The Friend Carolina Brought Changed Everything at Home

The whole thing started a few days after the threesome my wife had with Carolina and Fernando. Mariana showed me her phone with a strange smile, a mix of shyness and brazen confidence. Carolina had sent her, by message, a photo of a twenty-two-year-old guy, the famous friend she’d mentioned so many times.

—Look what I got —she said, turning the screen toward me.

The kid was a knockout. Average height, smooth-skinned, a toned build without being over the top, fine features with big eyes. The photo came with a write-up Carolina had put together like a classified ad: versatile bisexual, obedient, did whatever he was told. Fernando had already fucked him several times and Carolina loved watching them.

—We’d agreed she was going to introduce him to me. And look at him. I want him here.

—You want to bring him into the mix —I said, trying to make it sound like a question.

—I do. I’ve never fucked a bisexual guy.

If only you knew, I thought, and kept quiet.

There are things a man learns to hide. With my ex, Romina, I hadn’t hidden them enough and I lost her. Since then I’d promised myself I’d bury that side of me and never dig it up again. But the idea of having that boy in my house, with two women playing around him, stirred something in my gut that I didn’t want to name.

—Does it bother you? —Mariana asked.

—No, baby. Enjoy yourself.

I lied halfway. The part I enjoyed wasn’t the one she imagined.

***

On Saturday at noon the three of them arrived. Mariana was in the shower when the doorbell rang. I let them into the living room and served them something cold while we waited. Carolina, who took charge in any gathering, asked me to tell Mariana to come down with just the towel wrapped around her.

—If she gets dressed, she’ll be dressed for two minutes —she said, laughing.

I went upstairs, passed along the message, and came back down to the living room. Mariana showed up a little later, wrapped in a white towel, her hair still damp, her cheeks slightly flushed. The three of them were sitting on the long sofa. Joaquín, the boy, in the middle. Mariana froze in the doorway as if she’d forgotten how to walk in.

—Come here, baby. Stand right in front of us —Carolina guided her—. Take off the towel. Let Joaquín get a good look at you. Touch yourself, show him your nipples.

Mariana obeyed. Slowly, as if she were still learning the game. She let the fabric fall and stroked her breasts with the tips of her fingers. I’d known her for years and had never seen her so hesitant. The boy couldn’t take his eyes off her either.

—Joaquín, stand up —Carolina ordered—. Show her what we brought her.

Joaquín got to his feet, gave Mariana his spot between Carolina and Fernando, and pulled down his pants. He had nothing on underneath. What appeared was exactly what the photo had promised and then some: a cock curved downward, completely shaved, still somewhere between rest and attention. Mariana’s eyes went wide. So did mine, and I tried to hide it. Carolina, who never missed a thing, caught my expression and smiled to herself.

—Touch your pussy, baby —she told Mariana—. Show us how you get yourself off looking at what I brought you.

Mariana closed her eyes and let her hand drift down. The two on the couch were fondling her tits, one hand each. She began breathing deeply and biting her lower lip, that expression that always means the same thing on her. Joaquín, standing a yard away, was stroking his cock, which was already fully hard.

—Come closer, girl —Carolina went on—. Get down on your knees. That cock is for you. Suck it all the way.

Mariana knelt in front of the boy and took him into her mouth with the eagerness of someone who’d been thinking about that moment for days. Carolina settled beside her, slid a hand between her legs, rubbed her clit with one finger and, with the other, slowly worked a finger into her ass. Mariana moaned with the cock inside her mouth, her breathing broken.

—Please, somebody fuck me —she said when she let out a little breath—. I can’t take it anymore.

Carolina pretended not to hear her. She backed off just when Mariana was about to come and left her hanging by a thread. She was driving her crazy on purpose.

Fernando got up from the sofa and stood behind Joaquín. He ran his hands over his chest, pinched his nipples, and pressed himself against him. Joaquín, still with my wife’s cock in his mouth, started moaning. I kept sitting at the far end of the living room like a paying spectator. I saw Fernando fit the head of his cock against the boy’s ass, saw the kid let out a small cry, and saw him fuck him standing up, with not much preliminaries. Joaquín was used to it.

Mariana, without taking the cock out of her mouth, watched the scene with the two men wearing a new expression. Something had lit up in her. Carolina whispered something in her ear and right away Mariana lifted her hand and called me over.

—Baby, come here. Don’t just stand there alone, help me.

I went over. The whole situation was insane and everyone knew it: the two women groping each other, one guy fucking another standing up, and me trying not to show how badly I wanted to touch the boy.

—Suck it with me, babe. Both of us at the same time. Do it for me.

I couldn’t come up with a convincing refusal. I knelt next to Mariana and started with his balls, shyly, barely licking, trying to keep up the act of a beginner. Joaquín smelled clean, soap and fresh sweat. Smooth skin, muscles defined without aggression, genitals completely shaved. A young god. I ran my tongue along the base while Mariana kept sucking him up top.

—Squeeze one of my nipples, baby —my wife asked between gasps—. And kiss his cock. I want to see you.

I kissed his cock, slowly, just below where Mariana had her mouth. Carolina, without taking her finger out of my wife’s ass, let out a low, triumphant laugh. She knew exactly what was happening.

***

We moved to the bedroom. Carolina lay down in the middle of the bed with her legs open and pushed my head between her thighs. It was the first time I touched her. Her skin was hot and tasted of salt and cream. She grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and made it very clear she didn’t want me leaving there anytime soon.

Next to us, Joaquín lay on his back and Mariana climbed on top of him. She lined up the boy’s cock between her wet lips and lowered herself until she felt his balls against her ass. A long moan escaped her. Joaquín grabbed her tits and dug his thumbs into her nipples. Fernando, standing at the foot of the bed, watched the scene and chose: my wife’s ass or mine.

—Open that ass wide, girl —he told Mariana, and shoved his cock into her ass with a clean, precise motion. She’d had that cock in the same place the week before, so it wasn’t hard for her.

While he was fucking her, Fernando stretched one free hand toward me and started groping my ass. Mariana turned her head, saw me, smiled at me. The same smile of satisfaction I knew so well when she caught me doing something forbidden. I didn’t lift my face from Carolina’s pussy. I didn’t lift my ass either.

—I love seeing you enjoy yourself, babe —Mariana said, almost in another language she was so turned on—. I want to see you with a man.

From there on, anything could happen. Fernando took the phrase as permission. He pulled his cock out of my wife’s ass, changed condoms, and positioned himself behind me. He spread my cheeks with both hands and started licking. Feeling a tongue there had always been my weak spot. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned into Carolina’s thighs without being able to stop myself.

—Give it to him, Fernando —Carolina said, watching from above—. Can’t you see he’s asking for it?

Fernando looked at Mariana, not at me. He asked her permission with his eyes. Mariana, still riding Joaquín, nodded.

—Fuck him. I want to see him come.

I closed my eyes. I felt the cock press against my ass, force its way in slowly, opening me up. I put on a little theater, pretended to resist more than I really did, let out a moan that sounded like a first time. I didn’t want Mariana to suspect I’d already walked this road before. Fernando pushed into me all the way with patience. Once inside, he started moving slowly, with a rhythm I knew well.

Beside us, Joaquín was calling my wife baby and she was melting. I heard him come inside Mariana with a muffled cry. She stroked his head like she’d known him her whole life.

—See, baby? —she told me, turning her face toward mine, eyes shining—. They’re fucking both of us at the same time. This is a dream.

Fernando came out of me, changed condoms again and settled over Mariana. He fixed her with a look like he was about to devour her.

—Now it’s your turn. I want to taste that pussy with the cock I fucked your husband with.

Mariana licked her lips.

—Come on, Fernando. Give it to me.

He fucked her hard, without stopping, until she came with a long scream. Carolina guided her onto all fours, ran a finger over her asshole and announced that she was going to stretch her with a dildo before letting Joaquín, brought back to life by Carolina’s hands and mouth, tear her ass open. She made me kneel so I could get the boy hard again. I did it with a fake embarrassment nobody was buying anymore.

When Joaquín was ready, he slid into Mariana from behind with the same calm he’d had when he let Fernando penetrate him. Carolina, meanwhile, held a small vibrator against her clit. Mariana went into a string of back-to-back orgasms she couldn’t stop. I’d never seen her come like that.

When they stopped, she was left lying face down, panting, grateful, and exhausted. They’d left me halfway there. I didn’t complain. More than enough disorder for one afternoon.

***

We ate some sandwiches they’d brought. We talked about random things, with that strange naturalness that comes afterward. The three of them left before midnight.

The next morning we talked about it in bed, disheveled, with light coming in through the window.

—I don’t want this to change anything —I told her.

—It doesn’t change anything —Mariana replied without hesitation—. I loved seeing you enjoy yourself. It’s not fair that I’m the only one who gets to have fun.

I stroked her hair. I didn’t tell her about Romina, or the years of hiding. Someday, maybe.

—Carolina suggested something for next Saturday —she added casually.

—What?

—A gangbang. For her and for me. Eight, ten guys. She wants you to go too.

I stared at the ceiling for a long while. I suspected this story was far from over.