The fantasy of my husband that ended up becoming mine

So many years of marriage. So many shared nights, so many secrets uncovered since we started dating as nearly-kids. I thought I had seen everything in him, knew every corner of his desire. That’s why, when one ordinary night he blurted out that confession, I was left speechless.

He said it like someone commenting on the weather, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Was this really my husband? The man with whom I had learned absolutely everything about sex? I would never have imagined he was hiding that fantasy. Not in my darkest dreams.

It’s not that we were a conventional couple. We had once tried swinging with another couple. It wasn’t something we did often, but we both felt a certain adventure was good for our sex life. There were no jealousies or recriminations afterward. We felt as free as we were in love, and it only added to us.

We had even had a threesome or two, with women and with men, purely out of a desire to explore our limits, if we even had any.

But above all, it was always us and our complicity. So when he proposed that to me, even though it threw me off balance, I didn’t shut the door on him.

—Love, there’s something I’d like to try. It may surprise you, but I need to tell you —he said softly.

I adjusted the pillow, lifted my head a little, and prepared to listen.

—Tell me.

—How do I put this… Since the world started changing, since someone can feel like a woman and live as one, I’ve been curious about what it would be like to be with someone like that. I find it exotic, erotic… I don’t even know how to say it to you.

—Are you telling me you’d like to sleep with a trans woman?

—Basically, yes. But always with you there. I want to discover what it feels like to be with a woman who still has something of the other.

—So —I pressed— she’d have a woman’s face, breasts, and body, but still have a cock.

Blushing a little, he nodded.

—Honey, you’ve got me completely thrown —I smiled as I said it—. I never would have pictured you into that. But if that’s what you want, I have no problem with it. How do we do it? Do we hire someone or look on our own?

—No, no, none of that hiring stuff. It has to be mutual, something both sides want. You know I hate that kind of arrangement.

—Sounds perfect to me. We can start looking whenever you want.

It was Monday night when it came up. We didn’t want to rush. On Saturday we’d go out partying, and we knew the neighborhood well enough to find something like that.

***

Clinging clothes, good makeup, a generous neckline, and plenty of desire. That’s how I looked at myself in the mirror that night. Mateo looked just as lively and handsome as ever.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled tonight, the rascal. I laughed to myself at the thought.

We parked the car far away. With our arms around each other’s waists, we disappeared into the lit streets. We were determined to fulfill his dream.

It wasn’t easy, not at all. Many drinks, many conversations with girls who had exactly what we were looking for, but none willing to have a three-way.

We almost gave up. It was very late and I think we’d walked half the city.

We ordered one last drink in a small place. Mostly to toast our failure with a laugh.

—At least we’ll always have next time —he joked, lifting his glass.

All kinds of people were around us. Young people and not-so-young people wandered about there, each looking for their own thing.

A discreet nudge made me follow the direction my husband’s eyebrows were pointing.

Two girls were dancing almost in front of us. You didn’t need to be a fortune-teller to understand what kind of women they were; maybe their hands gave them away. Even so, they were two true beauties, that much was obvious.

The truth is, we didn’t know how to approach them. We were both nervous. We were looking for one, and they were two.

Almost hand in hand, they came over to the bar to get something. Mateo didn’t hesitate.

—Hi, would you let me buy you a drink? You’ve impressed my wife… and me too.

They must have seen something in us. They accepted without issue as they introduced themselves. There was a carefree, cheerful air about them that was irresistible.

They had to be in their early twenties. Very well made up, very coquettish. Their bodies were pure magnetism, even more so dressed as they were. They looked experienced, but not defensive at all: open, fun, fully aware of how sexy they were.

We talked for quite a while. They had such a clever way of speaking that they had us completely hooked.

The looks they kept throwing at my husband were obvious. They even dared, laughing, to congratulate me on him.

After a while, it was time to make the proposal. In truth we were only looking for one, but…

They didn’t even flinch. They smiled mischievously, as if they understood each other without needing to speak.

Daniela, the older of the two, leaned on Mateo’s shoulder and, with complete shamelessness, brushed her breast against his arm.

—Do you really want to be with us? I think you know what we are.

With a completely serious face, he replied:

—I know exactly what you are, and I want it very much. Deep down we were looking for just one, but if you both feel like it, there’s no problem on our side.

Looks that hovered between suspicion and disbelief. A hand sliding down his thigh.

—But… do you want us to be with both of you? —the other one, Sabrina, asked.

—As far as I’m concerned, either one —I cut in, resting my palm on a bare thigh. Something that seemed to please her.

They exchanged more looks. Perhaps a little doubt. But they finished their drinks and said, almost at once:

—Shall we go?

As if we were a group of lifelong friends, we left the club. We found the car and headed home.

***

While Mateo was driving, I felt a hand sliding around my waist from the back seat. A beautiful face peeked between the two front seats.

I felt her coming closer to my breast. She caressed it slowly until she made me shiver. They were getting straight to the point, there was no doubt about that. My husband kept glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, trying not to take his eyes off the road.

By the time we got home, my panties were already soaked.

A few more drinks, fresh laughter, and a stolen kiss from Mateo that left him breathless.

My God, they were not shy at all.

I let them do as they pleased while I settled into an armchair. I wanted to watch my husband’s reactions.

Seated on either side of him, they took turns devouring his mouth. They opened his shirt until his chest was bare. Four hands began to roam him at will.

He wasn’t standing still either. His fingers groped those firm asses or slipped beneath their blouses in search of their breasts.

I watched enchanted. I wanted one and I’ve got two. This is going to be very fun.

They grew tired of kissing, caressing, and licking. Those mouths knew what they were doing, but they weren’t in any hurry.

They left him there sitting, with a very obvious erection under his pants, and came for me.

They took me by surprise.

Just like Mateo, they kissed me until I could feel their tongues in my throat. They took my breasts in their hands together, and a shiver ran through me.

I didn’t stay still either. Those breasts drew me in and I wanted to feel them in my hands, in my mouth.

I had four breasts all to myself, two mouths, two asses, four thighs, and a wild urge to dive between those legs.

I lifted one skirt and moved up a soft thigh. At the same time, I did the same with my other hand on the other girl.

I got to where they joined. I could guess the feel of a damp fabric. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it.

I searched until I found two pieces of warm flesh. They weren’t fully firm yet, but they were already taking shape.

I massaged them until they were free and felt hard between my fingers. The two of them kissed over my head, never taking their eyes off my husband.

As if they had agreed on it, they stood up beside me. Their skirts fell to the floor and two cocks jerked in front of my eyes. They brought them to my mouth and I couldn’t help taking them in turn, while they squeezed my breasts.

I licked, sucked, took them as best I could without taking my eyes off Mateo. In theory that wasn’t for me, but I was so wet that I cared very little about theory.

They let me have my way and then, just as they had done with me, they left me seated and went to my husband.

Those cocks, still tasting of my spit, moved toward his face. He stared at them as if hypnotized.

He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and let himself go, alternating between one and the other.

His expression said it all. He was enjoying himself like never before.

He took them in his hands, played with his mouth, squeezed those asses to his liking.

One of them freed his cock from the prison of his pants and started stroking him slowly. Moans of pure pleasure floated around me.

My hand went to my clit. That scene had me on the edge. I needed pleasure, and I needed it now.

I moistened my fingers with saliva and spread my legs in front of them. My sex was fully exposed as I circled the tip over the exact spot.

One of the girls knelt down until she could reach my husband’s cock with her mouth. His jolt confirmed that the decision had been the right one.

I watched her swallow him down to the hilt, letting saliva run all down the shaft. He kept sucking the other one, who pushed her hips forward, taking him down her throat.

I stood up to move closer. Enough of solo pleasure already.

I pulled that flesh away from Mateo’s mouth and invited him to share it. Between the two of us we made the girl’s knees tremble.

Our tongues met at the tip or fought to claim it.

A hand took my breasts, squeezed my nipples, and pushed me to rub myself against the sofa arm, right where I needed it most.

The other girl was still intent on getting the best out of my husband. I saw her lick between his legs and slide a finger between his ass cheeks. He offered no resistance.

***

Somewhat tired of the position, I dragged the three of them to our bed. There we had all the space we needed.

The few remaining clothes flew off. Four naked bodies were giving each other pleasure without caring who was who.

My husband licked a breast that wasn’t mine. I sucked a cock that wasn’t his. Hands spread my thighs while fingers played with my pussy.

I felt saliva all over my body.

I climbed up to snatch Mateo’s cock from one of the girls; I wanted to feel it inside me.

There was no resistance whatsoever. My position on top of him left my ass fully on display.

A tongue slipped between my buttocks until it reached the most sensitive spot. I had to press my lips together not to scream while I felt my husband filling me from within. One finger entered softly, then two. An incredible massage, while one of them drove her cock into my mouth or Mateo’s. A brief sting, and that firm flesh forced its way in.

—My God… —I wanted to die. I completely forgot that this was my husband’s fantasy. I even felt selfish.

I came not long after, like a teenager. They were still hard.

I let myself fall to one side to catch my breath. And in front of me, the boldest scene I had ever seen unfolded.

Pulling Mateo along, they put him on all fours. I saw a mouth slip between his buttocks while another cock covered his own.

Soon the turn changed: the tongue gave way to a reddened tip that pressed until it forced its way in. He complained, but he endured the thrust.

Slowly, without forcing it, with a generous dose of lubricant, my husband took that flesh while his moans were muffled by the other one.

By then I had rested my cheek against his back. I wanted to see it up close.

With my hands I spread his ass cheeks to make entry easier. I was stunned. Stunned and hot, very hot again.

One hand was playing with my sex and devoted sounds reached me from beneath my husband. There was no doubt he was enjoying both of them at once. Double fantasy fulfilled.

After a while, the roles changed. While one of the girls penetrated the other, my husband penetrated her and I brought my sex to her mouth. That girl knew how to use her tongue, really knew how to use it.

It was a total madness of a night. I don’t think there was a position we didn’t try or a corner we didn’t attend to.

I felt a warm stream on my skin while another cock emptied into Mateo’s mouth, just inches from my face. Yes, I licked what leaked out.

I saw my husband trembling as he spilled inside one of them. I came just from watching the two of them empty themselves into him, one from the front and one from behind.

I thought I was losing my mind when the three of them demanded me at once, each claiming a different part of my body.

I couldn’t say how many times I came, but I’m clear that my husband’s fantasy had become mine too.

Spent, the four of us ended up lying on the bed. A heap of satisfied bodies but, deep down, wanting much more.

I think that night we opened a door that will be very hard to close again. If we ever want to.