The Mature Wife Her Husband Wanted to Share with Me

I was driving back euphoric after spending the weekend in the mountains, my head still somewhere else, when my phone rang inside the car. It was Rubén, an old partner in adventures whom I ran into every so often whenever one of us found a plan worth sharing.

“Marcos, I didn’t tell you, but I put an ad on a liberal website and a very curious couple wrote to me,” he said, getting straight to the point. “She’s around forty and he’s over fifty. Are you with me?”

“I’m with you. I’m alone in the car, hands-free. Go on.”

“I’ve been messaging them for days, and yesterday we spoke on the phone. They’re looking for someone special for an intimate friendship. I can’t offer them that, but I told them about you. They haven’t seen any photos; I only told them you’re very tall, slim, and well endowed. And it turns out that’s exactly what they’re looking for: the husband wants to surprise his wife and have both of us with her while he watches. He likes the idea, although he doesn’t know how she’ll react. What do you say?”

“I’ll get there before lunch, stop by home, and come over. Tell me where you arranged to meet.”

“At a hotel café in Pozuelo, at five. I’m running short on time; I’m leaving Getafe around four-thirty. When you’re there, text me and I’ll give your number to the husband. He already knows about you, so don’t let me down. It took them a while to take the step, and they have no experience.”

“Relax. Send me a picture of her; I have no idea what she looks like.”

A few seconds later, two pictures arrived. A woman posing on the beach: an unassuming face, short hair, small breasts, but spectacular legs and hips that were asking for trouble. One of those women who enjoy themselves, I thought. She wasn’t exactly my type, and even so, it was enough to give me an idea of the afternoon ahead.

***

I swapped the sports car for something more discreet and reached the hotel half an hour early. I stayed outside for a while, purely out of curiosity, until I saw them walking over from the parking lot. She was unmistakable: black shorts, a loose white linen blouse, and mid-heeled espadrilles with ribbons tied around her calves. He wore jeans and a green polo shirt—the agreed-upon signal—along with a slight belly and an unkempt beard of gray and dark hairs that did him no favors.

I went into the café ten minutes later. He gestured to me from a corner table, and I walked over.

“Hi, good afternoon. I’m Marcos, Rubén’s friend.”

“Hello, Marcos. He told us a lot about you. I’m Damián, and this is Carolina.”

“A pleasure,” I said, and sat down.

Carolina couldn’t take her eyes off me. It was a frank, assessing look, the look of a woman who knew perfectly well what she was calculating even while pretending she wasn’t calculating anything. I ordered a coffee. While we waited for Rubén, we talked about this and that, feeling each other out. A few minutes later he arrived, and the conversation loosened up: they had already spoken on the phone, and Carolina was more comfortable than she appeared.

Forty minutes later, Damián suggested what I had been expecting.

“Why don’t we continue at home over a drink? We’re just a step away.”

I paid, we headed out to the cars, and I followed them. I couldn’t believe it: theirs entered the same development where I lived, turned two streets before mine, and parked in the garage of a house a mile from my own. Neighbors without knowing it.

The living room was spacious, decorated in black and white, with a long sofa facing a fireplace and a huge south-facing window. Carolina brought coffee and a jug of milk. The four of us sat in a circle, the two of them in individual armchairs and us on the large sofa.

“Would you like a shot?” Damián asked.

“We don’t drink,” I said, “but I’ve brought something. Do you like coffee liqueur? I have a Galician one that goes down like silk. If you like it, I’ll leave you the bottle.”

“Galician?” Carolina straightened up, suddenly interested. “My mother’s grandmother was from the estuary. I adore that area.”

“I’m from there, although I’ve spent half my life in Madrid,” I said without being more specific.

I took out the flask. The glasses were on top of a kitchen cupboard, out of her reach, and Damián asked me to accompany her to get them down. I couldn’t believe it: she was practically handing herself to me.

***

In the kitchen, she opened the cupboard door and I moved in without bothering to hide it, supposedly to reach the glasses. My hip pressed against hers. She didn’t move. I stretched out my arm, took down one glass, then another, and when I turned around I brushed fully against her, pressing my crotch against her with the bulge of my cock, which was already swelling inside my trousers. She didn’t move away either. She simply watched my hands and felt the hard flesh of a stranger she had been measuring with her eyes for an hour digging into her ass.

“My grandmother would say you’re handy,” she said with half a smile, her eyes dropping for a moment to the front of my jeans.

“That’s a word you never forget,” I replied. “And you know what mine used to say: opportunities come only once. Better get on the train when it stops.”

She gave a low laugh and returned to the living room ahead of me, more relaxed than she had been at the hotel. The house was her territory, and that calmed her.

I poured the shots. After two sips, Carolina’s cheeks were flushed and her expression softer. Damián watched her like a man seeing exactly what he had planted come to maturity.

“Honey, do you like boys?” he asked suddenly.

“You’re wicked,” she laughed, covering her face. “I’ll have to say yes or you’ll throw me out of the living room.”

“I’ll get straight to the point,” he said. “We’re here to see what comes of this. I like both of you. All that’s left is finding out what she prefers.”

“You look fantastic, Carolina,” I said. “We talked about it in the car.”

“I’m a little chubby,” she murmured, pinching her waist.

“You’re spectacular,” I cut in. “You’re a beautiful woman.”

“Rubén told us you’re very well endowed,” Damián said unabashedly. “Is it true?”

“A little above average,” I said. “Do you want to see it?”

I stood up, undid my belt, and pulled my trousers and boxer briefs down to my knees in one motion. My cock, already half-hard, sprang out, thick, the vein standing out underneath and the swollen head showing between the foreskin. Carolina covered her mouth and let out a long sigh, as if someone had punched the air from her. Damián gave a nervous, delighted laugh and gently elbowed his wife.

“Will you let her touch it?” he asked.

“Of course.”

I took Carolina’s hand and brought it to me, closing her fingers around my flesh. She squeezed slowly, as though measuring it, then ran her hand from the base to the glans with almost religious slowness. I felt her palm grow wet with the first drop already appearing, and watched her light up inside when she realized it was spilling between her fingers. Rubén pulled his own out, shorter but thick, his balls tight, and she watched both of them with an appetite she no longer bothered to hide. She lowered her other hand and grasped Rubén’s in the same natural way, stroking them both at once, one in each fist, as if she had spent half her life waiting for the opportunity.

“I’d like to start with you, Rubén,” she said, looking at me almost as if asking permission. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all. And if you want, I can eat you while you’re at it.”

“She loves that,” Damián interjected. “It gets her really worked up.”

***

We stood up. I kissed her for a long time, intensely, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth while Rubén embraced her from behind and nibbled along her neck. Between us, we undressed her slowly, although there was little need: the liqueur and our hands had already done almost all the work. I undid the button of her shorts and pulled them down in one motion, along with her black lace panties, already soaked between her legs. Rubén pulled her blouse over her head and unclasped her bra, revealing small, firm tits with dark, very hard nipples pointing toward the ceiling. I ran my thumb over one and felt her whole body tremble. Damián took us by the hand to a bedroom with a thick mattress on the floor in one corner, and took out his phone.

“I want to record it, if you don’t mind. No faces.”

“As long as you take care of that, go ahead,” I said.

Carolina knelt in front of us, knees apart and ass resting on her heels, and took a cock in each hand. She started with mine: she slid it into her mouth slowly, halfway down, pulled it out while licking her lips, and swallowed it again, deeper this time. Her tongue danced beneath the head, her lips tightened around the crown, and then she lowered herself to lick my balls one by one, her left hand stroking me without stopping. She moved on to Rubén without letting go of me and did the same to him, sucking him hungrily, with a wet smacking sound that filled the bedroom. She alternated between us as though she couldn’t choose, saliva hanging from her chin and her cheeks hollowing each time she tightened her suction. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her a little deeper; the filthy little slut opened her throat and took me almost to the end, gagging slightly before pulling off and laughing, her eyes glazed.

My hand moved between her legs, and I found her soaked. Her cunt was dripping, her lips open and her clit swollen like a hazelnut. I thrust two fingers inside her and felt them swallowed by hot, elastic flesh; she growled with her mouth full and pressed her thighs against my wrist. Damián filmed and spoke softly.

“You’re such a greedy girl, darling. I hope you’re truly satisfied today. I love you.”

“You know I will be,” she replied, before returning to what she was doing and swallowing Rubén’s cock to the root.

I lay on my back and positioned her astride my face, her open cunt directly above my mouth, while she continued attending to Rubén, who was standing beside the bed. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, and devoured her slowly, searching for the spot: I licked her from top to bottom, from her asshole to her clitoris, sucking her lips one by one, and when I felt her hoarse moan, I thrust my tongue deep inside and began fucking her that way, my tongue stiff, while brushing the head of her ass with the tip of my thumb. I felt her tremble almost immediately, her thighs squeezing my head. Rubén put on a condom and positioned himself behind her; he held her hips and shoved his cock into her cunt in one long thrust, all the way in. She let out a sharp, continuous moan that rose with every push, and her ass began bouncing against my face to the rhythm of the man fucking her.

“Enjoy it; he’s fucking you properly,” Damián said. “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she moaned. “And the way Marcos eats me. I’m going to come, fuck, I’m going to come...”

“Come on his face, slut,” Rubén whispered, thrusting harder. “Soak his mouth.”

It didn’t take long. She came with a long cry, arching her back, her cunt contracting against my tongue and a hot, thick jet running down my chin and neck. I kept licking, more gently, drawing out every last spasm while she trembled as if electricity were passing through her. Rubén followed soon after, overcome by the rhythm, squeezing her buttocks with his fingers dug in hard enough to leave marks and letting out a guttural moan when he came inside the condom. I stayed still beneath her, my cock hard against her belly, waiting my turn without hurry.

***

“Now ride him,” Damián ordered, already naked, lean and wiry, his cock stiff and slightly curved in his hand. “So you can feel him really deep.”

Carolina turned, kissed me, ran her tongue over my chin to clean off her own juices, and straddled my hips. She took my cock, lined it up with her entrance, and lowered herself slowly, holding her breath. The tip forced its way between hot lips tightened by her previous orgasm; I felt her resist for a second, then give suddenly and swallow me inch by inch with a wet, obscene sound.

“It’s huge; it’s opening me all the way,” she complained in a thread of a voice that held no protest whatsoever. “Fuck, fuck, it fills me so much.”

“Lower yourself slowly,” I said, holding her hips. “Once you get used to it, you’re in charge.”

And she was. She finished sitting down until her ass touched my balls and stayed there for a moment, eyes closed and mouth open. She began moving carefully, rocking back and forth in short motions, and within seconds she was lifting herself halfway up my cock and dropping back down hard, bouncing on top of me. Her cunt made a splashing sound that could be heard throughout the room. She put her hands on her tits and pinched her own nipples while she rode, her face red and her neck shining with sweat. Damián caressed her breasts from behind, squeezing her nipples between two fingers, while Rubén came back toward her mouth, offering his cock, half-hard again; she grabbed it and slid it inside without stopping her bouncing on me, sucking and fucking at the same time. The woman had completely let go: there was nothing left of the doubt she had shown at the hotel, only a woman in heat surrendering to what her body demanded.

I dug my fingers into her hips and began thrusting from below, pounding her cunt with hard strokes that drew an “ah, ah, ah” from her each time. I could feel the head touching something deep every time, and her cunt tightening in response, as if trying to milk me.

“I’m coming again,” she announced, releasing Rubén’s cock with her mouth full of saliva. “This is incredible, darling. Thank you for this.”

“Come, sweetheart,” Damián said. “Because I still have a surprise.”

The surprise was him. He positioned himself behind her while she remained seated on me, and wet her asshole with saliva and with the fluid dripping down her perineum. He pressed the tip against her ass and pushed very slowly, while I held the back of her neck and asked her to bend over my chest to open the angle. She gave a low growl, bit her lip, and endured it. Her husband’s cock entered inch by inch, and through the thin wall of her cunt I felt it going in, pressing against mine from inside. The three of us remained still for a second, breathing unevenly.

“I’ve never had it like this,” she panted. “You’re going to split me open, fuck, you’re going to split me open.”

“We’re with you, darling,” Damián murmured, and began moving carefully, sliding in and out a few inches at a time.

We found the rhythm. When he withdrew, I entered; when he entered, I gave way. We had her impaled through both holes, and Carolina stopped speaking; only hoarse, guttural sounds came from her, halfway between moans and sobs, along with the dull thud of our bodies striking hers. Rubén approached her mouth again, and she accepted him without opening her eyes, sucking his now almost-hard cock while we fucked her from the front and the back. Three cocks inside her at once, and she was soaked, surrendered, moaning with her mouth full. We kept her that way for quite a while, taking our time, until she came again, this time deeper and longer, with a muffled howl swallowed by Rubén’s flesh, her whole body clenching suddenly around the two cocks splitting her open. Damián groaned and came inside her ass with two final thrusts; I barely held on, gritting my teeth, and restrained myself when she collapsed onto my chest, trembling from head to toe.

“Fuck, my wife is so hot,” Damián panted, slowly pulling out and watching a white thread run down Carolina’s thigh. “You have to come back more often.”

***

The problem was time. Rubén had to leave soon because of his own complications, and when he said so, an awkward silence fell. I prepared to leave too, considering the afternoon over.

“Marcos, are you in a hurry?” Damián asked.

“Not at all. In fact, I’ll take you out to dinner if you’d like.”

“Darling, you take Rubén and come back soon,” he told his wife. “If you don’t mind, we’ll continue. But first I have to give Marcos a couple of instructions.”

Carolina went to the bathroom. Rubén got dressed in the living room, and we agreed to talk the next day. Meanwhile, Damián took me aside and quietly explained what really turned him on: he wanted to see me with her against the window, from outside, hiding on the porch, as if I were a lover and he were a voyeur who wasn’t supposed to be there. His wife already knew about the fantasy; he whispered it in her ear while fucking her.

“I won’t disappoint you,” I said.

He moved the individual sofa to the corner of the window, opened the tilt-and-turn pane, and went out through the back door just as Carolina returned, saying goodbye to Rubén with a kiss on the cheek.

***

When the garage door closed, she approached me slowly.

“You’re very handsome, Marcos. You really impressed me. What do you do, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I’m a consultant. I advise cooperatives and manage investment projects.”

“Well, we’re almost colleagues,” she laughed, letting herself go completely. “We run a consultancy right nearby, in the industrial estate. It belonged to his father. And is it true that you’re single?”

“Completely. No strings attached.”

That seemed to be enough for her. She spread my knees, pressed herself against me until my face was against her breasts, lowered her head, and kissed me long and deep, differently from everything that had come before. It was a heartfelt kiss, the kiss of a woman discovering something new within herself and, far from regretting it, grateful for it.

“I’m crazy about you,” she murmured against my lips. “You’re gentle in your manner but firm in action. That drives me wild.”

“You’re a goddess,” I said. “And you know it.”

“By the way,” she added with a knowing smile, “Damián gave you instructions, didn’t he? We’re not going to disappoint him. I know that fantasy well: he tells me about it in my ear while holding me against that very window and fucking me from behind, imagining someone watching from the garden.”

I turned the sofa just enough that she could be seen from the porch in profile. I sat her on top of it, spread her legs, and knelt between them. Her cunt was still swollen, her lips red and shiny from everything that had come before, with a thick drop hanging from it. I ran my entire tongue from bottom to top, very slowly, savoring her, and she arched her back with a long moan. I sucked her clitoris with my lips, drawing it in, while sliding two fingers inside her and curling them upward, searching for the spot. I felt her tremble again, pressing my face against her flesh with one hand on the back of my head.

“Again, fuck, you’re going to make me come again,” she whispered.

I lifted her from the sofa, turned her around, and asked her to get on all fours, with her knees on the armrests and her hands braced against the back, facing the window. Her ass rose high and open, her soaked cunt pointing toward me. I positioned myself behind her, took hold of my cock, and ran it up and down her lips, wetting the tip thoroughly without putting it in. She pushed her hips backward, searching for me.

“Don’t torture me,” she moaned. “Put it in already.”

I slammed it into her in one thrust, all the way to the hilt. Carolina gave a muffled cry and arched her back; I grabbed her hips and began fucking her hard, with long thrusts that made her ass bounce against my pelvis. The splashing of her cunt and the pounding of our bodies filled the living room. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I made out Damián’s shadow silhouetted beside the porch column, motionless like a hunter waiting for his prey, one hand at his crotch and his gaze fixed on his wife. He gestured to me: give it to her hard. And I understood.

I grabbed her short hair at the nape, pulled her head back, and increased the pace, driving into her to the balls without pause. Her ass slapped with every stroke, her breasts swung as they hung, and she moaned louder and louder, her face turned toward the glass, knowing her husband was watching from outside and enjoying every second.

“That’s it, Marcos, like that, harder,” she panted. “Fuck me as if you’d stolen me from my husband, give me everything...”

I slapped one of her buttocks hard, leaving the red mark of my hand, and she came instantly, squeezing my cock with a spasm so strong it nearly made me ejaculate. I held back. I pulled out, turned her onto her back on the sofa, spread her legs against the window, and pushed into her again while looking her in the face. She wrapped her legs around my waist, dug her heels into my ass to make me thrust deeper, and kissed me open-mouthed, panting into mine. I fucked her slowly and deeply, feeling her cunt contract over and over, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled out sharply; she grabbed my cock and aimed it at her breasts. I came there, over her dark nipples and small chest, with three hot, thick jets that splashed her neck and chin. Carolina ran her fingers through it, brought them to her mouth, and smiled, glancing toward the window.

That night, while the light from the mountains faded over the garden, I understood that marriage had just found exactly what it had been looking for. And that they would call me again.