My Friend Came Back to Share My Wife

We hadn’t heard a thing from Mateo for months. He was the one who first introduced my wife to our life of threesomes, long before Esteban showed up, and then he simply vanished. No calls, no messages. Renata and I had assumed that door was closed for good.

That’s why, on that Saturday afternoon, when my wife’s phone rang and she stared at the screen, I knew something was changing. Renata went pale, with the phone in her hand, and turned it toward me so I could see the name.

—It’s Mateo —she whispered, as if saying it out loud might break something.

I laughed out of pure nerves and nodded toward it.

—Answer it.

She took a deep breath, pressed the button, and put it on speaker.

—Hello —she said, her voice trembling a little.

—Hello, beautiful woman. How have you been? —His tone was just like always, warm and brazen at the same time.

—Very well. And you?

—Just here, stopping by to say hi to the prettiest one of all. You had already forgotten about me.

—Don’t lie —she shot back, regaining her composure—. You were the one who forgot about us.

I was signaling from the couch, nodding, giving her permission without needing to speak. Renata glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and understood.

—So what’s the call about? —she asked.

—Nothing. Just to see how you’re doing. And to see if I can swing by your place tonight for some beers. I want to see you both.

—Mmm, of course. Tell me what time and we’ll get ready.

—How about eight-thirty?

—Perfect. We’ll be waiting.

She hung up and looked at me with a smile that split her face in two. No words were needed. We both knew how the night was going to end.

—Let’s get this place ready —I told her—, because there’s going to be a party.

***

We cleaned the whole house, tidied up the rooms. Our kids had gone to stay the night at their cousins’ place, so we had the place to ourselves. While Renata jumped in the shower, I went down to the store for a couple of packs of ice-cold beer.

When I got back, she was finishing her makeup in front of the mirror. She pulled a black lingerie set out of the drawer, one of those that leaves nothing to the imagination, and slipped on a skin-tight pair of shorts and a very low-cut blouse over it. Seeing her like that dried my mouth up. Her breasts peeped out in a way that was a direct invitation.

At exactly eight-thirty, the doorbell rang. I went to let him in.

—Come in, you’re at home here —I said, hugging him.

—Thanks, brother. And Renata?

—In the kitchen. Come on.

The moment he walked in, my wife stood up and her whole face changed. What had been nerves turned into something else, something darker and hungrier.

—Mateo! —she exclaimed, planting a kiss on each cheek.

—Hello, gorgeous. How have you been? You look incredible.

—You’re not looking too bad yourself —she answered with a little laugh.

We sat down to talk. The conversation flowed easily, as if the months of silence had never existed. Renata had made steaks with spaghetti, and the three of us ate amid jokes and glances that lingered a little longer than they should have. Then we cleared the table and moved to the living room with another round.

—So what’s been going on in your life? —I asked him.

—Nothing new. Work and work. You guys?

—Same here. Surviving.

Several beers later, the conversation was hotter, looser from the alcohol. Mateo looked at me with a crooked smile.

—Hey, brother… your wife is still smoking hot. Isn’t there any way you could lend her to me?

—Show some respect, asshole —I snapped, pretending to be angry.

—Sorry, that wasn’t my intention —he laughed.

—Relax. You know she’s here for whenever you want. If she wants to, of course.

Renata, who was coming back from the bathroom, caught the end of it. I stood up, put on some soft music on the speaker, and turned to my friend.

—Take her out dancing. You want to dance, baby, right?

—Why not —she said, her eyes already lit.

***

They stood up. He took her by the waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they started moving very close together. I watched them from the couch, feeling everything speeding up inside me. Then I got the urge to pee and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I did it quietly, to see what they were doing.

They were kissing. A long kiss, full of fire, her hands clamped around the back of his neck. For a moment jealousy got the better of me, a ridiculous stab that made me want to run. But I did the opposite. I came up behind Renata, slid my hands around her waist, and squeezed her breasts over her blouse.

She moaned softly, sighing between Mateo’s lips. She was ready.

—Now you take over —I told my friend, and stepped aside.

Mateo started stripping her slowly, until her breasts were bare. Then he pulled down her shorts and left her with nothing but naked, shaved skin. She, without stopping kissing him, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the living room floor. The bulge beneath his underwear left no doubt.

She pushed him onto the sofa and knelt in front of him. She ran her tongue over him from bottom to top, slowly, and then took him into her mouth in one gulp.

—You suck so damn good —he gasped.

—You like it? —she asked, looking up.

—A lot.

I didn’t have enough eyes. Seeing her like that, surrendered, was a spectacle I never got tired of watching.

When she was ready, Renata climbed on top of him. She kissed him, got herself settled, and sank down to the bottom. She let out a long moan and started moving up and down, slowly at first, then with real enthusiasm.

—Like that… more… —she begged, her head thrown back.

—I’m going to come —he warned after a while—. Should I pull out?

—No. Stay inside —Renata ordered, digging her nails into his shoulder.

He huffed, pulled her tight against his body, and finished inside her. They stayed wrapped around each other for a second, catching their breath, before my wife stood up and looked for me.

—Your turn —she said, pulling me by the arm—. Fuck me.

She didn’t have to ask twice. I laid her on the sofa, spread her legs, and sank into her. Fucking her like that, surrendered and soaked after my friend, drove me crazy. The images of the two of them together kept spinning in my head.

—Baby, I’m going to come —I gasped.

—Stay inside, don’t move —she begged, and that was when I came too.

***

Mateo helped her up and accompanied her to the bathroom to clean up. When they came back, wrapped around each other, we opened another ice-cold beer.

—You two are shameless —I said, laughing—. What a way to catch up.

Renata went to the bedroom to change, because her clothes were no longer usable. In the meantime, Mateo looked at me.

—Your wife is incredible, brother.

—Snap out of it or someone’s going to beat you to her —I said, half-joking.

—Why do you say that?

—Ask her.

When she came back, Mateo made room beside him.

—Come here, queen, sit down next to me. Tell me what your husband’s talking about.

—What happened? —she asked, playing innocent.

—Is it true that if I let my guard down, you’ll go off with someone else?

—While you were gone, someone else kept me company —she replied, playing with the elastic of her underwear—. I was given permission to look around.

—Really?

—Really. I’m not yours alone anymore.

—Do you want to be again? —he asked her, hoarse.

—You have to be mine again —she said, biting her lip—. Let’s go to the bedroom. Come on, both of you.

***

We went to the bedroom. Mateo was holding her from behind, kissing her neck hungrily, while the three of us stripped off what was left of our clothes. Renata lay on her back and he settled on top of her.

—You’re mine —he murmured—. I don’t want you going around with anyone else.

—Then don’t disappear again —she answered while he entered her slowly.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching them, touching myself to the rhythm of their bodies. After a while, Renata stretched out a hand toward me.

—Come, lie down too.

I lay down beside her, one on each side. She looked at both of us, amused and turned on.

—Look at you, you’re only mine —she told Mateo, and turned to take him in her mouth.

He pulled her toward him to arrange a sixty-nine, and I positioned myself in front of her face. Between licks she would turn to kiss me, then go back to him. At times the two of us were attending to him at once, and we kissed over the top of each other, in a tangle where it was no longer possible to tell whose touch belonged to whom.

—Let me have her from the other side —Mateo finally asked—, I’m about to come.

Renata sat on him with her back to him and looked at me over her shoulder.

—Give it a swipe so it slides better, baby.

I did as she asked, and she settled herself slowly, at her own pace, her face twisted in pure pleasure. She couldn’t hold out much longer: Mateo came again, this time from behind.

—Now you come here —she said, turning to offer me what he had just left free.

I drove into her in one hard thrust. At times she turned to kiss Mateo, and the two of us had her at once, him on one side and me on the other, in synchronized rhythm: when he went in, I came out, and then again and again.

—You two are fucking me so good, assholes —Renata moaned, beside herself.

—I’m going to come —I warned.

—Me too —he said, almost at the same time.

She came with a long cry, shaking between the two of us. I pulled out, finished on her back, and the three of us collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

***

I went for a few last beers, but the truth was that alcohol and exhaustion got the better of us. We fell asleep without even realizing it. A couple of hours later I woke up: they were still sprawled there, naked, breathing slowly. I checked the time. Almost two in the morning. What a party.

Little by little they woke up. Mateo, half embarrassed, said he’d better leave. But Renata, insatiable as always, held him by the wrist.

—Come on, give me my goodbye —she asked him.

No more was needed. In seconds he had her open-legged again, sucking on her breasts.

—That’s it, now let me have you —she said, and turned to take him in her mouth, on all fours, while he held her by the head.

—Tell me I’m your favorite —Mateo gasped.

—You’re my favorite —she answered between licks—. Fuck me from behind.

They got into position, and he drove into her all at once.

—You son of a bitch, that feels so good —Renata shouted—. More, like that, I’m about to come!

She came again, soaking half the bed. I, with all the arousal I’d piled up, finished once more just from watching them. Mateo held on a little longer, until he blew out like a bull and emptied himself inside her.

—You two are unbelievable when it comes to fucking —my wife laughed, getting to her feet unsteadily—. You wore me out.

She ran to the bathroom to clean up while Mateo got dressed. When she came out, they said goodbye at the door with a long kiss and the promise to do it again, but next time just the two of them.

I closed the door, looked at Renata stretched out on the sofa, still blushing and with that satisfied-cat look in her eyes, and I knew the night wasn’t quite over for me yet.