The Price I Paid for My Wife’s Fantasy

My wife is called Camila and I’m Damián. We’ve been married for almost seven years and we never lacked desire. In bed, the two of us are equally kinky, and that coincidence led us to keep pushing the limits one by one, without much of a plan.

From the start Camila told me she loved my ass. That it was firm, round, «like a gym guy’s even though you’ve never set foot in one». At first she was content just squeezing it or giving it a slap when she rode me. Then she wanted more. One night, while she was sucking my cock, she left my balls aside and brought her tongue down to my perineum. I spread my legs by instinct, without thinking.

When the tip of her tongue touched my asshole, I jerked. It was a current that ran through my whole body. My cock got harder than it had ever been and a moan slipped out of me that I didn’t even recognize as mine. I didn’t stop her. She kept playing down there until I came all over her without her even touching the rest of me.

From that night on, ass-fucking became a regular part of the routine. Weeks later she slipped a finger into me. I clenched my ass by reflex and felt something strange, neither pleasure nor pain, until she hit an internal spot that made me arch. It was my prostate. I came like an animal. After that came dildos, balls, and finally a harness. We agreed to buy a small one, about twelve centimeters, just enough to reach what interested me without hurting me. The first time Camila rammed me with it, I felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. She was fascinated by the dynamic. She said it made her feel dominant and at the same time helped her understand how hard it was to open your own body for someone else.

Never, through any of that, did I feel anything like desire for another man. We were two accomplices playing without guilt, without God and without shame.

One afternoon, after fucking, I asked her if she had any lingering fantasy. I thought she was going to name some weird place or a new position. She surprised me.

—I’d like to fuck with another man —she said, staring at the ceiling—. But only if you’re there, watching. It’d be insanely hot. I get soaked just thinking about it.

—You’re a pervert —I told her, laughing to hide my jealousy—. Sharing you doesn’t do a thing for me. I picture the guy and I already want to break his face.

—He wouldn’t be a lover, dummy. He’d be a stranger, one time only. It’d be like you were watching a porno and the actress was me. It would turn you on too, I swear.

I told her no, but the idea got inside me. Weeks passed and the fantasy started showing up when she masturbated next to me, when I masturbated alone. One night, still buried between her legs, I told her yes.

—We’ll do it. But my way.

Camila thanked me with a long kiss that tasted like victory.

***

We posted an ad on a dating site. «Married kinky couple looking for a man to fuck the wife with the husband present.» We uploaded a full-body photo of her, face hidden, in black lingerie. Camila has a gorgeous body: narrow waist, perky ass even if it’s not huge, upright tits. The inbox filled up in hours.

After filtering out the drunks, the desperate ones and the ones sending pixelated photos, we settled on a divorced man in his forties who went by Mauricio. Athletic, dark-skinned, big eyes. The photos he sent looked like they’d been taken from a casting call. His cock, long and thick, made me feel ridiculous by comparison. I told Camila those pictures were probably of some other guy, that in person he’d turn out to be a fat old bastard. She laughed and kept chatting with him.

We agreed to meet first at a restaurant, to get to know each other without pressure. When he walked in, Camila squeezed my hand under the table and I understood the photos weren’t faked. Mauricio was exactly like in the pictures, maybe taller. Broad back, huge hands, a smile that was one step ahead of him. He shook my hand firmly, but the look he gave my wife was something else.

We agreed on the rules: condoms, no exceptions, he would cum in her, I’d finish her afterward. Mauricio nodded with the condescension of someone accepting a clause he had no intention of honoring. We went up together to the suite we’d booked half a block away, with a bottle of tequila in hand.

***

As soon as we crossed the door, he grabbed her by the hips.

—Ready, gorgeous, to enjoy a real man?

The «real» part hit me. I swallowed and said nothing. Camila kissed him like she’d been waiting to do it for weeks, took his tongue, gave him her mouth. He pulled her dress down in one move and left her in black panties. I, sitting in an armchair I’d dragged close to the bed, obeyed when he nodded for me to stay there.

Mauricio undressed. His cock was even more impressive in person. Camila stared at it hypnotized, hardly blinking. She wrapped her hand around it and started stroking him carefully, as if weighing it.

—Looks like your wife likes what she sees —he told me, looking over her shoulder.

I felt my cock rock-hard inside my pants and a mix of humiliation and arousal that I didn’t know how to process. Camila knelt and started sucking him. She licked the head, worked along the shaft, sucked his balls. Mauricio collapsed onto the bed, moaning.

Then she lifted those balls and ran her tongue over his perineum. Mauricio jumped.

—Hey, hey, not there, little slut. Not there.

—Sorry. It’s just that my husband loves it when I do that. I stick a finger in him and he goes crazy.

I felt my face burn. Mauricio sat up a little and turned his head toward me, slowly, with a smile that kept growing. Camila, instead of shutting up, kept going. She told him about ass-licking, the dildo, the harness. She talked about the male G-spot as if she were giving a class. Every word of hers was a stone falling on me. I wanted to stand up, tell her to shut up, explain that that wasn’t what he was imagining. Nothing came out.

—Ah, so the hubby’s one of the modern ones —said Mauricio, never taking his eyes off me—. Look at that.

—Try it sometime, I recommend it —Camila insisted, with a smile that suddenly sounded complicit with him and not me.

—No, princess. That weird stuff isn’t my thing.

***

He lifted her up, kissed her like he wanted to swallow her whole and threw her onto the bed on her back. He spread her legs and ran his hand between her thighs. Camila moaned before he even touched her for real.

—You’re soaked, little slut. All ready for a real man.

He put the condom on. His cock overflowed it. When he pressed it to her entrance, Camila arched her back and let out a cry halfway between pain and pleasure. He shoved into her to the hilt in one thrust. I’d taken off my clothes and was jerking off watching him go in and out of my wife.

—What a tight little pussy, princess, it’s like you’re a virgin.

—You’re huge, fuck, you go so deep.

Mauricio fucked her for a long time, slow at first, then with thrusts that made his pelvis slap against her thighs. Every so often he turned his head to make sure I was watching. When Camila started convulsing and screaming that she was cumming, he whispered something in her ear. She nodded. She answered him with something I couldn’t hear and the two of them turned toward me almost at the same time. That coordination gave me a bad feeling, but my body wasn’t obeying me. My cock was dripping, my legs warm, my hands shaking.

Mauricio came inside her with a long growl. He stayed buried for a few seconds, then pulled out, took off the filled condom and tossed it into the trash with a theatrical gesture. Camila lay open, panting, smiling.

—Your turn, baby —she told me, stretching out her arms.

***

I climbed between her legs and penetrated her in one shove. Her cunt was hot, dilated, as if it were another cunt. I started thrusting and she dug her nails into my back. I was just finding my own rhythm when I felt strange hands spreading my ass cheeks.

—What are you doing? —I turned my head.

—Relax, champ. Your wife said you like it. I want to see you enjoy yourself.

—Her finger, not yours.

—Relax, love —Camila grabbed my neck and pulled me forward, forcing my back to arch—. It’s the same. We already talked about it: exploring without taboos.

I tried to protest and she shut me up with a kiss. Mauricio’s finger was slick with something greasy. He rubbed my entrance and, before I could decide whether I wanted it or not, he pushed in the first phalanx. My asshole clenched shut by reflex. It was thicker than Camila’s, rougher, and the friction against my inner walls lit up something I couldn’t switch off. When he touched my prostate, I let out a moan that gave me away. Camila heard it and smiled.

—See, baby? Enjoy it.

A second finger, coated in cream, slid in. It burned. I tried to pull away, but Camila had me by the neck with both hands and her legs wound around my back. Mauricio moved his fingers in circles, opening me, massaging me, and my prostate answered every one of those movements with waves that shot up my legs. I was about to cum inside my wife when he pulled his fingers out. I almost asked him to put them back in.

Instead of fingers, I felt the head of his cock resting between my ass cheeks.

Panic hit instantly. I clenched my hole, tried to turn, tried to shove him away with my elbow. Camila pulled me tighter against her.

—Relax, my love, relax, it’ll be like when I fuck you with the harness. Ease up.

—Let me go, I’m not a fag, let me go!

Mauricio pushed. What came after was nothing like the harness. It was a pain that split me in two. I felt the head, as thick as a closed fist, open my sphincter beyond anything I had thought possible. Tears ran down my face. I screamed into Camila’s neck, and she held me with a strength I hadn’t known she had.

—Loosen your ass or I’m going to really tear you —said Mauricio behind me—. Hang on. The worst part’s already over.

—It’s like when I took your virginity, baby —she whispered, stroking the back of my neck—. Remember? After that it’s just pleasure.

I closed my eyes. I had nowhere to go. The head was already inside, throbbing, burning. Mauricio stayed still for a few seconds, then slapped each of my ass cheeks and started inching forward. I felt him gaining ground, millimeter by millimeter, until his pelvis knocked against me and I realized, horrified, that he was all the way in.

—There you go, princess, you swallowed the whole thing —he said, almost tenderly, as if I had become someone else.

The pain started easing after a long minute. A wave of heat rose from my tailbone to the nape of my neck. I loosened my ass and, suddenly, instead of a foreign body there was a precise point of pressure on my prostate. When Mauricio started rocking, the moan that came out of me was one of pleasure and I didn’t care if it could be heard all the way down the hall. Camila was kissing my forehead and telling me things I could no longer hear.

The three of us started moving together. Each of his thrusts pushed me deeper into Camila. It was as if he were using me as a piston. I moaned, she moaned, he growled. I don’t know how long it lasted. Twenty, thirty minutes. At some point he sped up and my prostate gave in. I came inside Camila with an intensity I had never felt before, spilling in a series of spasms that seemed endless. She clenched around me, screaming. Behind me, Mauricio gave one final shove and came with a long growl. I felt heat inside, abundant. The bastard had taken the condom off at some point I couldn’t even register.

***

When he collapsed to one side, I stayed sprawled on top of Camila, emptied out. My ass hurt, it burned, semen was dripping between my cheeks. I couldn’t move.

—Best ass I ever tried —he said, in a low voice—. Let me know when you want to do it again.

He showered, got dressed and left like nothing had happened. I confronted Camila about what she had done.

—Sorry, baby. When he asked me in my ear if I wanted him to fuck you too, I thought it was the only way for you to feel what I feel. Toys are fine, but a real cock is another thing. I know it. And now you do too.

I didn’t answer. There was no need. We both knew how much I’d enjoyed it.

I got tested afterward, because the asshole had taken the condom off without saying anything. Everything came back negative. We contacted him again a few weeks later, once my pride had cooled off. He became our regular lover.

I still don’t feel attracted to men. I don’t like how they smell, how they talk, how they move. But when Mauricio shows up at the hotel door and I see how Camila looks at me with that smile that I already know what it means, my body goes soft on its own. Am I a cuckold? Am I something else? Let each person decide.