My Friend’s Wife Wanted to Try Another Woman

Damián invited me over to his place for a few beers to celebrate the promotion he’d been chasing for months. I arrived on time, promising myself I wouldn’t stay as late as I had the last time. His wife, Carla, was one of those women it’s hard to stop looking at: dark-haired, tall, with huge breasts that filled out whatever blouse she wore. Damián, who had known me since university, knew better than anyone how much I liked women like that. Sometimes, half-joking, he’d send me a photo of her coming out of the shower. I’d laugh, but I saved them.

When I rang the bell, it was her who opened the door. Not my friend. And she wasn’t dressed like a woman receiving her husband’s friend at nine at night. She was wearing a brown leather skirt that barely covered her ass and a completely see-through white blouse. No bra. Her nipples stood out against the fabric like two dark spots that made me swallow before I even said hello. I stammered when I asked where Damián was.

—He’s not back yet —she said, stepping aside so I could come in—. He asked me to take good care of you.

The way she said “good” made it perfectly clear that this night was not going to be a dinner between friends.

She led me into the living room and came back from the kitchen with two beers. She sat down on the couch across from me and crossed her legs. She wasn’t wearing underwear under the skirt either. I caught a glimpse a second before she settled herself, and she noticed. She smiled without looking at me directly.

We started chatting about anything and everything: work, the heat that week, a trip to the coast they were planning. But Carla kept shifting on the couch, running her fingers along her neck, playing with a lock of hair. Every gesture seemed calculated to make me look at her tits. And I looked without shame, because by then I no longer felt like pretending.

This woman is flirting with me and her husband is about to walk in.

Damián came through the door just as I finished my first beer. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and the usual question: whether they were taking good care of me. I told him they were, wonderfully. Then he went over to Carla, kissed her on the mouth with tongue, and grabbed her ass under the skirt. I looked away by reflex. He noticed.

—Are you behaving yourself, baby? —he asked her.

—Yes —Carla answered, looking at me.

Damián turned to me with his beer in hand.

—Renata, has my wife already shown you her tits?

I laughed nervously and said something like that they could be seen perfectly through the blouse. He shook his head slowly, never losing his smile.

—The instruction was for her to show them to you. And if you wanted to lick them, she was supposed to let you.

I felt the heat rise up my neck to my ears. Carla was already unbuttoning her blouse.

***

When the fabric fell over the back of the couch, I was left speechless. She had the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen in my life. Big, firm, with wide dark areolas, and nipples pointing upward as if they’d been waiting for something for hours. Damián had settled into the chair across from us with his beer, as calm as someone who had already decided everything in advance.

—Go on, Renata —he said—. Carla wants to know what it feels like to be with a woman. And you’re the only friend of mine I’ve ever shown them to. Help yourself.

I didn’t wait for another invitation. I knelt in front of the couch where she was sitting and ran my tongue over one nipple, slowly, without quite touching it. She drew in a deep breath. Then I took it into my mouth, all of it, and started sucking it calmly, alternating with the other one, biting just a little, playing with the tip of my tongue. Carla moaned softly at first, as if she still didn’t dare, and little by little she got louder.

My hands didn’t stay still. I hiked her skirt up to her waist and stroked her ass, then her thighs, then the insides of her thighs, until I got where I wanted to go. She was soaking wet. I brushed my fingers over her without going in, just tracing.

—Do you want me to lick you too? —I asked against her breast.

—Yes —she said, barely audible.

I made her slide to the edge of the couch and put one leg over my shoulder. She had shaved pussy, thin lips, everything on display. I told her to relax, that if anything made her uncomfortable she should tell me and we’d stop. Damián, from the other couch, gave a short laugh.

—Don’t worry, Renata. Look at her face. She loves it.

It was true. Carla had her eyes half-closed and her lips parted. I asked her, looking right at her, if she liked being a slut that night. She took a second to answer.

—Yes.

—Who’s your slut for? —I said, copying Damián’s tone.

—Damián’s —she answered automatically.

—And tonight mine too?

—Tonight yours too.

I took off my shirt and bra completely. I lowered my head and ran my tongue over her whole pussy, from bottom to top, several times, until she started pushing herself against my mouth. Then I focused on her clit. I held it between my lips, pressed it just a little with my teeth, worked it with the tip of my tongue until I felt it turn hard and throbbing. Carla was squeezing my head with both hands.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop.

I didn’t stop. I buried my tongue in her as far as I could, then went back to the clit, then down again, until I felt her trembling all over and emptying into my mouth with a long moan. I sat up with the taste still on my tongue and kissed her. I passed her own fluids back into her own mouth, and she kissed me back with an intensity I hadn’t expected from a beginner.

—You taste good —I told her.

***

Damián suggested we move to the bedroom. On the way we finished undressing. Carla lay down on her back and I settled on top of her the opposite way, in sixty-nine. I told her in her ear not to worry, that if she didn’t want to lick me she didn’t have to. But she already had her face between my legs before I finished the sentence.

She was awkward, of course. It was obvious it was her first time trying a pussy, that she didn’t really know where to put her tongue or how much pressure to use. But the awkwardness had its charm: the surrender of someone discovering something new, the care not to make a mistake. I, on the other hand, was so turned on I had no trouble at all. A few minutes later I came in her mouth with a cry she swallowed. Then she came again on mine. We changed positions and stayed tangled together, legs intertwined, sex rubbing together, both of us sucking each other’s tits whenever we could reach them.

Damián watched us from a chair in the bedroom without touching himself, still dressed. At some point he stood up, opened a drawer in the dresser, and came back with a thick, long purple dildo. He put it in my hand.

—Renata, put her on all fours. I want to see her like the delicious bitch she is.

Carla obeyed without needing to be asked twice. She got on her knees on the bed, ass up and face pressed into the pillow. She had a perfect ass: round, lifted, with skin still white from never having received a single slap from me. I gave her one. Then another. Then another, until her cheeks turned red and she started trembling as if each strike were bringing her closer to orgasm.

—I told you she loves spanking —Damián said from behind—. Same as you.

I slid the dildo in slowly at first, then with rhythm, my free hand gripping one cheek. Carla was screaming into the pillow.

—Like that, like that, give me more, harder, fuck me, Renata, fuck me.

I was fucking her with the dildo and coming on my own, almost without touching myself. Well, almost. Damián had come up behind me and, while Carla had her face buried in the bed, was fingering me with two fingers, motioning for me to be quiet. I later found out the arrangement between them had been that he wouldn’t participate, that he’d just watch. He didn’t care about breaking it. Neither did I.

When I told Carla I wanted to put it in her ass, she answered without hesitation.

—Yes, do whatever you want. I’m yours tonight.

I spread her cheeks with both hands and ran my tongue over her slowly. I got it nice and wet, slid a finger in to stretch her open, and when I felt she was ready I brought the dildo to her with more saliva. It went in with resistance, and she moaned from the pain. I asked if I should stop. She practically shouted no.

—Fuck my ass, please.

I obeyed. I pushed it all the way in, gave her time to get used to it, and then started thrusting slowly, then faster. Watching her open and close around the dildo, watching her move her hips to take it, drove me to orgasm after orgasm. I kept spanking her while I fucked her with it.

—You’re a delicious slut, Carla.

—I’m such a slut —she screamed—. I love cock, I love tits, I love pussy, and from today on Renata fucks me whenever she wants.

***

The three of us ended up sprawled on the bed, sweaty, the sheets a mess. Damián brought a towel and two more beers. Carla rested her head on my chest with her eyes closed, smiling as if she had just discovered something she’d been looking for for years. We had agreed it would be a secret between the three of us.

Months later, at a barbecue with mutual friends, another friend’s husband grabbed my arm in the kitchen and whispered in my ear that he already knew I’d fucked Carla, and that it was better than the way Damián fucked her, and when I was going to make his wife happy. I smiled at him without answering.

But when people ask nicely, you end up saying yes. Though that’s another story.