The Night I Challenged a Stranger and Nearly Lost
My husband and I had been dipping our toes into the swinging scene for a couple of years, taking our time, choosing who and when. That night at the club, we weren’t looking for anything in particular: good music, a few drinks, and conversation. But around midnight, a couple sat down at our table that was impossible to ignore.
Her name was Noelia, or at least that’s how she introduced herself. She was a real redhead, one of those that don’t come from a bottle, very tall and so thin she looked like the wind might carry her off. He was Bruno, shorter than her, athletic, well dressed, handsome, and with very dark skin, matte, without a single shine, as if it had been polished. Together they made a strange contrast that drew everyone’s eyes in the room.
We talked and danced with them for hours. Honestly, neither of them did anything for me. They were nice, they were striking, but they didn’t make me fantasize. My husband, on the other hand, became obsessed with Noelia from the first minute.
—That skinny bitch has to have a pussy from another planet —he whispered in my ear, laughing—. Look at those legs, imagine how tight she must be.
To me the poor woman was even a little dull, but she wasn’t ugly, and my husband was being unbearable. He insisted so much that I ended up going over to her to test the waters. By one in the morning we were already kissing at the table, first her and me, our tongues playing slowly, then Bruno joined in, slipping his hand under my skirt, and after a while my husband had his mouth pressed to Noelia’s neck. It didn’t take long before the four of us were bundling up to leave for a hotel two blocks from the club.
***
We didn’t leave drunk, just pleasantly buzzed. We got to the room, poured ourselves a few drinks, and started undressing between kisses, with the idea of getting into the jacuzzi. Noelia was milk-white, with small breasts, slim but toned legs, not much ass but well-shaped. What we weren’t expecting was the rest. When she took off her underwear, my husband and I stared at her with a mixture of surprise and shamelessness that she noticed right away. Her pussy was completely shaved, the inner lips swollen and protruding, the opening visibly wider than normal, as if something had stretched it too much.
—I’m like this because of him —she said, laughing and pointing at Bruno—. Look at the culprit.
We both turned at the same time toward the guy, who was just pulling down his pants. Dear readers, I don’t know how to describe this without sounding like I’m exaggerating. Even soft, that man had a cock hanging there that didn’t seem of this world, a thick, dark, veiny dick with a head like a fist, much bigger than anything my husband had ever had at his best. We were speechless.
I laughed nervously. My husband, meanwhile, threw up his hands and said out loud:
—If you want, I can get dressed, because nobody here is going to want mine next to that. —And the four of us laughed.
That introduction to each other’s private parts broke the ice in the best possible way. We got into the jacuzzi and, amid laughter and conversation, hands started wandering under the foam. The three of them touched my tits, pinched my nipples, stroked between my legs, slid fingers inside me, and we kissed without any order. Noelia sucked one of my breasts while Bruno opened my pussy with two fingers and my husband bit my neck. I tried to fit Bruno’s cock in one hand and couldn’t even close it. I grabbed it under the water, felt it grow and harden in my fist, thick, hot, pulsing. This doesn’t fit anywhere, I thought, and the mere idea sent a shiver of fear through my stomach and a new wetness between my thighs.
At some point he stood up, dripping water, and offered me his dick at mouth level. I started slowly, licking the huge tip, running my tongue along the length of it, kissing every vein, opening my mouth as wide as I could until my jaw hurt. I took him with both hands, one behind the other, from the base, and what was left still brushed my throat. I spat on the head so it would slide better, sucked hard, stuck my tongue out to lick his heavy balls hanging underneath. Every time I tried to take him all the way in, I gagged and retched, but he looked down at me with a calm smile and stroked my hair as if I were being rewarded. My husband, meanwhile, had stayed with Noelia at the edge of the jacuzzi, doing his own thing: he had her seated with her legs open and was eating her pussy hungrily while she squeezed his head and moaned softly.
***
Bruno took me to the bed. He laid me on my back, with my head hanging off the mattress, and he put it in my mouth again from that angle. I’m going to try to tell what I lived through, even though it’s hard for me.
From that angle my throat opened in a straight line and he knew it. He pushed slowly the first time, and I felt the thick head forcing the back of my mouth, working its way into my throat. He settled in centimeter by centimeter, with his balls smacking against my face, until I felt him cutting off my air. I was choking. I cried without meaning to, tried to scream and nothing came out, tears slid down the sides of my face into my hair, and I let out thick, slobbery spit that I no longer knew whether it was saliva or something worse, hanging from my mouth in strings. It was horrible and exciting at the same time, too intense for my mind. The guy kept grinding into me with a calm cruelty, suddenly changing the rhythm: he would stay buried all the way in for five, six seconds, pull it all the way out so I could catch my breath twice, and then slam it back down to the base in one brutal thrust, because he knew perfectly well what he had between his legs and what he could do with it. Each thrust made me leak more saliva, more tears, more snot. My pussy was soaking wet without anyone even touching me.
In the background I could hear moans and slaps coming from the jacuzzi. I managed to turn my face for a second between thrusts: my husband had Noelia on all fours on the edge, fucking her hard, spanking her with dry, cracking slaps, and she was begging for more with a broken voice. I, meanwhile, was slamming my hands into Bruno’s hard thighs, lifting my legs to push him, digging my nails into his hips, because he was really destroying my throat. It did nothing. The man enjoyed every one of my attempts to get away, laughed under his breath and shoved it in even harder, as if my frantic swatting only made his cock harder.
My husband and Noelia came over to the bed, wet, hot. Between the two of them they held my legs so I’d stop kicking. She settled in and started licking my pussy with a flat, long tongue, sucking my clit, slipping two fingers inside me, and he spread my legs by the knees. They whispered in my ear to hold on, that I looked beautiful like that, wrecked, with my mouth full and my cunt dripping. My husband fucked me in one go, all the way to the bottom, and started moving fast, shaking the whole bed, but I barely registered him anymore. I could feel his cock going in and out, yes, but it was a distant sensation. All my attention was on surviving the monstrous dick pounding my throat.
They moved around each other, changed places, put hands everywhere. Noelia climbed on top of me and rubbed her soaked pussy against my husband’s mouth while leaning down to suck Bruno’s balls. I didn’t see anything, only heard and guessed from the movement of the mattress, from the moans, from the smell of sex filling the room. Every time I could, I hit Bruno, and every hit seemed to make him want it more. He held my head with both hands and started fucking my throat at a steady pace, without stopping, as if it were just another cunt. Until I gave in. I let every muscle go limp, opened my mouth all the way, relaxed my jaw, my tongue, my throat, and surrendered to a kind of calm death, convinced there was no way out. I think I left this world for a few minutes, I don’t know if I was fainted or in a trance, barely feeling that cock going in and out of me nonstop.
I came back when I felt something hot and thick dripping between my legs. I assumed it was my husband finishing inside me. Bruno was still going, harder now, and from the way his thighs tightened and the way he pushed deeper I understood that he was about to finish too. While Noelia took care of what her husband had left in my belly, licking my pussy to suck up the semen leaking out in strings, Bruno had a few deep spasms, growled low, and came straight down my throat, without me even being able to taste anything. I felt the thick, hot spurts, one after another, running down my throat into my stomach. It all came at once, along with the saliva and everything else I had stored in my mouth. When he finally pulled his cock out, a long strand of cum and spit hung from my lips to my forehead.
***
They all got up and I lay there for a few seconds, dizzy, my pussy full of my husband’s semen, my throat burning and my mouth flooded. Noelia, very attentive, took me to the bathroom. I washed my face and, when I looked in the mirror, I was red, with dry, swollen lips, mascara running in two black rivers, white traces on my chin. I felt nauseous and vomited a thick mixture of semen, saliva, and drink. She held my hair, got me under the shower, and little by little I came back to my body. I combed my hair, breathed deeply, and tried to walk out as if nothing had happened. But when I saw Bruno, I felt an anger I hadn’t expected.
—Your boyfriend’s a savage —I told Noelia.
—This is what I suffer every day —she replied, laughing—. But he’s not bad. He’s just obscene, that’s all.
He was laughing, and that made me even angrier.
—What a shame you saw me like this —I said—. I look like a beginner.
—Not at all —she said—. It’s not the first time we’ve lived something like this. Besides, your husband is charming, and he fucks very well.
—Please —I blurted out, laughing too now—. My husband is nobody next to that animal’s dick.
The four of us laughed. I don’t know what came over me, but I lost control: I went over to Bruno and hit him a few times on the chest, crying with rage, until the rage turned into laughter. He hugged me with a tenderness that didn’t fit what he had just done to me, and I calmed down. We sat down for a drink and the tension eased.
Noelia said Bruno’s cock was almost thirty centimeters long, that it always hurt her even though she was used to it, that she could no longer close her pussy properly after so many years, and that the intensity I had just experienced he never did that to her, because she had already suffered enough. That was why, when he was with another woman, he took the chance to rest.
My husband, curious, asked about anal sex.
—No, no, no —she said—. Once, and never again. —She looked at me seriously—. Seriously, don’t try it. It wrecks your ass. I bled for three days.
I saw the look on my husband’s face. It had turned him on, though he didn’t say anything.
***
Look. I had come from losing a battle. I had been the star of a humiliating defeat, dominated by a stranger to the point of fainting and vomiting just from a blow job. Nobody blamed me for anything, but inside I felt like a loser. I took a breath, acted tough, and said what I shouldn’t have:
—My ass can take that dick. I lost one battle, but I’m not going to lose the war.
My husband locked eyes with me. There was a long silence. Bruno, laughing, threw down the challenge:
—If you don’t want to, no problem. But if you let me put it in your ass, I’m warning you: I’m not pulling out until I finish inside.
—I already told you my ass can take it —I answered—. But let me get ready. You only put it in when I tell you.
It was madness and I knew it. I didn’t understand why I was doing it or how it would end, but I felt I had to do it. I invited my husband and Noelia to the bed, planning to signal Bruno when I was ready. I wasn’t a beginner either: I knew my body and I’d been through enough. It’s just another dick like any other, I lied to myself.
We started the three of us with oral sex, in several positions. We made ourselves into a chain: I sucked my husband’s cock while Noelia ate my pussy from behind. Then we switched, and I returned the favor to Noelia, burying my tongue between those inner lips that stuck out, sucking her small hard clit while she moaned and arched her back. My husband took care of both of us, sucking her tits and slipping two fingers into my pussy so I would stretch a little at a time. At one point, sitting on him facing him, with his cock buried all the way inside me, I asked Noelia to help me from behind. She pulled my ass cheeks apart with both hands, spit on the hole, and started licking my ass with her pointed tongue, getting me completely wet. First one finger, then two, three, four, going in and out with plenty of lube, twisting, opening me like a tunnel. I was riding my husband faster and faster, with Noelia burying four fingers in my ass up to the knuckles, and I felt myself being opened on both sides. I came in one long, shuddering orgasm, screaming, clenching everything, just as my husband finished inside me with two deep thrusts. I asked them both to pull out.
I got on all fours, looking at Bruno, who was sitting in front of me with his enormous erect dick, hard as iron, the head purple, waiting. I nodded at him: it was time.
He put on the condom, which fit him tightly, then coated it in lube until it was dripping, put plenty on my opened hole too, and got behind me. I felt the thick tip settle against my ass opening, felt him push with a softness I didn’t know he had, until only the head was inside, stretching my entrance like I had never felt it stretched before. Just that already felt like impossible pressure, as if a fist were being shoved into me. I took a deep breath, gripping the sheets.
And then, with no mercy at all, he shoved with all his strength until he buried it all the way in me.
I screamed in a way that didn’t come from my throat but from much deeper inside, from my gut. I fell forward, facedown, and he came down with me, all his weight on top of me and his dick driven all the way in, so deep I could feel the head pressing against something that should not have been there. He started moving, pulling almost all the way out and burying it back in with a jerk, and I screamed with every entry and every withdrawal. I felt my ass opening and closing around that thick cock, with a burn that climbed up my whole back. It was pain you can’t control, pain that made me cry and howl at the same time. I strained to get him out, arched my back to escape, struck blindly backward, pounded the mattress with my fists, and he just kept going, gripping my hips with both hands, never easing up.
It wasn’t pain anymore. It was torture. Every thrust shot up into the bottom of my belly, stole my breath. I yelled for him to stop, to please stop, that I didn’t want it anymore.
—Take it out! Take it out! I lost, I lost, please take it out! —I was crying for real, my face smashed into the pillow.
The guy kept going. He even sped up, growling, his thighs slapping against my ass. Until my husband put a hand on his shoulder and said, with a firm but calm voice:
—Leave her.
Bruno withdrew slowly, and I felt every centimeter of that dick leaving me, leaving my ass burning, open, throbbing. He stood in front of me, while I was still lying facedown, crying like a little girl, rested one hand on my head with a strange tenderness, and apologized. I stayed like that for a while, the pain pulsing between my cheeks, but calmer now. Instead of tense, the mood loosened. The four of us kept talking, with no reproaches, no criticism, in a good vibe, as if nothing had just happened.
Before leaving I went to wash up and realized he had really hurt me. There was a stain of blood on the toilet paper when I wiped, my opening was swollen, and sitting down burned. Inside, I was furious with myself. Furious for trying to pretend I could handle something I couldn’t, for not pulling it off, for the embarrassment, and because in the end the man had done exactly what they had warned me he would do. The only thing I was grateful for, while looking at myself in the mirror of that bathroom, was having been with my husband. If I had stayed alone with Bruno in that room, with that cock and that calm cruelty, I don’t even want to think how it would have ended.