What My Wife Discovered in the Swinging Scene

Lorena was pure instinct. She let herself be guided by her impulses, and sooner or later that had led her to my wife. She had sniffed out Carla’s potential before anyone else, even before me, and had set out to bring out her wilder side. I wasn’t complaining: everything she awakened in Carla ended up benefiting me.

Her husband, Diego, was little more than a pleasant shadow at her side. He let himself be led without putting up any resistance. With a woman like Lorena, it was impossible to hold the reins; she was far too overpowering to even try to tame.

“What day did you arrange to meet her?” I asked while clearing away the kitchen.

“This weekend we have to go pick up the kids from camp. The following weekend we’re going to the beach. So two Saturdays from now we’ll go eat at their house.”

“They have a magazine-worthy villa. Private pool, garden, everything.”

“That’s what you told me. I’ll finally get to see it. I haven’t been there yet,” Carla added, leaning against the doorframe.

The week passed without any surprises, although “without any surprises” had stopped meaning the same thing in our house. Since the kids were away, we lived naked behind closed doors. Any touch became sexual; any moment was a good one to seek out each other’s mouths or hands. Carla would kneel in the kitchen without warning and pull my cock from my trousers to suck it while I tried to wash the dishes, swallowing my load with a laugh before returning to what she had been doing. I would grab her by the hips in the hallway, bend her over any piece of furniture, and bury my cock to the hilt in her soaking pussy, fucking her standing up until she came, squeezing me with those spasms of hers that left me trembling. It made no difference whether we finished in bed, on the sofa, or standing against the counter. Carla was unleashed, and I did nothing but keep up with her.

***

One of those nights she came downstairs to the living room with one hand hidden behind her back and a mischievous little-girl smile.

“Guess what I’ve brought.”

“No idea. With you, it could be anything.”

“It’s something sexual. And it’s for you,” she replied, biting her lip.

She didn’t let me answer. She knelt between my legs, yanked down my trousers, and took my cock into her mouth without warning, swallowing it whole until the tip bumped against her throat. She drew it out slowly, a thread of saliva hanging from her lip, and sank down again, this time using her hand too, squeezing the base while her tongue circled my glans. She worked me over slowly, with that new patience she hadn’t had before, sucking my balls one at a time, licking me from my perineum to the tip, and only once she had me hard as she wanted did she show me what she had been hiding: a silicone toy shaped like a realistic pussy, with pink lips and an inner channel lined with ridges, the latest whim she had bought behind my back.

“I brought you some company. To give you pleasure while you watch.”

She gripped my cock at the base and brought the mold up until the silicone brushed the saliva-wet tip. Then she pushed. Very slowly, centimeter by centimeter, watching as my cock disappeared inside that rubber pussy, the silicone lips stretching to take it. Once it was fully inside, she began a gentle back-and-forth motion, twisting her wrist on every downward stroke so the ridges scraped along my shaft. I watched my swollen glans emerge and sink back in, gleaming with lubricant, while Carla licked her lips without taking her eyes off it. With her free hand she massaged my testicles with an almost cruel delicacy, squeezing and releasing, tugging very gently at the skin, lingering on the exact spot she knew perfectly well drove me crazy. Ten minutes like that, without speeding up, until I felt my orgasm rising from deep down. She noticed, yanked the toy out, and put my cock in her mouth just in time to swallow everything. I watched her close her eyes and run her tongue over the tip afterward, squeezing out the last drop.

I loved this Carla. Free, shameless, mistress of whatever she wanted. Nothing like the dull woman she had been a couple of years earlier, the one who lay on her back without enthusiasm, waiting for me to finish. She had always had a great body, but since she started going to the gym, the change was striking: firm legs, a narrower waist, higher breasts, a pert ass. She had set out to become the best version of herself, and she was working to achieve it.

She’s changing her completely, I thought. And the culprit had a first and last name. Her friendship with Lorena and her entry into that scene had lit a fire inside her. Carla wanted to be desired. She wanted to be the most coveted prey in a hunt where we were all, at the same time, prey and hunters.

***

Friday was our movie-and-drinks night. When I reached the living room, I could hear a woman screaming as though she were being murdered.

“Did you put on a horror movie? My God, listen to her scream.”

“It sounds like they’re killing her, doesn’t it? Look closely.”

I sat down and understood what she had chosen for the evening. It wasn’t horror. It was one of those movies where a petite blonde was at the mercy of a man with a gigantic cock, which he thrust all the way inside her while she howled.

“Would you like something like that?” I asked, pointing at the screen.

“I’d like you to sit in a chair in front of the bed and watch someone else fuck me. Some guy with a cock like that—thick, long, splitting me in two. And you staying still, your cock in your hand, watching another man fuck your wife.”

“Look what you do to me just by saying it.”

My erection was already outlined against the fabric, hard and throbbing. But before touching it, I wanted to get her ready. I paused the movie, went upstairs, and came back down with the biggest toy we owned—a black dildo as thick as my wrist—and a bottle of lubricant.

Carla was waiting for me with her legs spread on the sofa, her skirt raised to her waist, no panties, slowly stroking her pussy with two fingers, sinking them in to the knuckles and pulling them out glistening. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them without taking her eyes off me.

“Look what I brought.”

I showed her the dildo. She sat up, coated it with lubricant using both hands, massaging the silicone from top to bottom as though it were a real cock, then fixed the suction cup to the low table. She positioned herself with her back to me, squatting over it, guided the tip to her pussy, and, while the screams continued on-screen, slowly lowered herself. I watched her open up, her lips stretching around the thing, swallowing it centimeter by centimeter until she took it all in. She stayed still for a second, sitting fully on it, breathing through her mouth.

“Would you like to see me like this? Impaled like this, in front of you?”

“I’d be sitting there with my cock in my hand. If I saw you like that, I’d come in a minute.”

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” she panted. “Because after watching, you’re going to fuck me.”

She began to rise and fall. All I could see was her back, the curve of her waist, the way that black cock disappeared between her buttocks and emerged again, glistening with her juices. Each downward stroke drew a deeper moan from her, and the wet sound of her pussy swallowing the toy filled the living room over the movie. She reached her first orgasm before long: she crushed herself against the suction cup and stayed there trembling, squeezing her thighs together, with a muffled cry that rose from her belly. Even then she didn’t stop. She pulled the suction cup free, lay on her side with her head resting on my thighs, inserted the dildo herself, and kept pushing it in and out, looking into my eyes while I pulled out my cock and gripped it.

“Would you like them to fuck me while I’m leaning against you? That way you’d feel every thrust, feel how it shakes my whole body.”

“I’d love it. Feeling you tremble while you held on to me. Hearing you scream against my neck when he reached the bottom.”

“Then if that’s how you want it, that’s how it’ll be,” she said, her voice breaking under another wave that was already building.

Her second orgasm caught her with the dildo buried to the handle. She arched, a couple of squirts spilling onto her thigh and the sofa, and was left panting, her eyes glassy.

***

When she finally pulled the toy out, she made me kneel in front of her so I could see what she looked like: her pussy open and dilated, her lips swollen and red, dripping and waiting for me.

“Now you. And hard. Take me all the way.”

I put her on all fours on the sofa, grabbed her hips, and drove my cock into her with one thrust. I entered without the slightest resistance, all the way to the balls, and barely felt any friction. She was so open and so wet that my cock slid inside almost effortlessly.

“God, I can barely feel you. Is that how you want them to leave you? Torn apart?”

“If you can’t feel me, fuck me harder. Break me.”

I thrust with everything I had, grabbing her by the hair and slapping her ass with my palms every time I drove into her, and even so I could feel the extra space, her pussy surrendered after the dildo. Then she did something she had never done before: she pushed me away.

“Wait. I’ll masturbate, and it’ll tighten up again. It’s a pelvic-floor thing, a trick the instructor in our classes taught us.”

I stayed still, kneeling inches from her open pussy, my cock wet with her juices hanging between her legs as I watched her. She lay on her back, spread her legs, and began rubbing her clitoris with two fingers in quick circles, her breathing ragged. I matched her rhythm, gripping my cock and stroking it while keeping my eyes on her. When she reached climax and began to tremble, I watched her pussy open and close with every spasm, her lips squeezing together, and it was too much. I leaned over her and came in thick spurts across her tits, belly, and chin. Feeling the heat of my semen falling over her, Carla sped up her fingers and slipped into another orgasm that shook her hips uncontrollably, her whole body arching as though something had possessed her. When she calmed down, she ran her fingers over her chest, gathering my cum, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them one by one. Then she brought her mouth to my cock and slowly cleaned off what remained, deliberately licking my glans and sucking out the last drops without taking her eyes off me.

“Wow. I love the new Carla. Getting together with Lorena is changing you completely. For the better.”

“She’s opening up a whole world to me. Things that would never have occurred to me. And honestly, I’m enjoying it more than ever.”

“Me too, believe me.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, still sticky with semen and sweat, with no desire to let go.

***

Saturday morning we got dressed to go pick up the kids. The camp was a little over half an hour away. As soon as we got out of the car, they both came running to throw their arms around our necks.

Instead of going straight home, I took a detour. I had a surprise ready: a dinosaur theme park they were crazy about. Even Carla didn’t know.

“I love surprises,” my wife said, hugging me and kissing me in front of the children.

We spent the whole day among giant replicas and rides, then returned home for dinner. While the kids showered, we set the table on the terrace.

“Did you enjoy the week of walking around naked at home?” Carla asked, picking at something to eat.

“It wasn’t enough. Seeing you like that all day, with your tits bare and your pussy on display, kept me hard nonstop. And being able to fuck you whenever I felt like it made it even better.”

“Well, if we want, Lorena and Diego’s friends—the ones we’re having lunch with on Saturday—have a house on the coast. They can rent it to us for a weekend. Lorena says it’s secluded, with its own beach, and no one can see you. We could do whatever we wanted there.”

“We could get away for a few days. Talk to your parents or mine about watching the kids. And while we’re there, we could look for a club in the area; nobody knows us there.”

“Good idea. We’ll discuss it at lunch. And we can look on the app too, see if we find someone.”

The kids came downstairs and the conversation died there, although I had to hide a bulge stretching my trousers more than it should have. We had dinner on the terrace, listening to them excitedly recount everything they had done at camp: their new friends, the counselors, the excursions. They had had a wonderful time. And so had we, in our own way.

***

The following week, Carla came home from her class with a name written down on her phone. A couple from the app, with a username impossible to remember. That same night, once the kids had dropped exhausted into bed, we got into bed not to sleep but to study the profile, the phone’s light illuminating our faces.

“Look at her assets,” I commented when I saw the first photo. Large, firm tits, dark nipples showing beneath a wet T-shirt, and a mouth made for sucking cocks.

She swiped, and he appeared. A big man with a broad chest and arms that filled the screen, without much definition but with presence. In the next photo he was holding his cock, thick and long, with a swollen glans and a prominent vein running along it.

“Now that’s a powerful one. Look at the cock he has. He’ll split me open.” Carla’s eyes widened and she licked her lips. “I think we’re going to enjoy ourselves quite a lot. Good couple.”

“Would you get involved with her? Would you eat that pussy?”

“If she wants me to, yes. We’ll see how it goes. I’ve never done it, but there’s always a first time…”

My hand slid down her belly and found her soaked, dripping, ready for quite some time. I pushed in two fingers and pulled them out glistening with her juices.

“You’re soaking wet. I’ll take care of that right now.”

I slipped beneath the sheets while she kept looking at the photos with the phone held above her. I spread her legs and buried my tongue between the lips of her pussy, sucking her clitoris eagerly and pushing my tongue as far inside as it would go, while she writhed and pressed my head against her sex with her free hand. I made her come like that, with my mouth, before moving up and thrusting into her all the way. I fucked her slowly, whispering in her ear everything they would do to her on Saturday, how they would put her on all fours, how she would suck two cocks at once, how that big man would split her open while I watched and touched myself. She came twice more before I emptied myself inside her, pinning her against the mattress. That was only the beginning of a long night of whispering in each other’s ears everything we planned to do, everything we imagined might happen on Saturday, in that luxurious house, with two couples waiting to have lunch with us and the rest of the afternoon still to be written.

I turned off the light much later, Carla asleep on my arm, my semen still trickling between her thighs, and the certainty that there was no turning back. Nor did we want there to be.