My Girlfriend Agreed to Fulfill My Fantasy with Her Friend

This is the third story of how things unfolded with Camila, my girlfriend, without either of us planning them all the way through. It started as an innocent game between two people who loved each other, and ended up in a place I hadn’t even dared imagine.

To understand this chapter, it helps to remember the last one: one afternoon, a shared joke and a blowjob that ended with her on her knees, my cock all the way down her throat, asking me between gagging and saliva to cum in her mouth as if I were someone else, as if I were a stranger using her however he wanted. That afternoon Camila sucked my dick with a devotion I didn’t know she had, her tongue curled around the head, eyes watering, looking up at me while telling me dirty things I’d never heard from her. I ended up unloading my whole load into her mouth and she swallowed every drop without taking my cock out, and then she asked for more. I spent days chewing on that experience, not quite knowing what to do with everything I’d felt.

That same week I messaged Matías, my best friend since high school, and told him I needed to talk to him privately. He knew me better than anyone, and if there was anyone I could speak to without holding anything back, it was him.

—I’m feeling weird, man. My head’s all over the place —I wrote him.

—Did something happen with Camila? —he answered right away.

—Something did. But not what you think.

I told him everything in detail. I told him about Camila’s friend, I told him about the roleplay, I told him my girlfriend had asked me to shove my cock down her throat and cum in her mouth as if he were the one there, fucking her shamelessly. I even sent him the exact words Camila had whispered to me: “fuck my mouth like you’d fuck hers, treat me like a whore.” Matías took a while to answer.

—And how are you with that? —he asked me at last.

—I don’t know what to think, I swear. Part of me was fascinated. The other doesn’t know whether it should be angry.

—Don’t overthink it so much, brother —he told me—. It’s a game. If she trusts you enough to step into that fantasy, that’s a sign of something good, not something bad. As long as the two of you enjoy it and nobody feels used, what’s the problem?

Hearing that eased my anxiety a little. Matías always had that way of standing in front of things without making a scene, of looking at everything sideways and finding a new meaning in it. After a while I turned the question back on him.

—And you? What turns you on? Any fantasy you never dared tell anyone?

He took a while to answer. When he did, I knew he was being sincere.

—Watching two girls fucking each other. But not just anything, you know. Eating each other’s pussy for real, fingers in, making each other scream. Seeing the desire between them, not something acted out. That drives me crazy. I could jerk off in a corner and not even touch either of them; just seeing them lick each other’s tits is enough for me.

I burst out laughing on the other side of the chat.

—You’re sick! —I wrote back—. I’m in. We’ll buy popcorn, take our dicks out, and watch the show, come on.

We left it at that, laughing. But that conversation stuck in my head like a hook. All the next day I couldn’t think of anything else. Matías’s fantasy seemed completely possible to me, and the idea of Camila with another woman, eating her pussy while I watched, set me on fire from the inside. I jerked off three times that day, imagining my girlfriend with her face buried between another woman’s legs, her tongue inside some other cunt, moaning with a mouth full.

***

Camila worked as a cashier at a self-service store fifteen blocks from our place. She got off at nine at night, and I usually went to pick her up on foot. The walk back was our private moment: we’d talk about the day, make plans for the weekend, complain about work. That night I chose that stretch to drop the bomb.

—Baby, I’ve got an idea in my head that won’t leave me alone —I told her a block and a half in.

—Oh yeah? Tell me —she said with a sideways smile.

—It’s crazy. And I know you’re going to say no.

—If it turns you on enough to announce it like that, maybe I can handle it. Tell me.

I took a deep breath. My palms were cold despite the summer humidity.

—The idea of seeing you fuck another woman turns me on. Seeing you suck her tits, put your tongue in her cunt, letting another girl lick your whole body. Me being there, sitting down, watching you, with my cock out. That’s it.

We walked a few steps in silence. I looked at her from the side, expecting a flat refusal, but she bit her lip before answering.

—Hmm… I’m not into women. You know that.

—I know.

—Although… —she left the word hanging—. Once, at a pregame with a friend, we kissed to get a guy we liked worked up. And the kiss went on for a while. Tongue and everything. We both ended up with the other’s hand under our shirt, touching each other’s tits over our bras, and I felt my panties getting wet in a way I didn’t expect.

She said it with a naughty little smile, like she was confessing an old mischief she still enjoyed remembering. My heart started pounding in my throat, and I could feel my cock swelling inside my pants too. That “I’m not into women” had an asterisk, and the asterisk was huge.

—What I don’t like —she went on— is the idea of another woman sucking your dick or you putting your cock in anyone who isn’t me. If it’s just you watching and me letting a girl fuck my mouth and my pussy, maybe I could do it.

—That’s more than enough for me —I told her, trying not to sound too excited.

We walked another block in silence, both of us thinking the same thing and not daring to say it.

—And who with? —I asked at last.

—I think I know who —she answered—. But give me a few days.

That night I didn’t sleep a wink. My mind spun like a merry-go-round, and every time I closed my eyes I saw images that still didn’t have a face: two cunts rubbing together, four tits pressed against each other, Camila’s tongue going in and out of a stranger’s pussy. I jerked off twice in bed, trying not to wake her, and came both times thinking of the same thing.

***

Camila had a high school classmate, Renata, who had openly admitted she liked women since she was fifteen. They’d been very close friends, but according to Camila, nothing had ever happened between them. Just friendship. And to make everything more tangled, Renata was Matías’s cousin.

It took us almost two weeks to put the situation together. Camila started talking to Renata by chat, carefully told her the idea, said she was in a relationship with me and that was the proposal. Renata made us beg at first. She said she didn’t want to ruin the friendship, that she needed to think about it, that she was seeing a girl and didn’t know how she’d react. After several days she said yes, that it would be between the two of them and no one else, and she sent Camila a message my girlfriend read to me in bed that same night: “I’m going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop, and I’m not going to let you stop.”

The condition was clear from the beginning: I wouldn’t participate. Just watch, cock in hand if I wanted, but no touching. That, at least, was what the two of them said.

What neither of them knew was that I’d also convinced Matías to come. I told him the whole situation, confessed that the fantasy he’d told me about could come true that very night, and that his cousin was one of the stars. At first he hesitated.

—What if Renata gets mad at me for being there, watching her fuck another girl?

—Let me handle that —I told him—. Camila’s setting her up for it. And you, you’re in.

In the end he agreed. He agreed with a smile I hadn’t seen in years, that half-smirk of the teenager who discovers that something forbidden can also be allowed.

***

It was a Friday night. The four of us got together at the apartment. Camila had put together some snacks with cheeses, cold cuts, olives, and two bottles of very cold white wine. That was the plan: set the night in motion, loosen the tongue, loosen everything.

Renata arrived with Matías. When I saw them walk in I thought: this is going to be worth every minute of waiting.

She was the same age as Camila, just turned twenty-two. Short, not quite five-foot-three, but everything about her was in exactly the right place. Long, straight brown hair falling down her back, firm legs, a round, perky ass outlined beneath the short shorts she’d worn for the occasion, so tight you could see the seam of her ass every time she bent over. Small but perky tits, with her nipples pushing against the tank top without a bra, two hard little points showing every time she moved. A bright smile and a look that stuck in you a second longer than it should.

Camila was gorgeous too. She’d put on a short skirt that showed her legs up to the start of her ass, a black T-shirt from her favorite heavy metal band, her hair full of loose curls falling over her shoulders, her eyes made up with a line just a shade darker than usual. Underneath, I knew she had on the red lace thong that marked the shape of her pussy lips when she bent over. I’d known her for three years and had never seen her dress up like that for anyone coming over.

—You’ve grown up, Renata! —Matías told her when they greeted each other—. Last time I saw you, you were fourteen and had braces.

—And you’re still just as much of a dork —she shot back, laughing and kissing him on the cheek.

We sat on the living room sofa, the four of us around the coffee table, and started swapping stories. Camila and Renata dug up school anecdotes: ridiculous teachers, boyfriends no one remembered anymore, the time they’d skipped out to the park during gym class. Matías told stories from his childhood with his cousin, summers at their grandmother’s house, endless games in the yard. I laughed, poured wine, watched, my cock half-erect under my pants.

By the time the second bottle was half gone, both girls’ cheeks were flushed. Camila had taken off her sneakers and had her legs crossed on the sofa, her skirt riding up enough for the red fabric between her thighs to be visible. Renata had settled in beside her, very close, too close. Every now and then they brushed arms, knees, and laughed for no reason. At one point Renata placed her hand on Camila’s bare thigh and didn’t move it for several seconds. My girlfriend looked down at that foreign hand on her skin and said nothing. I swallowed and felt my cock harden completely.

At one point Renata went to the bathroom. The moment she closed the hallway door, Camila turned toward us, shushed us to get our attention and, without getting up from the sofa, lifted her skirt to her waist. She had on the same red thong that had shown up in the photos I’d shown Matías a few weeks earlier. The fabric barely covered her pussy lips, a wet red triangle, already with a dark stain in the center betraying how long she’d been soaked. She spread her legs for a second, ran two fingers over the fabric, brought them to her mouth and sucked them while looking at both of us. My friend’s eyes went wide as frying pans and he bit his lip to keep from saying anything. I saw him adjust the bulge under his pants.

Camila pulled her skirt back down just as the bathroom chain was heard. She settled into the sofa like nothing had happened and winked at us.

Matías and I looked at each other. It was time.

—Man, come with me to the corner store to buy cigarettes? —I said, standing up—. We’re out.

—Sure, I’m coming.

It was a basic excuse, but it worked. The two of us left. The idea was to give the girls ten minutes alone, enough for whatever was supposed to happen to happen, or for them to laugh it off and kill the mood.

At the corner store we bought a pack, another bottle of white wine, and came back slowly, stretching out every block. Matías was serious, focused, like he was walking onto a field. I couldn’t stop smiling, my cock still hard, pressing against my pants.

When I put the key in the apartment door, the two of them jumped like two teenagers caught doing something. But they didn’t pull apart.

They were on the sofa, facing each other, their legs entangled, Renata’s hands resting on Camila’s waist, under her shirt, already sliding up toward her tits. They were whispering something we couldn’t hear. Camila had her lips parted, her breathing short and her eyes bright. Renata was pressed against her ear, whispering something that made her smile in a way I’d never seen before, with a new, yielding little grin.

—Don’t worry, keep doing your thing —I said, setting the bags on the table with the most casual voice I could fake.

Matías sat in the single armchair in silence, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on his cousin and my girlfriend like watching was the only thing left in life. I settled into the three-seater, at the other end of the sofa they were occupying. Neither of us was breathing hard. The living room fell into a thick stillness, full of electricity.

Camila looked at me out of the corner of her eye. I nodded once.

Then Renata kissed her.

It started as a soft kiss, just the brush of lips, almost a question. Camila didn’t pull away. She closed her eyes, lifted a hand and rested it on Renata’s neck, and returned the kiss with a slowness that left me breathless. After a few seconds I saw her open her mouth and let the other girl’s tongue in, and the two tongues started playing outside, in plain view, in a wet, noisy kissing session that made my blood boil. Renata bit her lower lip, tugged a little, let go, and went back into her mouth. The hand that had been under Camila’s shirt finished its climb and grabbed one of her tits over the bra. My girlfriend let out a short, muffled moan against the other woman’s mouth, and it shot through me like a current.

***

And here I have to stop.

I know it’s a betrayal. I know the moment everyone has been waiting for is exactly the one I’m saving for the next story. But the night deserves to be told in detail, calmly, with every gesture and every word we said, every moan, every load, every position. If I cram it in here, I’ll ruin it.

What came after was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life: two women undressing in my living room, eating each other out on my sofa, moaning with their faces soaked in each other’s juices, while Matías and I jerked off a meter away without saying a word. And the hardest thing to process the next day. Because that Friday night opened a door for Camila and me that never closed again, and confirmed for Matías that his fantasies carry real weight when you dare to drag them out of the chat and into a room with real people.

The next story starts right at that kiss. With everything that got unleashed after it, the slow movements, the clothes that fell one by one, the soaked panties left on the floor, the dirty things Renata said while running her tongue over my girlfriend’s neck, tits, and pussy, and the look Matías and I exchanged, dicks in hand, when we understood that night was going to be very, very long.

(To be continued.)