The Second Night with Mateo Happened Without Me

I’m writing here again because the first time I told our story I got more messages than I expected, almost all asking the same thing: was there a second time? There was. It happened on December 30, and this time I wasn’t exactly the main character.

For those just arriving, I’ll summarize quickly. My wife is called Carla. Mateo is a friend of mine from years back, married too. It all started the night of his birthday, when what seemed like a joke ended with the two of them in the bedroom and me watching from the doorway as my wife swallowed my friend’s cock to the base, unable to believe it. From that night on they exchanged numbers, and by the next day they were already texting like two teenagers.

—We’re just saying hello —she’d tell me when I caught her smiling at her phone.

Hello messages that lasted half an hour, of course.

On the 25th, right in the middle of Christmas, Mateo sent her a message wishing her all the best. Between one line and the next he slipped in that he hoped they’d repeat what happened on his birthday, that he’d loved the way she moved her ass while he fucked her and the way she blew his dick without taking it out even to breathe. Carla showed it to me laughing her ass off, but with bright eyes and nipples pressing through her T-shirt. She didn’t have to think long before answering him that whenever he wanted they could work it out, that her cunt was aching to do it again.

And so the days went by, the two of them chatting and me putting up with a strange mix of jealousy and arousal that, if I’m honest, was won over by the arousal. Until Mateo invited us to his house. His wife had gone to Monterrey with her family and he had had to come back early for work. He was alone.

—What do we do? —Carla asked me, biting her lip.

—If you want, we’ll go for a while —I told her—. No problem, baby.

No more needed to be said. We both knew perfectly well how the visit was going to end: with my wife’s legs open and Mateo’s cock buried to the hilt. She forwarded him the message and suggested Tuesday, a beer for the holidays, something quiet.

—I’ll be waiting here, very eager to see you, pretty one —he answered.

—Just to see me? —Carla shot back.

I’m not going to repeat Mateo’s answer in full, but let’s just say he described in graphic detail how he planned to fuck her from the front and from behind, how he was going to cum in her mouth, and how he wanted to leave her dripping with cum before dawn. When she showed me, we both laughed, and I was already getting hard just imagining it.

***

Tuesday arrived. I got off work and Carla had already left the kids with her sister. We took a shower together and there, still wet, with water running down her tits and over her shaved cunt, she got on her knees in front of me and gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. She took me all the way in, down her throat, pulling back slowly to run her tongue over my balls, then taking me again while she rubbed her clit with two fingers. She spat on the tip and with that same spit she slicked it down, gripping me with her hand and sucking my head like it was candy. When she felt I was close, she pulled back and finished licking my balls with her mouth open, eyes looking up at me from below, dead from horniness. She didn’t let me cum. We planned it that way on purpose: she wanted to show up to Mateo with a clean pussy and hungry, and when she was good and full of semen, finish with me on top. Just thinking about it was hard to bear.

She dressed up like she was going to a party. Red string thong wedged up between her ass cheeks, a tight skirt that showed everything, cream-colored heels, and a blouse with a neckline that dragged the eyes straight there. Underneath, no bra: her nipples could be made out through the fabric every time she breathed. It was cold as hell, so with the jacket on nothing showed; the show was only when she took it off.

We stopped for a pack of beers and drove the twenty minutes to his house. Mateo opened the gate so I could park the car and almost ran to open the door for Carla. He took her hand, gave her two or three clownish bows, and showered her with compliment after compliment about how good she looked. They kissed on the mouth right there, tongues and all, and I saw his hand slide down her back and grab one ass cheek over the skirt.

—Come on —I told them—, don’t eat bread in front of the poor.

The three of us laughed and went inside to the living room. We talked about everything for a while: the year, the business, his wife. He told us that she had found some messages with Carla, but nothing compromising, so there was no problem.

—Don’t worry —my wife told him, crossing her leg and letting the skirt ride up—. If she doesn’t want it one day, you’ve got me. This cunt is here for whatever you need.

Mateo took her face in both hands and gave her a long kiss, one of those fiery ones, while with his other hand he squeezed a tit over the blouse.

—Thanks, pretty one —he murmured—. I’m going to fuck you until you don’t remember your name.

We kept drinking and, without realizing it, the beer hit me faster than normal. I was the one who had to drive back, so I said we’d better leave.

—Stay the night —Mateo offered—. Tomorrow morning you can go.

We both knew again, without saying it, what accepting meant. We accepted.

The problem was that alcohol really got the better of me. By one in the morning I was done. Mateo took me to his daughters’ room so I could lie down for a while, and Carla, who hardly drinks, stayed with him “chatting.” What happened after that she told me in full detail the next day, and I’m telling it exactly as she told it to me.

***

—So what do you say? —Mateo asked when they heard me snoring—. Do we do it again?

—If you want —she answered—. Though I would’ve liked for him to be awake to watch us.

—Don’t worry. Let’s go to my room, I’ve had a hard-on since you got here.

They went into the master bedroom. He hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders, biting her earlobe, and told her in her ear that he’d been dying for days to eat her cunt until she screamed. He slid a hand under her blouse and pinched her nipples until they were hard as stones; with the other he lifted her skirt and ran his fingers over her thong, which was already soaked. Carla turned and answered him with her mouth, sucking his tongue, biting his lips. They started stripping slowly, without hurry, until she was left in her thong and heels.

—You look so fucking hot —he told her, yanking off his T-shirt and pants. Under his boxer briefs, his cock was already standing hard, pushing against the fabric.

When he was naked, my wife didn’t make herself wait. She pushed him onto the bed and went down his chest lick by lick, biting his nipples, licking his navel, until she reached his cock. She grabbed it with both hands, pressed it against her cheek, and stuck her tongue out to run it from his balls to the tip, very slowly, looking him in the eye. Then she opened her mouth and took him in little by little, first just the head, playing with her tongue around the glans, sucking it like a lollipop. When she had it wet enough, she swallowed him whole in one go, until her nose touched his pubic bone, and stayed there for a few seconds, purposefully choking herself, eyes full of tears and spit running down her chin. She pulled him out and swallowed him again, over and over, setting a rhythm with her hand and mouth at the same time. Meanwhile she took off her thong and started rubbing her clit with two fingers, sliding another two into her cunt and pulling them out shiny so he could suck them. In less than five minutes she was soaked to her thighs and trembling inside.

She stopped what she was doing and climbed on top of him. Mateo didn’t even have time to look for the condom: she grabbed his cock with her hand, lined it up at the entrance of her cunt, and dropped onto him in one go, feeling it sink all the way in, every centimeter stretching her, until her ass bumped against his thighs. She let out a long moan, mouth open, and stayed still for a moment with his cock buried to the hilt.

—Don’t stop —Carla begged—. Stay like that, inside.

She started moving slowly, squeezing her pussy, making circles with her hips. After a few minutes she felt him cum inside her, in hot spurts that filled her completely. She didn’t move. She let herself fall onto his chest, kissing him slowly, with his cock still embedded and semen beginning to leak out around the edges. And after a little while she felt him harden again inside her without even having come out, growing inside her again, pushing against the walls of her full cunt. According to what she told me, that was the best part: feeling him come back to life without moving, soaked in his own cum.

That’s when things really got going. He flipped her onto her back, lifted her legs with her heels still on, put them over his shoulders, and shoved all the way in with one thrust. The bed started banging against the wall with every shove. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, twisting her nipples, while he fucked her at a pace that made her bite her hand so she wouldn’t scream.

—You like it like this, baby? —he asked her, coming almost all the way out and driving through her again.

—I love it —she panted, eyes rolling back—. Tear up my cunt, fuck me harder. But I’m his and only yours too.

—This whole pussy is mine tonight —he answered, spitting on her tits and smearing the spit with his palm.

He told her to get on all fours and she obeyed, arching her back and sticking her ass up high. Mateo slapped her ass twice, leaving the red mark of his hand, bent down and ran his tongue over her cunt and her asshole, soaking her all over. He asked whether she wanted it with a condom or the way they were doing it, and Carla told him whatever he wanted, that she was already full of his load, that it didn’t matter. He didn’t put one on. He went in slowly from behind, grabbing her by the hair, and she felt every inch opening her again.

—Like that, slowly —she told him—. Not so fast, let me feel you coming in. Oh, your dick feels so good.

They stayed like that for quite a while, him driving hard, gripping her hips with both hands and slamming her against his pubic bone with every thrust, her holding on to the pillow so she wouldn’t wake anyone, biting it, with saliva running down her chin. He ran a finger wet with spit over her ass, pressing it, sliding it in up to the knuckle while he kept fucking her cunt. He pulled her hair back so he could see the whore face she made. Carla took one hand to her clit and started rubbing it furiously. She came first, with her whole body, squeezing her cunt around his cock until she milked him, trembling in spasms that shook her ass. When he was close she asked him, almost out of breath, where he wanted to finish.

—Here, on your face —she said, letting go and kneeling in front of him with her mouth open and tongue out.

Mateo grabbed his cock, gave it two or three quick pulls, and came all over her face in thick spurts: the first hit her forehead and ran down one eye, the second on her cheek, and the last ones inside her mouth. My wife, who doesn’t have a shred of shame about these things, closed her lips over the tip and sucked until the last drop, swallowing and cleaning his cock with her tongue, leaving nothing behind. She ran her fingers over her face to gather up what had spilled outside and sucked that too, smiling at him. Then they kissed with their mouths still full of cum, lay down, and fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms in the same bed where he sleeps with his wife, with the mattress stained and smelling of sex. They left me in the other room, lost in my drunkenness, not knowing a thing.

***

What came next I did experience, half asleep. I woke up at some hour with a dry mouth and a heavy head. I looked for Carla and found her in Mateo’s bedroom, the two of them asleep, her naked with her legs open and a big stain of dried semen between her thighs. He had gotten up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, my wife took the chance to ask to use the bathroom too, and walked over there naked, wiggling her ass on purpose so he’d look, with the remains of cum still running down the inside of her legs. It was seven-thirty in the morning.

I was still half gone, so I lay back down for a while. What happened after that she confirmed for me, though I already sensed it.

Carla came back to bed, gave him a very passionate good-morning kiss, shoving her tongue all the way in, and found he was ready again already, with his cock stiff and pointing at the ceiling. She started stroking it carefully, moving her hand up and down, kissing his chest and down his stomach. Since she knows those details turn me on to hear, she asked him to jack off for her while she watched, sitting on his knees with her legs open, fingering her cunt in front of him.

—Imagine things with me —she whispered, sliding two fingers in and pulling them out shiny to take them to her mouth—, but don’t stop. I want to see you cum just looking at me.

Mateo jerked his cock with a hand full of spit, watching her tits bounce in the rhythm of her touching herself. When he was close, Carla turned around, got on all fours in front of him, and stuck her ass out. Mateo couldn’t handle the sight, got himself into position behind her, and, since he had already been there the first night —when after his birthday party she let him break in her asshole—, this time she didn’t say no.

—Slowly —she asked—. A little at a time, I’m tight.

He helped himself with a good spit in the hole and another on the head of his cock, and slowly went in, pushing the head first, waiting for her to relax, gaining a centimeter at a time. The first two times it hurt and she had to breathe deeply, bite the pillow, but after that her body adjusted and she started to enjoy it, moving her ass back looking for more. Mateo grabbed her hips and started fucking her with rhythm, watching his whole cock disappear in my wife’s ass and come back out again. Carla rubbed her clit at the same time, two fingers circling it, and every so often she slipped others into her cunt to fill herself on both sides. She didn’t hold out too long; she came screaming into the pillow, soaking the whole bed, her ass clenching around Mateo’s cock in spasms that made him finish too. He came inside, filling her ass, and when he pulled out slowly a thin white thread ran from her cunt down to her knees. The two of them were left exhausted, lying face down, breathing hard.

They went back to sleep until nearly noon, when her phone rang and woke the three of us. I came out of the other room stretching, still hungover, and found them laughing in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

—Good morning, sleepyhead —Carla said, giving me a kiss that still tasted of Mateo’s mouth.

I didn’t mind one bit. On the contrary. I got hard right there. I sat down with them, had a coffee, and while Mateo was telling some stupid story I looked at my wife thinking how lucky I was to have someone so free and at the same time so much mine, with her cunt and ass still full of my best friend’s semen.

Because that’s the part people don’t understand when they read these confessions: I didn’t lose anything that night. The fact that they had fun without me didn’t take anything from me; it added to my desire. Now Carla has her husband and her friend, and between the two of us we fuck her and take care of her the way she deserves. Next time, though, I’m planning to stay awake so I can see everything and put my cock in her mouth while he puts his in her from behind.