbing of the beads as I walked made me close my eyes before I reached the elevator.
Bruno and Darío were in the car. As soon as I got in, Darío opened my coat and looked me over in silence, with a smile that made me feel naked even though I wasn’t. He touched my breasts, my belly, my crotch, and then fitted another plug, larger than the previous one. I drew a deep breath.
“You already know my one condition,” I told him. “Always use lube.”
“I know,” he replied. “And even so, you’re going to end up wide open.”
I leaned between the seats and sucked his cock before we left the city. It was thick, heavy on my tongue, and I had trouble taking it all the way down without bringing tears to my eyes. Darío held my hair and made me continue until he came in my mouth. I swallowed, kissed him, and murmured against his lips:
“Happy birthday.”
We picked up Esteban on a quiet corner. He had been with us once before, so he didn’t need much explanation. Bruno put on my collar and the cuffs for my wrists and ankles, then left the keys in his pocket. On the way to the country house, Darío and Esteban touched me as if the car were merely a prelude. One controlled the vibrators; the other slipped his fingers beneath the latex straps and squeezed my nipples until I moaned against the ball gag Bruno put back in my mouth.
The country house was far from the neighboring homes, surrounded by trees and with a lit swimming pool in the yard. As soon as I got out, Darío pushed me against a wooden table, lifted my coat, and pulled out the plug. The lube was cold when he applied it with his fingers; his cock, on the other hand, entered hot and hard, opening me with a pressure that made my knees buckle.
He fucked me right there, before we crossed the door. His hands held my hips, and each thrust shoved me against the table. The gag muffled my screams. Esteban stood in front of me and caressed my face with his cock until Bruno released my mouth so I could suck him. I filled myself with saliva, sweat, and that feeling of being used exactly as I had agreed to be used.
When Darío finished, Esteban took his place. He wasn’t as big, but his rhythm was faster, more insistent, and he made me tremble with short thrusts while Darío kissed me and whispered that the weekend had barely begun. Bruno watched us for a while, satisfied, and then stroked my hair.
“See you Monday afternoon,” he said. “Enjoy the gift.”
Watching him leave sent a strange shiver through me. It wasn’t abandonment; it was part of the game. The car door closed, the lights receded along the dirt road, and I was left at the country house with two men who had clear instructions, enough toys, and the whole weekend ahead of them.
We went inside. They removed the gag and untied only my hands. Darío sat in an armchair and gestured for me to kneel. I obeyed. I sucked his cock while Esteban positioned himself behind me, opened my ass with lubricated fingers, and played with the plug, slowly pulling it out and pushing it back in. When Darío got hard again, they lifted me between them and carried me to the bedroom.
That was when the longest part of the night began. They put me on all fours on the bed and took turns fucking me from behind. Darío was deep and heavy, the kind of man who doesn’t need to move quickly to make you feel split apart. Esteban was dirtier with his mouth: he told me I looked perfect like that, with my ass open, begging for more even though I could barely speak. I moaned into the sheets, soaked, my pussy throbbing even though that night everyone seemed obsessed with my ass.
Then they turned me over. Darío lay beneath me and sat me on his cock, guiding me until I had all of it inside my ass. Esteban knelt in front of me and put his penis in my mouth. I moved on Darío with my legs trembling, lowering and rising slowly at first, then faster, until pleasure began to climb up my back. I came with a muffled moan around Esteban’s cock, squeezing Darío from inside while he held my waist.
We slept very little. At dawn, the plug’s vibrator woke me. Darío was sitting on the edge of the bed with an open box full of plugs in different sizes. He smiled without saying anything, kissed my shoulder, and began to play with me. Lube, fingers, a small plug, then a larger one. He made me breathe, made me wait, made me ask for it. When he finally penetrated me again, my body accepted him with obscene ease.
He came inside me three times before noon, resting only long enough to get hard again. Esteban joined in whenever he wanted: sometimes he licked me, sometimes he fucked my mouth, sometimes he masturbated while watching Darío fuck me from behind beside the pool. I teased them whenever I could. I walked past them with the plug inside me, let them control the vibrations, and pretended indifference until one of them turned up the intensity and forced me to brace myself against the wall.
On Sunday afternoon, Darío took one of the delay pills Bruno had left for him and led me to the bathroom. He removed the plug under the hot water and penetrated me against the wet wall. It lasted so long that I lost count of how many times I came. He held me with one hand at the collar around my neck and the other on my waist, entering all the way, pulling almost completely out, and sinking back in with a force that left my legs useless.
“You said you wanted to give me the best birthday of my life,” he reminded me.
“Then don’t stop,” I answered, my voice broken. “Fuck me hard.”
He didn’t stop. He fucked me in the shower, in the bed, on a dining-room table, and on a lounge chair beside the pool. He filled me with his cum several times and still came back for me, as though the weekend had to be exhausted inside my body. I ended up tender, tired, and indecently happy.
Bruno arrived Monday afternoon and found us at the table, with Darío still inside me from behind. My husband watched, unzipped himself, and masturbated beside us. When he was about to come, he took my face and filled my mouth. I swallowed without taking my eyes off him while Darío kept pushing slowly, enjoying the scene.
Esteban said goodbye first, with a wet kiss and a promise to return whenever we invited him. Then there were the three of us. Bruno gave Darío the keys to my restraints so he could release me. They helped me get dressed, although in the back seat of the car I came on Darío again, slowly riding him for almost the entire drive. When we reached his building, I knelt one last time, made him come in my mouth, and gave him a long kiss.
“Happy birthday,” I repeated.
“The best of my life,” he said.
***
I spent several days not wanting sex. Not because I regretted anything, but because my body was tired and sensitive. Bruno didn’t insist. He simply held me in bed with that calm of his, as if he knew that sooner or later the memory of the weekend would heat me up again.
The gift arrived on Thursday: a large plug with a jewel at the base and a collar bearing the same stone. The note was from Darío. It said he wanted to be part of our adventures and that, from then on, he would like to know that I was ready for him. Bruno read the message with me and raised an eyebrow.
“Anal week is in two weeks,” he reminded me. “Do you want to include him?”
I looked at the plug, the collar, and the phone where Darío had just written to us. I thought about the country house, the table, the way he had held my waist, the way he had opened me throughout the weekend. I felt a slow heat between my legs.
“Yes,” I said. “With that cock, of course I do.”
We sent him the rules that same night. An entire week devoted to anal sex, with toys, plugs, remotely controlled vibrators, and the obligation to use plenty of lube. Darío replied quickly: he was expecting us at his country house, far from everyone, where he could make me scream without anyone asking questions.
Now I’m at the office with a vibrating plug inside me and a tight bodysuit beneath my clothes. Bruno and Darío have control from their phones. A few minutes ago they wrote in the group chat: “Are you in a meeting?” I told them no. The next reply was simple: “Put something in your mouth. You’re going to need it.”
The plug began vibrating harder before I could get up from my chair. I had to bite my hand to keep from moaning. And as I walk toward the bathroom, my legs trembling and my phone screen lit up, I know this story is only just beginning.