I Convincing My Husband to Have Our First Threesome

Hi, I’m Carla, and this is one of those nights neither of us ever forgets when we remember it in bed, still hot.

Bruno and I had been around the scene for years. We’d done swaps with other couples, we’d gone to the occasional club, and all that time I learned something about him: he was capable of sharing me with another man, but the idea of a single guy made him nervous. He said that with a couple everything was more balanced, that a lone guy might «get a taste for the thing». I think what really scared him was something he didn’t even dare name.

So one Sunday morning, the two of us tangled in the sheets, I put the proposal to him bluntly.

—I want a threesome. You, me, and another man.

Bruno stared at the ceiling for a long while.

—Another couple? —he asked, pretending to be stupid.

—No. A single guy.

I really didn’t see him convinced at all, to be honest. But he didn’t say no either, and I know his silences. They mean «I’m scared, but make me change my mind».

***

I spent a couple of weeks looking at profiles on a scene website. Most of them were desperate, wrote four filthy lines, and sent pictures of their cocks as if that were a cover letter. Until Andrés showed up.

We chatted for several days before we even talked about meeting. He was good company, had a sense of humor, and a calm way of saying things that I liked as much as his photos. And the photos promised plenty: broad shoulders, toned arms, a smile that had nothing innocent about it.

One thing I made crystal clear from the start: I wasn’t inviting him to my house. It’s one thing for other couples to come and go, and quite another for a stranger to then know where you live and what time the lights go out. So I suggested the club we sometimes went to, on one of those days when they allowed single men in.

—Let’s meet first at a beer place —I wrote him—. We’ll have a drink, see each other face to face, and decide.

Though, why lie to myself, there wasn’t much to decide. I already knew I wanted to fuck him.

***

On the afternoon of the date, I got myself ready properly. Bruno and I got into the shower together and, between the steam and his hands, I got the first one of the night. Fast, against the cold tiles, his mouth glued to my neck and an orgasm that shot up from deep in my belly and left my legs shaking.

—If you keep this up we’ll never get there —I told him, laughing, still out of breath.

I shaved carefully, left everything smooth. I put on a thong and bra set with crystals that gives me a killer body, and over that a short black dress that was still decent, one of those «we’re just going out for a beer» outfits and nobody suspects a thing.

Bruno was dressing beside me, silent, and I watched him in the mirror.

—If at any point you don’t want this, we stop —I told him—. You don’t have to prove anything to me.

—No, no. I do want it. —He swallowed—. It’s just that the guy doesn’t touch me, okay? That’s clear between us.

—Crystal clear, darling —I answered, and kissed him. We’ll see, I thought to myself.

***

Andrés showed up at the beer place right on time. In person he was even better than in the photos: tall, broad, with that confidence of someone who doesn’t need to make an effort to be liked. We exchanged two kisses, ordered beers, and the three of us sat down at a table in the back.

What came next was an odd, delicious hour. Nerves, laughs, looks that held a second too long. Bruno started out stiff, arms crossed, but Andrés was smart: he talked to him about football, cars, any old nonsense, and little by little my husband loosened up. At one point the two of them were laughing about something and I was watching them thinking it was looking much better than I’d expected.

When I felt the mood was right, I set my beer down half-finished and looked at both of them.

—Well. Are we going somewhere so you can fuck me or are we leaving it for another day?

Andrés’s answer was to stand up and go look for the car keys. Bruno’s was to look at me with a mixture of fear and desire I hadn’t seen in years.

***

The club was fifteen minutes away. We booked a private room, one of those spaces with dim lighting, a wide armchair, and a huge bed in the middle. As soon as we shut the door, the doubts from the beer place stayed outside.

They undressed me together. Four hands stripping off my dress, my bra, leaving only the crystal thong for an instant before tearing that off too. I was soaked through. I could feel it on my thighs, could smell that sex smell leaking out of me from wanting it for weeks.

They laid me on the bed. Bruno kissed my mouth while Andrés moved lower, spread my legs, and got between them. And then he started doing something no one had ever done to me like that. He ran his tongue from my clit down lower, much lower, drawing slow circles where I had never felt a mouth like that before. I arched without being able to help it.

—Fuck… —it slipped out of me.

Bruno shoved his cock into my mouth to shut me up, and I took it happily, sucking him while Andrés kept doing his thing below. It was too much. Having both of them at once, each at one end, had me on the edge before the good part had even started.

***

And then what I suspected happened, and what my husband swore would never happen.

In one of those movements when we changed positions, Andrés sat up, turned toward Bruno, and, without asking a thing, put his cock in his mouth. I stayed still, watching. At first Bruno’s face was pure panic, his eyes wide as saucers looking for me. I held his gaze and said nothing. There was no need.

Andrés knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t in any hurry, he went slow, reading every reaction. And little by little I saw my husband’s shock turn into something else. He closed his eyes. Threw his head back. His jaw went slack.

I sat down in the armchair beside the bed, not missing a single detail, my hand between my legs and an arousal I’d never felt in my life. Seeing Bruno give himself over to something he’d been refusing for years turned me on more than any cock ever could.

When Andrés realized my husband was completely surrendered, he slipped a finger in, and that was the end. Bruno came right there, with a rough groan I had never heard from him, filling his mouth. Then he lay back, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard, like someone who has just crossed a border and doesn’t quite know what he feels.

—Are you okay? —I asked, moving closer.

—Yeah —he said, and laughed softly, almost incredulous—. I’m really okay.

***

But I still wasn’t done. Not even close.

I grabbed Andrés by the arm and pulled him toward the bed.

—Now you. Fuck me until I can’t take any more.

He turned me around, put me on all fours, and drove his cock into me with one thrust. I was so wet he slid all the way in at once. By the fifth or sixth slam I had another orgasm on top of me, one of those that leaves you voiceless, clutching the sheets while he held my hips.

He gave me no respite. When my legs were still trembling, he went back down to eat me from behind, slicking me up, opening me slowly, and then he fucked me hard, centimeter by centimeter, all the way in. With Bruno watching everything from the armchair, already recovered and touching himself again, it felt even hotter. Knowing my husband was watching me while another man possessed me like that pushed me to the edge for the third time.

—Come inside —I told him.

And he came, gripping me tight, with a long growl that mingled with mine.

***

The three of us ended up sprawled on the bed, sweaty, laughing like kids at the madness we’d just done. For Bruno it had been the first time with another man. For me, the best threesome of my life. And for both of us, something that smashed through a wall that had been standing between us for years.

We spent a while in the club jacuzzi before leaving. You always come out of those jacuzzis a little sticky, smelling of chlorine and sex mixed together. We said goodbye to Andrés at the door with a kiss from all three of us, no promises, just a «let’s do it again sometime» that sounded sincere.

On the way home, the babysitter who was looking after the kids watched us when we came in.

—Oh wow, you two are all sticky —she said, innocently—. Like my parents when they go to some friends’ house with a pool.

Bruno and I looked at each other and had to die laughing on the inside. I can already imagine what kind of pool his parents’ friends have.

***

When the girl left, Bruno got into bed and fell asleep almost at once, with that peaceful face of someone who has finally taken a weight off his shoulders. I, on the other hand, was still hot just from remembering it.

I got up to the bathroom, locked the door, and sat on the edge of the bidet with my legs wide open. I took my double little toy out of the drawer, the one that vibrates from both ends, and slid it into me slowly while I went over in my head the exact moment my husband stopped being afraid. That was the memory that made me come for the last time that night, alone, with my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t wake anyone.

That’s how the night of our first threesome ended. And believe me when I tell you that, after that, my husband never said again that «the guy doesn’t touch me».