What My Husband Asked Me to Do That Weekend

We planned a weekend at a country house on the outskirts of the city, one of those rentals with a shared pool among several little cottages. My oldest son stayed with his grandparents because that night he had a sleepover with his cousins. In fact, that was why we agreed to the trip. What I didn’t understand was why my husband insisted so much that we leave the baby behind too.

“She’s too little, Marcos,” I told him. “It’ll be her first time in a pool; she’ll have fun. She’s coming with us.”

I was surprised by how stubborn he became. That insistence had an explanation I only understood later: he had invited his compadre Rubén, his comadre Marina, and their son Diego, a twenty-two-year-old who studied in the capital.

The drive took a good hour and a half. I sat in the back with Marina and the baby in my arms, while Diego sat beside me by the window. From the moment we set off, I felt his leg pressed against mine. Every time I discreetly nudged him away, he invaded my space again as if nothing had happened. It’s not my imagination, I thought, but with the baby on top of me, I preferred not to make a scene.

We arrived in the afternoon. Marcos gave our bedroom to his compadres, Diego settled into a little room at the back, and we slept in the room meant for the children. That first afternoon was peaceful. I tidied up the house a little, fed the baby dinner, and went to bed early. The men stayed up drinking in the living room with Marina until late.

***

The problem began the next day. I woke up hot, put on a loose T-shirt and shorts, and went outside to collect the bottles and cigarette butts they had left lying around. I ran into a neighbor, and we chatted for a while in the shade of the porch. When I went back inside, Diego was already in the living room. I greeted him with a nod and went in to check on the baby.

Marcos woke up and suggested we go have barbecue for breakfast at a stand in town. That was when I really started noticing it: Diego was looking at me too much. Not the look of someone watching in passing, but a fixed, insistent stare that traveled over my tits and dropped down to my shorts whenever he thought I wasn’t aware of it. I dismissed it. I thought it was all in my head.

When we got back, I changed for the pool. I inflated a separate little pool for the baby because the big pool’s water was freezing, and I put on a one-piece swimsuit with a sarong over it. When the baby fell asleep in the shade, I got into the water. My mistake was leaving the sarong on the edge.

I didn’t even know where he had come from. Diego swam toward me underwater, and I felt perfectly clearly as his hand grabbed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed hard, his fingers slipping between the fabric of my swimsuit. It wasn’t an accident in the water; it was a deliberate hand. I jerked away, and from that moment on I avoided being within ten feet of him. Luckily, the baby woke up hungry, giving me the perfect excuse to get out.

“Marcos, that boy is making me uncomfortable,” I told him quietly as I rinsed off. “He won’t stop staring at my ass, and he just groped me in the water.”

“You’re imagining things, Carla. He’s just a kid. Ignore him.”

I swallowed my anger. I didn’t get back into the water for the rest of the morning.

***

Before lunch, we all went back inside to shower in turns. While they showered, I bathed the baby and put her to sleep so I could get ready afterward. When it was my turn, I heard someone open the bathroom door. I always leave it ajar in case the baby cries.

“Marcos, is that you?” I asked, peeking out with the towel.

There was no one there. I hurried. I went to the large bedroom, where the compadres were sleeping, to get dressed. I had barely put on my underwear when Diego burst in without knocking. I saw his eyes lock onto my tits before I crossed my arms.

“Hey! What’s wrong with you?” I shouted, covering myself.

“Sorry, sorry. I thought this was my parents’ room.”

“Then get out.”

He didn’t move right away. He stayed a second too long, staring at the bulge of my panties and underwear, and I even saw the bulge in his shorts. The boy was hard, his cock outlined beneath the fabric. Marcos came running because of the shouting and, instead of defending me, asked me to excuse him, saying it had been a mistake and that the boy had already apologized. By then I no longer knew whether I was angrier with Diego or with my husband.

At lunch, Diego sat right beside me. By then that family had really gotten on my nerves. Rubén and Marcos already had beers in their hands; that was what they had really come for. He stretched out his arm to reach the salt, and as he did, his forearm brushed my entire breast, crushing it with absolutely no attempt at subtlety. I was about to explode when Marina scolded him.

“Son, move over here now,” she said, changing his seat.

I think she really had noticed everything.

***

After lunch, the others went outside to keep drinking on the patio. I washed the dishes, made coffee, and went to lie down with the baby, who sleeps pressed against me. Call me paranoid, but something woke me up. I felt a presence, a gaze. I got up to lock the door, and after that I couldn’t fall asleep again.

I went out to the patio. They were already pretty drunk. Marina was in a very cheerful mood, and Diego laughed at everything the adults said. I drank water, juice, whatever was available without alcohol.

After two in the morning, the topics started getting more explicit. I asked Marina whether her son wasn’t going to bed, because the conversation was becoming very adult.

“He already knows about this stuff,” Rubén said proudly. “We even took him to a strip club recently. They sucked his dick for the first time, and he came out happy.”

The comment made me uncomfortable. They were talking openly about sex in front of him. Then Marina said the sentence that changed the whole night.

“We’re swingers,” she said, looking at my husband. “Right, compadre?”

The silence fell like a stone. I turned to look at Marcos. It took him a while to speak.

“Honey, that was before I met you,” he finally said.

I looked at Marina, who blushed and lowered her voice.

“It’s no big deal, sweetheart. I thought he’d already told you. We fuck whoever’s willing, and my husband loves watching other men fuck me. Sometimes two at once.”

“Well, I don’t,” I replied coldly.

As the early morning went on, the conversation grew more intense. Then came the direct question, this time from Marina:

“Would you two be up for swapping partners? I’ll suck your husband’s cock, and Rubén will fuck you properly.”

I saw the lecherous look on Diego’s face as he licked his lips, his bulge once again outlined in his pants, and I stayed quiet. To my surprise, Marcos was the one who said no. Marina sent her son to bed; the boy got up throwing a tantrum and went inside, and she followed to make sure he really shut himself in his room.

“And did you know about all your husband’s adventures?” Rubén asked me.

“I thought I knew them all. Apparently he kept a few from me,” I replied.

When Marina returned, she sat very close to me. I felt her thigh pressed against mine, warm, and her hand resting on my knee.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked.

It surprised me, although I already had an idea where all this was heading. The truth was that neither of them was my type.

“No,” I said. “I respect my husband.”

“What a shame. You’re beautiful. With those tits and that ass, I’d eat you all up.”

***

It was already dawn when Marina insisted again about the kiss. They were very drunk, and I thought it wouldn’t go any further. I gave in, but set a condition.

“One quick kiss. And don’t touch me.”

It was a brief kiss. She smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, which was not pleasant at all. She wanted a longer one, pressed her mouth against mine, and tried to put her tongue inside; I felt the hot tip pushing between my lips and stopped her with a hand against her chest. I reminded her that I had agreed to only one. I looked over at Marcos to gauge his reaction, and what I saw left me frozen: he was visibly aroused, his cock very clearly outlined beneath his sweatpants. He was adjusting it with his hand and didn’t even bother to hide it.

That night, once we were in the bedroom, I demanded an explanation.

“What happened with them before?”

“It was a long time ago. They were starting to experiment with other couples, and since they trusted us, I agreed a couple of times. I fucked Marina for a couple of nights while Rubén watched. That’s all.”

“And what are they after now?” I insisted.

“Nothing. Relax, don’t get angry.”

“I know you, Marcos. For now it’ll seem delicious to you, and afterward you’ll throw it in my face.”

“I’m not after anything,” he repeated, and began kissing me. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and squeezed one of my ass cheeks with his open hand, pressing me against his bulge.

“Not now. The boy will hear us.”

“The baby’s sleeping soundly,” he murmured, and half convinced me.

He threw me onto the bed and yanked down my sleep shorts. He didn’t even take off my panties; he pushed them aside with two fingers and thrust one inside me. I was wet, I couldn’t deny it. The whole scene with Marina, the kiss, my husband’s bulge in front of everyone, had turned me on more than I wanted to admit. He spread my legs with his knee and plunged into me in a single thrust. I covered his mouth with my hand so he wouldn’t make a sound.

“Shut up, you idiot,” I whispered. “If that asshole hears us tomorrow, I’ll never be able to stand it.”

He fucked me slowly but deeply, trying not to make the bed creak. He sucked my neck and squeezed my tits through my T-shirt. I dug my nails into his back when I felt myself about to come. He finished inside me, biting my shoulder so he wouldn’t moan, and stayed on top of me for a while, breathing heavily into my ear. Neither of us said anything. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about Marina’s gaze and the bulge Diego had worn all afternoon, and hated myself a little for still feeling the tingling between my legs.

***

I woke up around ten. Diego was already in the living room with the same old look on his face. Since we were heading home that day, I put on a long skirt and a polo shirt, much more covered up. I was preparing breakfast when Marina came over.

“Hey, sweetheart, did you get mad about last night?”

“No. I talked it over with my husband. Everything’s fine.”

We went out to the patio to drink coffee. Later, while I was putting the baby to sleep and taking the chance to rest myself, Marina came in very discreetly and sat on the edge of the bed. She proposed it to me directly.

“A swap, sweetheart. Something gentle. I’ll suck your husband’s cock and you suck Rubén’s. Just oral, no fucking, if you don’t want to. But let me see that pretty mouth sucking a cock—it’s been turning me on since yesterday.”

“Let me talk it over with my husband,” was all I managed to say.

A little while later, Marcos came in.

“Have they told you? They mentioned it to me, but I told them you were the one who decided.”

“So you’re passing the ball to me. That way, if I don’t say no, it counts as a yes.”

“That’s not how it is.”

“Look, first: are you going to be able to handle it? Because I’m not putting up with a single reproach afterward. And second: do you really want it? Do you really want to watch some other woman suck your cock in front of me?”

“I find it exciting,” he admitted, and I saw the bulge in his pants again. “And it turns me on to watch you suck his too. It’s been my fantasy for years.”

After turning it over in my mind again and again, I agreed. But with rules. We went into the living room, and I laid them out.

“One: send your son to the pool or somewhere else; I don’t want him in the house. Two: oral only—you with my husband and me with yours. Three: your husband is not to touch me for any reason, not even put a hand on me. Four: I’m not taking my clothes off. And five: nobody comes in my mouth. They tell me, and they finish by hand themselves.”

Marina practically sent her son running. Diego headed toward the pool with an annoyed expression, not before shooting me a look of pure resentment, as though they were taking away his toy. Then she came over to me.

“And is there no prize for me?”

I took her in the middle of the room and kissed her. This time it lasted a little longer. I felt her tongue, the taste of coffee and cigarettes, and her erect nipples pressing against mine through our blouses. She slipped her hand beneath my T-shirt, searching for my belly, and I knocked it away.

“I said no hands.”

***

I went over to Marcos and started kissing him. I didn’t pay attention to what Rubén and Marina were doing. I kissed down his neck slowly, biting his chest through his T-shirt, until I knelt in front of him between his spread legs. I yanked down his shorts and underwear, and his cock sprang out hard and swollen, the tip already glistening. I know that cock as well as I know my own hand.

I gripped it at the base and stuck out my tongue. I ran it slowly from bottom to top, following the thick vein, and when I reached the tip, I gave the head a circular lick while looking him in the eyes. I drew a moan from him that he tried to swallow. I took him into my mouth halfway, pulling him out between tightly pursed lips and sucking hard on the way out so the noise could be heard. I went down again, deeper this time, until I felt the tip brush my throat. Marcos placed his hand on the back of my head—not to force me, but to stroke my hair while I ate his entire cock.

I turned for a moment: Marina was already doing her thing with Rubén, who was sitting in the other armchair with his pants around his ankles. She had his entire cock in her mouth, swallowing it hungrily while Rubén held her hair. The living room was L-shaped, so each couple had their own corner. Marcos was enjoying it so much that for a moment I forgot there was anyone else in the room. I sucked his balls, one and then the other, while running my hand up and down his saliva-slick cock. I took him into my mouth again, this time using my hand too, closing my lips around the base like a tight ring.

“Are you completely sure?” I asked, lifting my face, a strand of drool hanging from my lip.

“It’s my fantasy,” he said hoarsely. “Watching you suck someone else. Go on, go with him. Let him see you finish him.”

“Okay,” I replied.

Marina knelt beside me. I passed Marcos to her, spitting a little saliva onto the tip so she could continue, and as soon as I saw her take him into her mouth, I grabbed her hair for a second and forced her lower, until she took him all the way down. She moaned with her mouth full. Marcos was looking at me, not at her. I stood up. I walked toward Rubén, hastily tied my hair into a ponytail, and repeated the rules.

“Oral only, and don’t touch me, please. And tell me when you’re about to finish, because I’m not swallowing anything.”

I took him in my hand, and honestly, he made me uneasy. He was thicker than Marcos but shorter, with dark skin and thick veins. I had trouble concentrating. I put him in my mouth with an effort, sucking with my cheeks hollowed, moving my head up and down at the slow rhythm that comes naturally to me. Rubén grunted, and several times I felt him hold my head with both hands, pushing me to take him all the way down. Each time I firmly pushed him away, taking him out of my mouth and looking him in the eyes.

“No hands, asshole. Next time I’m standing up.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmured, but thirty seconds later he was squeezing my skull again.

I ran my flat tongue along his entire shaft, from his balls to the tip, sucking the head as if it were a lollipop and then burying him in my mouth again halfway. He swelled inside my mouth. I could feel him pulsing against my tongue. I heard Marcos say he was about to come; Marina encouraged him to let go without holding back and told him to finish on her face, her tits, wherever he wanted. I sped up a little with Rubén, sucking hard and moving my hand at the same time as my mouth. Even though I pulled away in time when I felt him grow even harder, Rubén didn’t warn me. A hot, thick jet struck the inside of my mouth, my tongue, and another hit my lower lip before I could turn my face away. I spat it onto the rug, annoyed, wiping myself with the back of my hand.

“I told you to warn me, you idiot.”

“Won’t you give me a kiss?” he had the nerve to ask, his cock still dripping semen between his legs.

“No.”

“I’ll give you one, darling,” Marina cut in with a laugh, her mouth smeared with Marcos’s release, which dripped down her chin to her cleavage. She had swallowed almost all of it.

I went back to Marcos and sat on his lap. His cock was still wet, semi-hard, resting against my thigh. I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth so he could taste the other man on me, so he would remember exactly what he had asked for. When he tried to reach beneath my skirt, sliding his hand up my thigh, I stood up.

“I’m going to shower. We’re leaving.”

Later, he came into the bathroom after me.

“Are you angry?”

“It bothered me that they didn’t hold up their end. That he finished in my mouth, and that the guy wouldn’t stop grabbing my head as if I were a whore.”

“I promise it’s the last time I’ll ask you for anything like that.”

“All right,” I told him. “Get in the shower with me.”

He undressed and got in behind me beneath the spray. He was hard again. I felt him press between my ass cheeks as soon as he settled against my back. He reached around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing my nipples between his fingers. He kissed my neck, the nape of it, my shoulder.

“Forgive me, my love,” he murmured in my ear, moving his hips slowly and rubbing his cock between my wet ass cheeks.

I braced my hands against the tiles and arched my back. He took me by the waist and slowly began pushing into me from behind, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside. He fucked me without haste, his hands occupied with my tits, biting the shoulder where he had bitten me the night before. Water ran over our faces. I clenched my teeth to keep from moaning, feeling him slide deeply in and out, my thighs trembling each time he touched the exact right spot. He came inside me for the second time in less than twelve hours, holding me against his chest and growling in my ear as he emptied himself completely.

And as the water fell, while he hugged me from behind, still inside me and whispering apologies in my ear, I thought that I knew him less than I had believed. That doubt was the only thing I took away from that weekend, and it still hasn’t quite gone away.