The Night My Husband Handed Me Over to Another Man

The message arrived after midnight, and I read it three times before daring to breathe. Adrián wasn’t asking me anything. He was giving me instructions, one after another, with that calm that men have when they know exactly what they want. “Tonight your husband clears the path for you —he wrote—. I want you to arrive at the hotel ready, with fishnet stockings on and the ring tied around your neck. When I see you, you’ll be mine for hours.”

I’d been talking to him for weeks. It started as a game, an anonymous chat where I confessed in a low voice the only fantasy I had never said out loud: that two men would fuck me at once, that one would open my ass while the other filled my cunt, that they would use me however they pleased. And now that game had an address, a time, and a list of things I had to do.

I can’t believe I’m going to do it.

I got out of bed with my panties already wet and went to find Bruno, my husband, who was watching television in the living room with his feet on the table. I held the phone up in front of his face without saying a word. He read it slowly. I felt his jaw tighten and, without meaning to, the outline of his cock showed beneath his tracksuit pants.

—And you want this? —he asked at last, putting the remote aside.

—I want another man to fuck me while you watch —I answered, looking him in the eyes—. I’ve wanted it for longer than you can imagine.

Bruno looked me up and down as if seeing me for the first time. Then he took my wrist and dragged me to the bedroom without another word.

***

That night my husband decided the preparation would start immediately. He tore my nightie off against the wall, turned me toward the mattress, and yanked my panties down in one pull. I felt his fingers sink into my cunt in one stroke, two, three, moving inside with that restrained rage that came from knowing he was handing me over to someone else. He licked the back of my neck while he opened me with his fingers, and I pushed my ass back like a bitch.

—You’re soaking, fuck —he muttered—. It’s dripping down your thighs already.

He pulled his fingers out, shoved his pants down, and sank into me with an urgency I hadn’t known from him since the first months. His cock went all the way in on the first thrust and tore a rough moan from me. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and started fucking me against the mattress with long, brutal thrusts that made the bed creak.

—Ask me for it —he growled—. Ask me to fuck you harder, slut.

—Harder, Bruno, don’t stop, give me all your cock, deeper —I begged, biting the sheet.

He gave it to me. He drove my pubis against my ass until my knees buckled; with one hand he squeezed a breast and with the other he slapped my thigh until it turned red. The head of his cock brushed a spot I hadn’t found in a long time, and I felt the orgasm rising from the soles of my feet. I came screaming, my cunt clamping around his cock in spasms, and he held himself inside to feel me.

—So I have to get you ready for someone else —he murmured against my neck, still hard inside me—. It’ll be a pleasure to open you first. Tonight I’m going to leave your ass ready so that son of a bitch can wreck it.

He pulled out, turned me around, and forced me to kneel. He shoved his cock into my mouth without hesitation, slick with my own juices, and made me take it to the throat. I gripped his thighs and endured the gagging, tears in my eyes, while he fucked my face looking down at me. When he was close, he pulled out, squeezed my cheeks, and came in hot spurts over my tongue and tits, thick warm cum that I swallowed without looking away.

I went to get the biggest plug we had in the drawer and showed it to him beside Adrián’s message. Bruno smiled crookedly, helped me position it patiently with lube, pressing the tip against my asshole and turning it slowly until the ring closed around the base. He left me like that for the rest of the night, feeling his constant presence every time I crossed the house, and every time I passed him he squeezed my ass to remind me it was still inside.

—Tomorrow we’re going to buy what’s missing —he said before sleeping—. And we’re going to do it right.

***

The next day we went together to a sex shop in the center of Seville. I walked with the plug still inside me, aware of it with every movement, my face burning every time an employee asked if I needed help. We bought cotton ropes, a pair of gags, a black latex suit that fit like a second skin, and a blindfold that let no light through.

On the way to the hotel we barely spoke. Bruno drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh, slowly moving upward until he slipped two fingers under my panties, fucking me right there in the car while I bit my lips and watched the traffic lights pass.

At reception they told us a package had arrived in our name. We took it upstairs unopened. As soon as we closed the room door, my husband shoved me against the wall, ripped off my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and yanked the plug out in one jerk that made me scream. He dropped to his knees and ate my pussy standing up, tongue deep inside, sucking my clit and biting my labia until I shook. I came in his mouth holding on to his hair, my legs spread wide open. Then he slid three fingers into me and made me come again with his palm striking my mound. He put the plug back in with my cunt dripping and opened the box.

Inside was a steel anal hook, larger than I expected, with a polished ball at the end.

—That’s not going to fit —I said, looking at it with a mix of fear and desire.

—For tonight it will —Bruno replied—. I’ll get you ready. When that guy puts his cock in your ass, you’ll be so open it won’t even hurt.

***

He worked with me for hours, taking his time. He laid me face down, filled my ass with lube, and started with one finger, then two, then three, scissoring them inside me while with his other hand he rubbed my clit. He alternated his fingers with the plug and with his own cock, going in and out slowly, stretching me millimeter by millimeter. He spoke softly to me so I’d relax, his mouth pressed to my ear, while his cock opened me from behind with maddening slowness. He fucked my ass three times that night, with long pauses, pulling it out wet to slide it back in to the base, until I felt my asshole open like a hungry mouth.

At five in the morning I got up, washed myself carefully, and went back to the room wearing long stockings and a tiny thong I knew he liked. My husband greeted me with his eyes on fire and his cock hard again, pointing at me. He took me all over the room, against the wardrobe, over the dresser, with my tits crushed against the marble and my stockings bunched up to my thighs. He mounted me from behind, pushed my thong aside, and fucked me first through the cunt, then through the ass, alternating, until he came inside me for the second time.

When he finally pulled away, I felt something cold brush the entrance to my ass.

—Breathe and relax —he ordered.

The ball of the hook went in millimeter by millimeter, with plenty of lube. It was big, uncomfortable, foreign. Bruno pushed it in and pulled it out several times, waiting for my body to give, until at last he inserted it all the way and clipped the rod to a collar he fastened around my neck. The position forced me to keep my back straight. Any movement reminded me of it.

He took a photo and sent it. Almost instantly Adrián replied: “So nice and open. That’s how I want it.”

—You’re missing part of your routine —my husband said, amused—. Your yoga. I want to see you do your poses with that in.

He’s insane. And I’m even worse, because I’m going to do what he says.

Just then someone knocked on the door. Bruno opened it. It was Adrián.

—I sent him the location —my husband confessed when he saw my face—. He doesn’t get you until eight. But we want to see you first.

***

I spread the mat on the floor and started stretching in front of the two of them. Every bend shifted the ball inside me, and every movement tore a sigh from me that I tried to hide. Adrián watched me in silence, sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and the bulge of his cock visible beneath his jeans.

When I opened my legs in the last pose, he came closer. He pushed the hook a little deeper and turned it in circles slowly, studying my reaction. I felt something I had never felt before, pain and pleasure in the same spot, impossible to separate. With his other hand he moved my thong aside and started touching my clit with two wet fingers, drawing quick circles without stopping the motion of the metal inside. He bent down and licked my pussy right there, with the hook pulling me from the neck, while he talked dirty to me.

—Look at you leaking, slut. This is all for me. This cunt is mine tonight, and so is this ass.

The orgasm hit me from a place I didn’t even know existed. I convulsed all over the mat, mouth open and voiceless, while he kept licking me until I pushed his head away because I couldn’t take any more.

—Did you like it? —he asked, adjusting the hook back onto my collar.

—Yes —I answered, breathless.

He tied my hands behind my back with a rope he carried in his pocket and dragged me against a piece of furniture. He took out a vibrator that he strapped between my legs with a band, pressing it against my clit, and then pulled out his cock. It was thick, thicker than Bruno’s, the tip already shining. He grabbed my hair and shoved it into my mouth in one go, all the way to the throat. He fucked my face without mercy while the vibrator made me come over and over, successive contractions that made me choke on his cock.

—Swallow every last drop —he warned when he felt he was close.

He came in my mouth in hot spurts that filled my tongue, my palate, my throat. I swallowed everything without pulling away, tears in my eyes and my lips smeared, while he held my head so I wouldn’t lose a single drop.

—See you in forty minutes —he said, picking up his jacket—. Be on time.

And he left.

***

Bruno took the hook off me to make sure I was all right. I was. He put something softer in for the trip, helped me with the fishnets, and put the hook back on before covering me with a long coat. We got into the car and headed to the other address, the one from the original message.

Before ringing the bell, he tied my wrists and blindfolded me. I heard the door, felt my coat being removed, and some lips found mine. I was pushed against the wall and my arms were raised above my head, secured to something metallic. Hands —I didn’t know whose— ripped off my thong and spread my legs. They took the hook away and, in its place, I felt the slow advance of a machine working its way into me. When it was deep, it began to move on its own, with a mechanical, merciless rhythm that filled my cunt to the base again and again. I moaned. They put a ball gag in my mouth and the machine’s rhythm quickened. I came hanging from my wrists, my legs shaking, and still the machine kept going, giving me a second orgasm after the first.

When they finally uncovered my eyes, I understood where I was. A room equipped from top to bottom: benches, harnesses, chains, several machines I had never even seen in photos, fuck benches with straps, a ring suspended from the ceiling. Bruno was off to one side, watching me, his cock outlined under his pants.

—Do you want to go on? —he asked, coming over to make sure.

—You know what I like and what I don’t —I replied—. I trust you. Take care of me, and if I can’t take any more, I’ll tell you.

—All right —he answered, and gave me a kiss on the forehead that was worth more than any contract.

***

Adrián appeared and motioned for me to follow him. He tied me face down on a long exam table, with my legs apart in bars and my ass raised. He placed a vibrator against my clit and a machine against my cunt, and he drove into me from behind with force, shoving his cock into my ass to the base in one thrust. I screamed into the table. He started fucking me with dry, deep thrusts, gripping my hips, while the machine hammered my cunt from below. I was penetrated from both ends, filled on both sides, with the vibrator sucking at my clit.

—That’s how I wanted you, with both holes full —he panted against my back—. Clamp down on that ass, slut.

He took me to the edge and left me there, suspended, not allowing me to fall. Every time I was about to come, he switched off the vibrator and slowed his thrusts, and I cried in rage against the table, moving my ass back to find him. When he felt I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, replaced his body with the hook again, and let me rest for a few seconds that felt like years.

He untied me from the table and, for the first time all night, I was the one who took the initiative. I shoved him against the wall, pulled down his pants, and ate his cock kneeling, tasting my own ass on his shaft, sucking him all the way with both hands on his thighs. When I had him rock hard, I climbed on top of him and set my own rhythm, first against the wall, bouncing my cunt on his cock, then on the floor, riding him with my hands braced on his chest, then on one of the benches, moving my hips in circles until I felt another long, dull orgasm rising and leaving me drained. Then I asked him to wait.

I put on the latex suit we had bought, a tight suit with openings at the cunt, ass, and nipples, and went to meet him transformed into someone else.

—You asked me for roleplay —I said, looking him over—. Here I am. What do you want to do to me?

He tied me to a chair with my legs open, secured to the armrests, and attached a machine behind me that penetrated me in the ass, and another in front that filled my cunt. Two mechanical cocks moving at different rhythms, with my nipples pinched by clamps that he tugged on from time to time. I don’t know how long it ran. I lost count of the orgasms. At some point I reached my real limit, made the signal we had agreed on, and my husband appeared instantly. He stopped the machines, pulled the dildos out slowly, removed the clamps and the ropes, and helped me down from the chair. He held me and let me breathe against his chest.

—Fuck me yourself, fuck me between the two of you —I begged Adrián when I caught my breath—. But no more machines. This time I want you. Both of you inside me at once.

***

I looked at the wall clock: after ten. They had more than delivered on their hours. Bruno hugged me from behind, brushed my hair away from my face, and kissed my temple.

—Shall we go? —he murmured.

Instead of answering, I slipped my hand into his pants, grabbed his cock, and brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking them as if they were his cock. I gestured to Adrián to come closer and did the same with him, pulling him out and tasting the tip with my tongue. I wanted to finish on my own terms, marking the end of the night myself.

I asked my husband to take the rope and tie me to a bench, on all fours, knees apart and ass held high, just like in that video Adrián kept mentioning in his messages. He did it slowly, securing every knot, while the other man positioned himself behind me and licked my cunt and ass in turn, getting me ready. Bruno stood in front and put his cock in my mouth. Adrián drove into me from behind in the cunt, with Bruno fucking my throat at the same rhythm. A double see-saw, my body pushed from one to the other, feeling them hard at both ends.

Then they switched. Bruno lay beneath me, on his back, and I rode his cock through the cunt while Adrián sank into my ass from behind. Both of them inside at once, just as I had asked. At first they opened me carefully, waiting for me to get used to it, but I pushed my hips down so they would go all the way in and let out a long moan when I felt the two cocks brushing through the thin wall of flesh separating them. They began moving out of sync, one going in while the other came out, filling me without rest.

—Fuck me harder, more, don’t stop, I want both of you inside me, come inside me both of you —I begged them, voice breaking.

The orgasm tore through me from my belly to the crown of my head, a long spasm that made me scream against Bruno’s shoulder. They kept going, stretching the climax, until I felt Adrián come inside my ass with a roar, hot spurts filling me from within, and Bruno seconds later in my cunt, clinging to my hips. I stayed still between the two of them, semen from both of them running down my thighs, shaking.

Adrián kept playing with my senses until the end, tying me up in a dozen ways, suspending me from the ceiling ring with my legs apart, lowering me to the floor to lick my cunt again with cum dripping, until I no longer knew where my body ended and pleasure began.

When it was all over, I lay between them, exhausted, empty, and strangely whole. Bruno untied me with the same care with which he had bound me, cleaned me with a warm towel, wrapped me in a blanket, and held me until I stopped shaking.

I said goodbye to that night in Seville with my body battered, my cunt and ass aching, and the certainty that I had finally reached the bottom of my own fantasy. I regret nothing. I found my limits, and I discovered that my husband was the only one who could accompany me to them without letting go of my hand.