The Birthday Gift I Asked My Wife For

It all started the way these things start: with a phrase spoken softly, in bed, when you think nothing you say will have consequences. Daniela and I had been together for six years, and we had learned to tell each other what we thought without a filter. That night, while I caressed her naked back, she let something slip that stayed lodged in my mind for weeks.

—Hey —she said, almost laughing—, that friend of yours, the taco-stand guy… he must have a nice cock under those pants.

I laughed. I didn’t know what else to do. But instead of annoying me, I felt a strange heat in my stomach, a mixture of jealousy and something darker that I didn’t want to name yet. My cock began hardening against her hip without permission.

—Would you like to find out? —I asked her, half joking.

She didn’t answer right away. She turned, looked me in the eyes in the half-light, and bit her lip before speaking. She lowered her hand and squeezed my cock through my boxers, feeling it throb.

—I don’t know. Would you like me to find out? Because you’re getting hard just thinking about it, you bastard.

That was when I understood it wasn’t a joke. It was a door we both wanted to open. I slipped my hand between her legs and found her soaked, her pussy swollen, her lips slick just from talking about it. I plunged two fingers deep inside her, and she let out a hoarse moan that made everything clear. I fucked her that night thinking about Bruno, and she came three times, screaming things I had never heard her say.

I had never imagined sharing her. And suddenly, it was all I could think about.

***

My friend’s name was Bruno. He had a taco stand three blocks from our house, in Saltillo, and we had known each other for a couple of years. He was fair-skinned, watched what he ate carefully despite his line of work, and had that quiet confidence of men who know they’re attractive without having to make an effort. Daniela had seen him a handful of times, always from a distance, always with that look I pretended not to notice.

Over the following days, the subject became part of our intimacy. Every time we were together, she asked me to talk about him, to describe how I imagined the scene. She asked me to whisper in her ear how she would suck his cock while I fucked her from behind, how she would swallow his cum while I licked her ass. And the more we did it, the clearer it became to me that this wasn’t going to remain just words.

—I want it to really happen —she told me one morning, still breathless, my semen trickling down her thighs—. For my birthday. I want it to be my gift. I want him to fuck me while you watch.

Her birthday was the following Monday. I had four days to decide whether I was the kind of man capable of fulfilling that fantasy, or whether I would regret not daring for the rest of my life.

***

I went to Bruno’s stand a couple of days later, late in the afternoon, when hardly any customers remained. He made me some tacos, we talked about soccer and nonsense, and when I saw my opening, I blurted it out before I could back out.

—Hey, I’m going to ask you something, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.

—Let’s hear it —he said, wiping his hands on his apron.

—I know a woman who wants you to fuck her. No commitments, no complications. One night only. She provides the pussy, you provide the cock.

Bruno laughed, convinced I was pulling his leg. I insisted. I told him I was serious, that she herself had asked for it as a birthday present, and that all I needed was a yes.

—And who is she? —he asked, his expression changing.

—You’ll find that out that night. Are you in or not?

He thought for a few seconds, staring at the griddle as if the answer were written there.

—If she’s hot… of course I’m in. My balls are full —he said at last, with half a smile.

He had no idea that the woman in question slept beside me every night.

***

Monday came slowly. Daniela spent the afternoon nervous, pacing back and forth around the house. She showered early, carefully shaved her pussy until it was completely smooth, and when she came out, she asked me what she should wear as if it were her first date.

—Put on something that makes you feel like a slut —I told her—. That’s what matters.

She chose a tight black dress, with no bra, and a slit in front that revealed her legs every time she took a step. Underneath, she put on a tiny thong that had a dark stain in the crotch within minutes. She straightened her hair, painted her toenails red, and put on heels that made her walk differently—more confidently, more aware of her body. When she turned around so I could see her, my mouth went dry and my cock went hard.

—Well? —she asked, turning to show me her ass.

—Bruno’s going to come just from seeing you —I replied, grabbing one of her cheeks beneath the dress.

I texted him to confirm the time. We arranged to pick him up near his stand at eight. Daniela sat in the back seat of the pickup, behind the tinted windows, so he wouldn’t recognize her until the last moment. She wanted to see his face when he discovered the surprise.

***

We arrived at the agreed-upon spot, but Bruno still wasn’t there. I sent him a message, and he replied that he was on his way. The minutes dragged on endlessly. Daniela, in the back seat, played with the hem of her dress and breathed deeply. I watched her in the rearview mirror and wondered at what point my life had taken such a turn.

Bruno appeared walking toward us, freshly showered, wearing a shirt I had never seen him in. I lowered the window.

—And where’s the chick? —he asked, leaning in.

—Get in the back —I told him.

He opened the rear door, bent down to climb in, and froze halfway through the movement. It took him a couple of seconds to recognize her in the darkness of the truck.

—No fucking way —he murmured—. Mateo, are you serious?

Daniela laughed, delighted by the effect she had caused. She hiked up her dress and showed him her bare thighs almost to the groin.

—Get in, come on —she told him, making room—. Look at what you’re getting as a gift today.

Bruno looked at me for an explanation. I just shrugged.

—I told you it was a gift. Are you in, or are you getting out?

He climbed in. He closed the door. And all the way to the motel, Daniela kept turning him on: she took his hand and placed it on her thigh, then moved it higher until she left his fingers brushing against her soaked thong. Bruno adjusted the bulge in his pants without trying to hide it. I could feel electricity filling the pickup and a brutal erection pressing against my fly.

***

The room was simple: a large bed, an armchair in the corner, dim lighting. The three of us sat down, and for a moment no one knew what to say. Bruno opened a beer and drank almost the whole thing in one swallow.

—Relax —I told him, laughing at his nervousness—. No one’s forcing you.

—It’s just that I thought it was some other woman, not yours —he replied.

Daniela stood up. She planted herself in front of him, with the confidence the heels and dress had given her, and looked down at him. She slipped the strap off her shoulder and let the dress fall to her waist, revealing her bare tits, her nipples already hard and erect.

—Do I look slutty enough to you, Bruno? —she asked in a low voice—. Slutty enough for you to pull out that cock and stick it in me?

He swallowed. He looked her up and down and nodded slowly.

—You’ve got some fucking gorgeous tits —he said—. But this is really weird, bro.

—Then stop thinking and pull it out.

He got up from the armchair, yanked off his shirt, and pulled her toward him. He kissed her while grabbing her tits with both hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples until she moaned into his mouth. I remained seated on the edge of the bed, my cock hard inside my pants, feeling my heartbeat in my throat.

***

Daniela ran her hand over his pants and let out a hoarse sigh when she felt the bulge inside them.

—It’s huge —she said, glancing at me with a filthy smile—. Mateo, it’s so much bigger than yours.

She slowly lowered his zipper, pulled out his cock, and stared at it for a second before kneeling on the carpet. It was thick and long, with a purple head and prominent veins. She held it with both hands and couldn’t fit all of it.

—And Mateo isn’t joining us? —Bruno asked, still incredulous, his breathing ragged.

—He’s only watching —she replied, spitting a thread of saliva onto the glans and spreading it with her tongue—. Today I’m all yours. Today you’re going to treat me like a slut.

She took it into her mouth slowly, marking every inch, looking him in the eyes to see the effect she was having. She sucked him from the base to the tip, playing her tongue over the frenulum, making wet sounds that filled the room. Then she opened her throat and swallowed him whole until tears sprang into her eyes, her nose pressed against Bruno’s belly. He leaned his head back against the chair and grabbed her head with both hands, pushing it down.

—Holy fuck, you suck it so good —he panted.

Daniela pulled away for a second, strings of saliva hanging from her mouth to his cock, and laughed as she looked at me.

—Look what my mouth looks like with your friend’s cock in it, baby.

She put it back in. She licked his balls, sucked them one by one, then went back up and sped up her rhythm until Bruno told her he couldn’t hold back any longer. She didn’t pull away. She felt the tugs and spasms and took his entire load in her mouth with her eyes fixed on mine. She swallowed almost all of it and let the remainder run down her chin onto her tits.

She wiped herself with the back of her hand, licked her fingers, and turned toward me with a smile I had never seen before. She was enjoying the control, knowing that I couldn’t look away and that my cock was about to explode inside my pants.

***

It wasn’t enough for any of the three of us. Daniela stood up, took off her dress completely, and was left wearing only her heels and soaked thong. She straddled him in the armchair and immediately felt that his cock had gone hard again against her pussy.

—No fucking way, you’re ready again already —she said, grinding against him—. Take me to the bed and stick it all the way in.

Bruno ripped off her thong, carried her the few steps to the mattress, and laid her on her back. He spread her legs, settled between them, and ran the head of his cock up and down the lips of her pussy, coating himself in her juices, until she began to beg.

—Put it in already, you bastard. Don’t make me beg.

He penetrated her with a slowness that made Daniela arch her back and dig her fingers into the sheets. He pushed inside inch by inch, and when he reached the bottom, she let out a muffled cry.

—Oh, you son of a bitch, you’ve got such a big cock.

—It all fits —he murmured, beginning to move.

—That’s it, don’t stop —she moaned—. Mateo, look at your friend fucking me. Look how he’s stretching my pussy.

I stood to one side, unable to do anything but watch Bruno’s cock slide in and out, slick with my wife’s fluids. I took off my clothes, wrapped my hand around my cock, and moved closer. Daniela turned her head, found me with her mouth, and swallowed me while Bruno pounded her. Seeing her like that, shared between the two of us, with my cock filling her mouth and his filling her pussy, was the most intense thing I had felt in years.

They changed positions. She got on all fours on the bed, her ass raised, and he positioned himself behind her, holding her by the hips. He slapped one cheek, leaving a red mark, and then drove into her with one hard thrust. Every thrust tore a louder moan from her, and the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass filled the room. Between one thrust and the next, she told me the filthiest things I had ever heard her say.

—Look how he’s driving it into me, baby. Look how my pussy’s dripping. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had inside me.

I held her from the front, gripping her hair, pushing my cock all the way into her mouth while Bruno wrecked her from behind. I spit onto her tongue, and she swallowed without taking her eyes off mine. Bruno spread her cheeks with his thumbs and ran one over her asshole, wetting it with the juices running down her.

—Should I put it in here too? —he asked, looking at me as if asking for permission.

—Put it in me —she answered before I could—. Put it all in me, you bastard.

He sank his thumb into her ass while continuing to fuck her pussy, and Daniela came for the first time right there, trembling, clenching my cock between her teeth, soaking the sheets with a hot gush that ran down her thighs.

***

Bruno stopped for a moment, his cock gleaming all the way to the base, and turned her over for a sixty-nine on the bed. He lay on his back, and Daniela climbed on top of him, her open pussy over his face. Bruno stuck out his tongue, drove it between her swollen lips, licked her clitoris in circles, and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She writhed on top of him, her thighs trembling, while she swallowed his cock and made guttural noises.

I knelt beside them and caressed her tits while she sucked my friend. I squeezed her nipples and pinched them, and she moaned with her mouth full. Bruno grabbed her ass with both hands, spread it, and drove his tongue between her cheeks. Daniela let out a muffled scream and came again, rubbing her whole body against his mouth.

—Come here —she told him afterward, her voice hoarse, pulling him toward the armchair again—. I want to finish with your cum inside me.

She spread her legs at the edge of the armchair, and he penetrated her again, this time without pausing, the wet sound of his cock moving in and out filling the room. He grabbed her tits and bit them, while she dug her nails into his back, leaving red marks.

—Come inside me, you bastard. I want to feel it.

Bruno let out an animal growl and emptied himself inside her with three brutal thrusts. Daniela came at the same time, screaming in his ear and wrapping her legs around him so he wouldn’t slip out. She didn’t let go until the final tremor had passed and she felt the last spurt of semen inside her.

They lay there tangled together, kissing as if they were the lovers and I were the guest, while Bruno’s semen trickled from Daniela’s pussy down onto the armchair. I admit I felt a pang of jealousy. But I also felt something new, a different kind of arousal: the feeling of having given the woman I loved exactly what she wanted.

***

—Let’s take a shower. We won’t be long —Daniela said after a while, getting up on trembling legs, semen running down her thighs.

I left them alone. Several minutes passed, and, pricked by curiosity, I peeked into the bathroom. They were in the shower, laughing and speaking softly, their hands still all over each other. Bruno’s cock was hard again, and she was carefully soaping it while kneeling beneath the water, occasionally licking the head. Daniela saw me in the mirror’s reflection and, far from stopping, put it back in her mouth without taking her eyes off me and gestured for me to wait.

When they came out, wrapped in steam, there was no trace left of the tension from the beginning.

—Come here —she told me, taking my hand—. Now it’s your turn, my love. Come fuck your nice, wet wife.

I lay back on the bed with my hard cock pointing toward the ceiling. Daniela climbed on top of me and sank onto it in a single movement, riding me with Bruno’s load still inside her pussy. I felt my friend’s warm semen coating my cock and running down to my balls, and I nearly came from that alone.

—Do you feel how full he left me? —she whispered in my ear, moving her hips—. Do you feel his cum mixing with yours?

Bruno settled behind her, grabbed her tits from behind, and put his cock in her mouth when she turned her head. She sucked him while riding me, moving her ass in circles, moaning around his cock. I gripped her waist and began thrusting up into her, burying myself to the bottom while she swallowed my friend’s cock whole.

Watching her enjoy both of us, with a cock in each hole, feeling her squeeze me with another man’s cum filling her pussy, was enough. I came inside her with a cry that burst from my chest, mixing my semen with what Bruno had already left inside her. Almost at the same time, he emptied himself into Daniela’s mouth again, and she swallowed everything while looking me in the eyes, neither of us needing to say a word.

***

We left the motel after one in the morning. We dropped Bruno off near his house, and he said goodbye to Daniela with a long kiss at the pickup’s door, his hand slipping beneath her dress one last time, without any of the awkwardness from the beginning.

On the way home, she sat quietly in the passenger seat, her head resting against the window and a smile that wouldn’t fade. I held her hand at every traffic light. She still had her underwear in her purse, and without needing to look at her, I could feel the mixture of the two of us still trickling down her thighs.

—Would you do it again? —I asked her as we neared home.

She turned, looked at me with those tired, happy eyes, and didn’t hesitate.

—Only if you’re there to watch. And to fuck me afterward with his cum still inside me.

That night I understood that the fantasies we dare to fulfill don’t destroy what you have. Sometimes, if you share them with the right person, they make it even more yours.