The Threesome with My Husband’s Gay Friend at the Harbor

My name is Camila, and I’m still surprised to be telling this out loud. Matías and I have been together since we were a couple of broke kids, and we always had a kind of complicity that let us talk about anything without embarrassment. What happened that night at the harbor was, without a doubt, one of the most intense experiences we ever lived as a couple. I’m telling it exactly as I remember it, because there are things better left unpolished.

It was summer and we had gone down to the coast to spend a few days there. Matías suggested using one of those afternoons to meet up with Rodrigo, an old high school classmate he hadn’t seen in years. From what he’d told me, Rodrigo was openly gay, so it never even crossed my mind to fantasize about the three of us together. To me, it was simply a reunion between friends.

We left the hostel where we were staying, though not before losing a good while in bed. Matías got down between my legs and made me come with his tongue until I flooded his mouth; it was the second time I’d finished that morning, because when I woke up I’d ridden him until he emptied himself inside me. We stepped out onto the street still warm, with that stupid smile of people who’ve just fucked really well.

The bar was on one of those steep hills in the harbor, full of murals and music spilling out of the windows. When I saw Rodrigo, I was surprised: he was handsome, taller than my husband, with a receding hairline he wore with confidence and masculine features that didn’t give away his tastes at all. We hugged for a long time, and I liked him instantly.

While he ordered the first round, I remembered something. Just a couple of nights earlier, in one of those bed conversations that turn hot without meaning to, Matías had confessed his first experience with a man. And the star of that story was, precisely, Rodrigo. He told it to me with enough detail to make it clear he still remembered it fondly.

***

The story had two parts. The first went back to a school occupation at the high school where they studied. In those years, in the country, it was common for students to occupy their schools to demand that the State guarantee free, quality education, and stop treating it like a commodity. That idealistic streak in Matías was one of the first things I fell in love with, and he still has it to this day.

That night they slept inside a classroom, each in his sleeping bag, surrounded by no more than five classmates. Matías felt Rodrigo slowly inching closer. It started with soft caresses on his chest. He, barely sixteen, didn’t know what to do; it was completely unknown territory. He didn’t react, let his arousal decide for him, and waited for that hand to keep sliding down slowly, careful not to wake anyone.

The hand reached his crotch over his pants. Matías was already hard from so much accurate touching. When Rodrigo pulled out his dick and started stroking him, my husband felt like he was leaving some of his innocence behind. He moved it up and down, uncovering the head, tracing slow circles over the tip while holding him firmly with the other hand. That was his first time with a man, and he told it to me as if he could still feel it.

The second part was less sexual, but just as intense. By their final year, at a get-together at another classmate’s house, the two of them ended up alone in the yard in front of a bonfire. Rodrigo turned and planted a tongue kiss on him, holding him firmly by the nape of the neck. Matías told me how strange and exciting it was to feel the scratch of that rough mustache. He couldn’t think of a better answer than to drop his hand and, for the first time, feel the hardness of his friend through his clothes. They ended up against the nearest wall, grinding their hips, feeling complete.

While Rodrigo poured us beer at the bar, I couldn’t stop thinking that this tall, friendly man had been the first person to touch my husband. I felt my panties get soaked all at once. In that instant I decided I was willing to do anything the night wanted to offer us.

***

The three of us sat down, Rodrigo and I on either side of Matías. The conversation flowed right away; he was one of those cheerful, wise people it’s a pleasure to spend time with. We ordered another round, made the first toast of the night and, after a while, a cousin of his and two more friends arrived, so the table filled up.

Matías had a little weed in him, a habit among university students in those years. Between the beer and a couple of hits, we were already looser and more uninhibited than usual. The table split into little groups, with conversations going back and forth without much sense, and nobody was paying much attention to anyone else.

That’s when I started noticing something. Every time my husband got up to go to the bathroom, Rodrigo disappeared behind him a minute later. They came back separately, with blank expressions, and no one else noticed. But I did. I knew perfectly well those convenient trips weren’t just about the beer.

I didn’t take long to confirm it. Matías settled back beside me, took a couple of calm sips, and stayed looking at me, his face red. Then he whispered in my ear that in the bathroom they’d touched each other, that they’d given each other a quick, fleeting handjob standing in front of the urinals, with the risk that anyone could walk in. I was surprised by the boldness of it, but even more surprised by how much I liked hearing it.

My husband had me wrapped in some kind of hammock chair half hidden from the rest. Rodrigo sat behind him. A while later I felt Matías’s hands climbing up my torso until both of them cupped my breasts. I was stunned, I couldn’t believe it. And then I saw Rodrigo’s hands circling my husband’s waist, each one traveling over that torso I loved so much.

The three of us were pretty far gone. I felt hands on my breasts again, but these were different: firmer, with more pressure, nothing like my man’s neat way of doing things. I looked and saw they were Rodrigo’s, guided by Matías’s, who held them on me so I’d feel them properly. I almost let out a moan right there, in the middle of all those people.

Matías made his friend’s hands draw circles over me, and that turned me on completely. At first Rodrigo tried to pull away, I suppose from nerves, but my husband held him firmly, making it clear that I was no obstacle. On the contrary. The threesome was just beginning to take shape, and I was already wanting it with everything I had.

***

Back and forth, my husband disappeared a couple more times with his friend, using the excuse of getting the beds ready for the night. The excuses clearly weren’t for me, since I had already been touched by Rodrigo and all I wanted was to be in bed with both of them at once.

When we finally went to the room, Matías told him to take off some clothes to “sleep more comfortably.” Rodrigo stayed in his boxers and lay down beside him. I was completely expectant. It didn’t take long before I saw they were already rubbing their dicks against each other, with no attempt to hide it.

Recovering from the initial shock, I decided the best thing was to join in. I started taking the rest of Matías’s clothes off, pulled down his boxers and, without saying a word, found immediate help from Rodrigo. Between the two of us, we stripped him naked in a matter of seconds.

We started kissing him almost symmetrically, one of us on each side of his body, moving downward slowly. Matías was lying on his back and we traced every inch of his skin with our lips. I think we both knew perfectly well where we were headed. When I reached his dick I was the first to grab it, and Rodrigo immediately got down to the same height to kiss him with me, both of us at once.

The kisses quickly turned into licking. I took his whole dick into my mouth and Rodrigo soon followed my lead. I was sharing my husband with his friend, and it felt fucking amazing: two men, two cocks to play with in my first threesome. We took turns sucking him, and sometimes our mouths met at the tip, our tongues playing, fighting over the same head without wanting to let go.

I went down to his balls to lick them while Rodrigo stayed up top. I could feel him getting hotter and hotter, until he decided to show what he really liked: with kisses and bites he worked his way over Matías’s ass cheeks until he reached his hole, leaving a shining trail of spit behind. My husband, who had never experienced anything like that, couldn’t hold back his moans while that tongue went in and out of him.

I took his dick in my mouth again while Rodrigo took care of him from behind. And then, just when I was starting to feel a little left out, the two of them turned toward me. I felt Rodrigo’s tongue playing with my clit, and gay as he openly was, he knew exactly what he was doing down there. Matías squatted over my face and I picked up where his friend had started, licking his hole while he watched, from the best possible angle, how they were eating me out.

I don’t remember exactly who penetrated me first, but I do remember riding one while the other jerked off beside me, staring at me with ragged breathing. Rodrigo couldn’t last as long as my husband; a couple of times I saw him wiping himself with paper, exhausted, while I kept enjoying myself like never before. We changed positions several times. At one point I was on all fours, being fucked by Matías and with Rodrigo’s dick in my mouth, playing with his head, fantasizing about kissing away every last taste of men he might have on him, though deep down the opposite was what really turned me on.

***

That was a completely insane night. We didn’t even consider that there were other people in the house, sleeping a few meters away, probably hearing everything. We were so gone and so turned on that it didn’t even cross our minds until the next day, once morning was well underway.

And when we woke up, we started again. Rodrigo grabbed one of my breasts almost roughly while Matías watched intently, slowly jerking off. I have the image burned into my mind: me being fucked by my husband in missionary, fused in a kiss where our tongues made real a fantasy we had never put into words, waiting eagerly for the third dick to come close to our mouths. First I took it in myself; Matías sped up the thrusts and, for a moment, the three of us stopped being two separate stories and became one single one.