I Asked My Husband for a Threesome So I Could Watch Him

I was nervous, and that surprised me.

It was the first time I was really going to do something like this. The idea didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. What made my skin prickle was something else: at last I was going to have him right in front of my eyes. Not imagine him. Not settle for the story of how it had been, or for my husband’s voice telling it to me in bed in the dark. This time I was going to see, with my own eyes, the scene I had built in my head night after night.

Ever since Adrián and I entered the swinging scene, I had carried a fantasy I couldn’t quite let go of. I wanted to see him enjoying another woman’s body, right there, in front of me. I had endured the ache every time he went out alone and came back to tell me how other women had sought his attention. But hearing about it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t even close.

I wanted to watch. I wanted to hear him come, soaked by someone who wasn’t me. I wanted to hear a stranger scream my husband’s name while she dug her nails into his back. That image consumed me.

And that early morning, it was finally going to happen.

***

We’d found her on a dating app. A girl with long hair and a smile that was hard to read, who wrote to both of us at once and understood right away what we were looking for. We arranged to meet at a quiet bar, one of those places that are already emptying out by midnight, and there we waited for her to show up.

When she came through the door, I had a hard time recognizing her. The shy girl from the discreet photos had transformed. She arrived dressed to conquer, knowing this was the night to show off her best outfit while she was still wearing it.

“I’m Renata,” she said, and kissed me on the mouth before kissing Adrián too.

We offered her a drink out of politeness, but all three of us knew none of us had the patience for alcohol. That black miniskirt would look much better on the floor of a room. So we took the short route: we got in the car and drove to a discreet hotel on the outskirts, the perfect accomplice for what we’d come to do.

The room was only dimly lit, with a single lamp on in a corner. While Renata got ready in the bathroom, I went over to my husband. I kissed his neck, ran my hand down his back, and squeezed his crotch gently.

“I want to see you enjoy her,” I whispered. “Bite her, make her yours, don’t hold back for me.”

He looked at me with a question in his eyes, as if he needed to make sure I was okay. I smiled. I was more than okay.

***

The bathroom door opened. I had already settled into an armchair, placed just at the angle that let me see everything. From my bag I took out a glass and a small bottle of wine. I poured myself a slow drink while Renata came out in a black lingerie set and held out her hand to my husband so he could kiss it.

Adrián didn’t need to be asked twice. He took her by the waist and gave her a long kiss, full of something I recognized immediately: real desire. His hands roamed over her hips, climbed up her back, brushed her breasts. Renata responded by caressing him, letting out little moans each time his tongue dipped down her neck.

I watched them wrapped in a mix of lust and heat I hadn’t known I had inside me. The room air thickened with the smell of two bodies hungry for each other, and I shifted in the armchair, drenched in my own arousal.

Adrián turned her around. He pressed her back against his chest and, while kissing her shoulder, unclasped her bra. Renata’s breasts were exposed and he began pinching her nipples, slowly, while his erection rubbed against her ass. Renata arched herself, seeking more contact, held on to his hands, and moaned softly.

With an agile movement, she dropped to her knees. She unfastened his pants in a hurry, as if she’d been waiting for this moment for hours. When she freed my husband’s cock, she licked her lips, opened her mouth, and took him all the way in.

I took a sip of wine. It loosened my throat, which suddenly felt dry. I looked at Adrián and he looked back at me, eyes blazing.

“I love you,” I told him, in a voice so low it was barely audible.

He smiled at me and, without taking his eyes off mine, put a hand on her nape to set her rhythm.

“Do you like watching?” he asked me between gasps.

I nodded. I liked it more than I had ever imagined.

***

Renata kept going while one of her hands sank between her own legs, beneath her underwear, searching for relief. I could hear how wet she was. Her throat made those hoarse sounds that only come when someone is truly enjoying themselves.

My husband lifted her and turned her toward me. Her firm breasts greeted me head-on, and a strand of saliva still dripped from the corner of her mouth. Adrián yanked her lace down and thrust into her hard. The moan she let out went straight through me.

My thighs were wet, my panties soaked through. I watched my husband’s cock slide in and out of another woman, watched Renata’s breasts shake with the rhythm of his thrusts, watched the two of them look at me while they moaned.

I couldn’t stay still. I drank again and let one hand brush my breast over my dress. My nipples were hard too. Watching the man of my life take another woman with that ferocity sent electric shocks through my groin.

“Get her on all fours,” I told Adrián. “I want to see her ass up in the air.”

I got up from the armchair and crossed the room. The sound of my heels against the floor mixed with Renata’s moans, as she felt my husband’s hands rubbing her between the legs. The whole scene struck me as terribly erotic.

I moved closer. While I looked at the girl with her ass in the air, I kissed Adrián, took his cock in my hand, and guided it back inside her. He groaned. The contrast of my cold fingers with Renata’s heat drew a deeper sound from him. I unbuttoned his shirt because I wanted to see his back, and I finished pulling his pants down completely.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered in his ear, running my hands over his sweaty back. I kissed him and felt his hot skin beneath my lips.

***

Renata started warning that she was coming, almost shouting. I stopped my husband dead. I asked her to turn around.

Adrián finished taking off his pants while the girl settled onto her back.

“Open your legs wide,” I whispered.

He climbed on top of her. I took my glass, left them to get comfortable, and sat beside them on the edge of the bed. I could feel the mattress shaking with every thrust. Renata’s breasts tightened, she bit the back of her hand to hold in her moans, and my husband drove into her harder and harder.

I set the glass on the nightstand. With my hand still cool, I took Renata and rested her head on my thighs while my fingers searched for her sex. I started stroking her clit, slowly at first, in time with Adrián’s rocking. Her whole body began to tense up: her body, her breasts, her legs. Then I sped up. A hot gush shook her and splashed my hand and my husband.

With the utmost lust, I brought my wet fingers to Adrián’s mouth so he could take in every drop, and then I replaced them with my own mouth. Tasting that woman on my husband’s lips was a delight I hadn’t expected.

“Do you like it, Renata?” I asked in her ear.

“I love it,” she gasped. “Your husband is fucking me so good.”

I smiled.

“And are you ready for what’s next?” I asked her.

She looked at me, half amused, half eager.

***

Adrián positioned her on her side, her ass exposed toward me. I began making circles over her anus with one finger. I wanted to prep her for him. I licked my finger until it was nice and wet and slowly slid it in. Renata moaned while another orgasm shook her. My husband kept fucking her from the front and my hand did its work from behind. She had several more orgasms before I felt her fully open.

“Baby,” I told Adrián, “that ass is yours now.”

He smiled. He lay back and sat her on top of him, facing the other way, legs apart. He sank into her slowly. Both of them moaned at the same time.

I couldn’t handle so much. I was so wet that every movement of theirs hurt with need. I pulled down my panties and fucked myself with my own fingers, right there beside them. I was leaking, burning, completely ready.

Renata writhed and another gush spattered my black dress.

“Enjoy it,” I told her, leaning in to kiss one breast.

They both kept moving. My husband moaned deeper and his thrusts turned savage. I knew him: he was about to finish. I asked him to come inside her. Adrián turned her, went back in, and resumed the rocking of his hips. I kissed him while stroking his testicles and asking him in his ear to leave her full of him.

That was how the first spurts entered her. One after another, and Renata took them, moaning at the feeling of having him inside.

***

Exhausted, my husband let himself fall onto the bed. I looked at him: sweaty, breathing hard, telling me again and again that he loved me. Beside him, Renata still had her legs open, trying to catch her breath, Adrián’s traces sliding between her thighs.

The sight was so exciting it drew one last shudder through my groin.

I kissed my husband, the man I love most in this world, and thanked him. He held me against his chest without saying a word. Renata came over from his side and thanked me for the experience too.

I took her by the arm, smiled at her, and spoke softly.

“We’re not done yet.”

But that, that’s another story.