My Husband Didn’t Stop Until He Convinced Me to Have a Threesome

When I blurted out the idea of a threesome with another guy, it was only to shut Adrián up. His jealousy sparked up whenever I least expected it, and I thought such a daring comment would make him back off, laugh it off, and drop the subject. But I didn’t know him as well as I thought. What I’d done was light a fuse that wouldn’t go out.

Suddenly, my husband—the man who had taught me almost everything I knew about pleasure—turned into a strategist who wouldn’t take no for an answer. And I, who had always been good at dodging uncomfortable subjects, wasn’t prepared for what was coming.

At first I thought the comment would come to nothing, something he’d forget after a few days. Adrián wasn’t the kind of man to toss out an idea like that casually. The next morning, while we were having breakfast, him with his toast and me with my coffee, he looked at me with that crooked smile that undid me.

—Have you kept thinking about the other guy? —he asked.

I nearly choked.

—What guy? —I replied, pretending I didn’t know what he was talking about.

He wasn’t fooled.

—You know, my queen. What you said last night. A threesome. You, me, and someone else.

His voice was calm, but there was a gleam in his eyes that gave me goosebumps. I wanted to change the subject, talk about the weather or anything else, but he continued.

—Imagine it, Carolina. Another hard cock sliding into you while I watch. Both of us fucking your pussy and your mouth until we leave you full of cum.

I laughed nervously and noticed my thighs tightening beneath the table.

—You’re crazy. That’s not for me.

But he didn’t give up. He leaned closer, took my hand across the table, and stared into my eyes.

—I’m not crazy. I just think how good you’d look like that, legs spread, sucking a cock while I fuck you from behind.

His fingers brushed mine, and although I wanted to pull away, I didn’t. There was something in his tone, in his confidence, that made me question my own limits.

The following days were a strange dance. Adrián didn’t pressure me directly; he wasn’t the sort who insisted until he wore you down, but he found a way to slip the subject into every corner of our life. One afternoon, while we were watching a movie on the couch, he paused a steamy scene.

—Look at that. Two cocks for one little slut. Don’t you think it’s hot?

I turned red and murmured an “I don’t know” that didn’t convince him. Another time, under the shower, he soaped my back and whispered against my nape that he imagined another hand there beside his, squeezing my tits while he fingered my pussy. His voice was a purr, and although the warm water relaxed me, my head was a whirlwind and my nipples were so hard they hurt.

I never told him no, because I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I never said yes either. “It’s weird, Adrián,” I would answer, or “I don’t think I can.” But he, clever as ever, began playing with my own curiosity, the curiosity I had always kept hidden.

One night, after dinner and wine, he took me to the bedroom and undressed me slowly, kissing me from my neck to my navel, biting and sucking, leaving red marks all over my skin. He moved lower, yanked my legs apart, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue slid all the way into my pussy, licking from bottom to top, and when he reached my clit he sucked it like candy, his lips sealed to my flesh while his fingers dug into my ass.

—You’re the sexiest thing in existence —he murmured, and went back to licking me, now tracing circles with the tip of his tongue that made my whole body tremble.

While he ate my pussy, he pushed two fingers inside me and curled them, searching for that spot only he knew how to find. With his mouth pressed to my flesh, he added that he imagined someone else watching me, wanting me just as much as he did, while he controlled everything. Another guy kneeling beside us, cock in hand, waiting his turn to thrust it all the way inside me. I moaned despite myself, arching my back, because although the idea frightened me, his voice and tongue were melting me.

He moved up my body, took off his pants, and freed his hard, red, throbbing cock. He put it in my mouth without warning, and I opened my lips and sucked it all the way in, feeling it fill my throat. Adrián grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth slowly, looking me in the eyes.

—That’s how another guy is going to suck your cock while I fuck you from behind. You’re going to be full on both sides, my queen, hear me? We’re both going to come all over you.

I moaned with my mouth full, and he smiled, pulling out only to let me breathe before sliding it back in. A string of saliva hung from my lips, and he collected it with his thumb and put it in my mouth, making me suck that too.

It wasn’t only what he said; it was the way he did it. Adrián knew how to turn me on, knew how to make me doubt my own “no.” One morning, while I was getting dressed to go out, he came up behind me, hugged me, and looked at me in the mirror. His hands slipped beneath my skirt and squeezed my ass over my thong.

—Look at yourself, my queen. With an ass like that, do you really not want someone else to open it while I watch your face?

I laughed and pulled away, but he insisted, without hurrying, that I only had to think about it. And that was the worst part: I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time he mentioned it, my mind imagined things—a faceless man sucking my tits while Adrián fucked me, two cocks brushing against each other inside my mouth, hot cum splashing across my face. And as ashamed as I was to admit it, my pussy got wet just thinking about it.

***

The breaking point came one night I’ll never forget. We’d had a long day, and I was exhausted, sprawled on the bed in a long T-shirt and nothing else. Adrián came home from work, took off his shirt, and lay down beside me, stroking my leg with that calmness that drove me crazy. His hand moved slowly upward, brushing the inside of my thigh, and when it reached my naked pussy he smiled at finding it already wet.

—Carolina —he said softly—, don’t tell me it doesn’t tempt you, even a little. You’re soaked just from hearing me talk about it.

I sighed, tired of dodging the subject.

—I just don’t know. I’m scared. What if I don’t like it? What if you regret it?

He leaned in and kissed my shoulder, while at the same time his finger plunged into my pussy in one stroke. I arched my back.

—I’d never regret something we did together. And if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. But let me see you like that, with another cock inside you, while I fill your mouth with mine.

I didn’t answer, but he didn’t need words. He slowly rolled me onto my back, climbed over me, and began kissing me deeply, with the urgency that always undid me. His hands moved up my thighs, lifting my shirt, and when he had me naked he paused for a second, looking at me as if I were something worth memorizing. He pinched my nipples, one with each hand, until I moaned and writhed.

—Imagine it now —he whispered, sliding two fingers inside me slowly while his other hand moved down to circle my clit—. Another cock here, fucking your pussy while I put mine in your ass. The two of us splitting you in half.

I moaned; I couldn’t help it, and he smiled, knowing he had me. He kept going, pushing his fingers all the way in, pulling them out gleaming with my juices, then plunging them back inside.

—You in the middle, sucking one cock with the other inside you, while I watch you come like a slut with two men on top of you.

His fingers moved faster, his knuckles striking my pussy, and my body arched against him, betraying me. He pulled out his soaked fingers and ran them over my lips before putting them in my mouth. I sucked them without thinking.

—Tell me yes, my queen. Just say yes.

When he thrust three fingers inside me again and rubbed my clit in quick circles with his thumb, I lost control. My pussy trembled, clenching around his fingers, and I felt the orgasm rise from deep inside me before exploding.

—Yes, all right, yes! —I cried, half orgasm, half surrender, coming over his hand and soaking his wrist.

He laughed triumphantly and kissed my mouth while I trembled beneath him. He didn’t stop there. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his hard, dripping cock, yanked my legs apart, and drove into me with a thrust that tore a cry from my throat. He filled me all at once, until I felt his balls slap against my ass. He pounded me hard, his hips colliding with mine with a dull smack, his hands digging into my waist and leaving bruises.

—That’s how he’s going to fuck you, hear me? —he growled against my ear—. His whole cock, all the way in, while I watch your pussy open for him.

He pulled out, turned me facedown, lifted my hips, and penetrated me from behind again. One hand pressed the back of my neck, forcing my face into the pillow, while the other squeezed my ass. He drove into me furiously, every thrust making my tits bounce against the sheets.

—While he fucks your pussy, I’m going to fuck your ass, my queen. Both of us at once. You’ll be so full you won’t even be able to scream.

He spat on my asshole and rubbed his thumb there, pressing and barely pushing it inside while he kept pounding my pussy. I cried with pleasure, bit the pillow, and pushed my ass backward so he would give me more. I came again, moaning his name and clenching around his cock, and he finished inside me with a deep growl, emptying himself completely, his hips pounding me until the last drop. When he pulled out, a stream of hot semen ran down my thighs.

Afterward, while we rested, sweaty and tangled together, he stroked my hair as cum still dripped between my legs.

—I knew you were going to say yes.

—You’re a cheat —I murmured, still breathless.

—No. I just know what you want before you do. And your pussy has wanted two cocks for a while now.

I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t. Because he was right: he had convinced me, not by force, but with that cleverness of his that made me give in every time.

***

Saying yes was like dropping a stone down a cliff: once it started rolling, there was no way to stop it. The next morning I woke before him. He was lying beside me, naked beneath the sheets, his hair tousled and his face peaceful in the way it was when he slept. I watched him for a while, trying to understand how we had gotten here.

I got up slowly, put on my T-shirt, and went to make coffee, but my mind wouldn’t stop. While the water boiled, I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to let another man put his cock inside me while Adrián watched? The idea gave me goosebumps, and not only from nerves. There was something else, a flutter between my legs I didn’t want to admit, a curiosity he had known how to awaken with his words and his hands.

Adrián came in a little later wearing only boxers, scratching his head, the morning bulge outlined beneath the fabric, and kissed my cheek as he poured himself coffee. I was still lost in thought, and he noticed, because he noticed everything.

—What’s wrong?

I hesitated, turning the mug between my hands.

—Do you really want this? The threesome, I mean.

He stared at me without blinking.

—Yes. I want it. I want to see you with another cock inside you. But only if you want it too.

I wanted to tell him I wasn’t sure, that I was afraid, but he stood up, hugged me from behind, and rested his chin on my shoulder. I felt his cock harden against my ass.

—You don’t have to decide today —he whispered, kissing my neck—. But don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy thinking about it last night, because I felt you trembling and you soaked my hand with your cream.

His hands moved up my waist and squeezed my breasts through the fabric, twisting my nipples between his fingers. I moaned softly, because he was right: my body betrayed me even though my mind was still fighting. He turned me against the counter, lifted my shirt, and lowered his mouth straight to my nipples, sucking them until they were red. His hand moved down to my naked pussy and found it already dripping.

—See? Look at you. Just from talking about it. Imagine when you have him for real.

He pushed two fingers inside me and made me come right there against the counter, biting my shoulder to keep me from screaming.

He didn’t leave it at that. Over the next few days, he began moving the pieces, subtly but firmly, as if he already had a plan. One afternoon, during lunch, he dropped it out of nowhere.

—What if it were someone we know? Someone we trust, so you wouldn’t feel strange.

I looked at him with my fork halfway to my mouth.

—Who?

—I don’t know. Someone like Bruno, for example. He’s my brother, he’s shy, he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.

My heart jumped. Bruno? The same Bruno who could barely look me in the eye when he came to visit?

—You’re crazy —I said, laughing to make light of it.

But he didn’t laugh.

—Think about it. It would be perfect. He’s probably been dying to fuck you for years and hasn’t had the nerve.

The idea kept circling in my head. Bruno was the younger one, quiet, a good guy who always got nervous around me. But he was also Adrián’s brother, and that made it… easier? Stranger? I didn’t know what to think. He kept planting the idea, as if he knew exactly how to get inside my head. One night, while massaging my shoulders in front of the television, he murmured that he imagined Bruno learning with me, with Adrián guiding him, teaching him how to eat my pussy, how to fuck me all the way to the back, like a gift for the three of us. I elbowed him and asked him to stop, mortified, but he insisted there was nothing to be ashamed of, that it was our game.

That same night he fucked me again while thinking about Bruno. He put me on my knees in front of the bathroom mirror, got behind me, and penetrated me while forcing me to look at myself. With one hand he squeezed my tits, with the other he rubbed my clit, and he never stopped talking in my ear.

—Look at yourself. Imagine I’m Bruno, putting it inside you for the first time. Look at that slutty face you make when they fill your pussy. Don’t you want to teach my little brother how to fuck a married woman?

I came just from listening to him, squeezing his cock with my pussy and moaning things that embarrassed me the next day.

***

The day he decided to take the next step, I was cleaning the living room to distract myself. Adrián came in with a smile he couldn’t hide and tossed his keys onto the table.

—I’m going to call Bruno tonight.

I set the broom aside.

—What are you going to tell him? —My voice came out higher than I wanted.

He took me by the waist and gave me a quick kiss, his hand dropping to squeeze one of my buttocks.

—Nothing strange, my queen. I’m just going to sound him out, see how he reacts. Trust me.

I wanted to protest, but he was already dialing the number, and my heart rose into my throat. I listened from the kitchen, pretending to wash dishes while my ears clung to every word. They began by talking about trivial things—work, a movie—and I almost relaxed, thinking nothing would happen. Then Adrián changed his tone.

—Hey, do you remember that time we played spin the bottle? When Carolina kissed you?

Silence. My hand froze over a glass, and I swear I stopped breathing. Bruno stammered something nervously, and Adrián continued lightly, saying it had been good, that I was incredible. Another silence, and my face burned.

—What would you think if I told you that sometimes we fantasize about things like that? Carolina and me. That she gets turned on by the idea of having you on top of her.

I wanted to run over and take the phone from him, but my legs wouldn’t respond. Bruno took a while to answer, and when he did, his voice was a whisper.

—Seriously? Like what?

Adrián didn’t rush.

—Like sharing her, for example. With someone we trust, like you. You fucking her with me. She wants to try two cocks at once, little brother. And I want it to be with you.

I covered my mouth to keep from screaming. That direct? But he knew what he was doing. Bruno only managed to say that it was weird, and Adrián cut him off with a “Relax, it’s just an idea, think about it, but I assure you she gets her pussy wet just imagining you” before hanging up. When he came into the kitchen, I looked at him as if he were an alien.

—What did you do?

He laughed and hugged me.

—I only planted the seed. Now we have to wait. And I guarantee that tonight he’ll jerk off thinking about you.

That night I couldn’t sleep. I lay staring at the ceiling, imagining Bruno thinking about me, beating his cock with my face in his mind, coming in his hand while whispering my name. Would he be scared? Would he be curious? And what did I want to happen? Adrián stroked my back, lowered his hand to my pussy, and found it soaked. He smiled against my shoulder.

—You’re thinking about him, aren’t you? My brother is already getting you wet.

I couldn’t deny it. He spread my legs and ate my pussy in silence, his tongue buried inside me, until I came clutching his hair and biting the pillow, imagining for the first time without resisting that it was Bruno between my thighs.

A couple of days passed, and I was a bundle of nerves. Every time the phone rang, I thought it was Bruno. Until he called on a Friday, and Adrián winked at me before answering. I heard fragments: Bruno saying he’d thought about it, that he didn’t know how he felt, that it was weird “but I don’t know.” Adrián handled it like an expert, repeating that it was something special between us, that if Bruno dared it would be with us and no one else, that I was dying to suck his cock and feel him inside me. In the end, Bruno let out a “maybe” that left me trembling.

When he hung up, he looked at me triumphantly.

—He’s in. He just needs one more little push.

—And now what? —I murmured.

He pulled me onto the couch and sat me on his lap, straddling him. I felt his hard cock between my thighs, separated only by the fabric.

—Now we invite him over, play again, and let it happen. You’ll be between the two of us, my queen, with a cock in each hole.

He kissed me deeply, his hands moving up beneath my shirt and squeezing my breasts as he growled about how sexy it would be to watch me suck his brother’s cock. He ripped off my shirt, pulled down my panties, and sat me down again, this time directly on his naked cock. He drove inside with one thrust and made me ride him right there on the couch, his hands guiding my hips.

—This is how you’ll be riding him while I watch your face. This is how you’ll moan when someone else is the one putting it inside you.

I moved up and down, mouth open, while he sucked my tits and talked dirty to me, trapped between fear and the heat rising through my body, and I knew I could no longer escape. I came riding him, squeezing his cock with my pussy until I milked all his cum from him, feeling it hot inside me and dripping down my thighs when I finally climbed off.

That night, Adrián fucked me as if he wanted to mark me. He threw me onto my back, spread my legs until my ears nearly touched my ankles, and buried himself inside me. His thrusts were hard and savage, the bed banging against the wall. He put my legs over his shoulders and pounded my pussy mercilessly, until I felt his balls slap against my ass with every thrust.

—Here. My cock here, in your pussy, and Bruno’s in your mouth. Or the other way around. Me taking your mouth while he destroys your pussy. How do you want it, my queen? How do you want the two brothers?

—Both of you —I moaned without thinking—, I want you both, inside me, fucking me.

—That’s my slut —he growled, accelerating until the room filled with the wet sound of our bodies.

He pulled out, turned me onto all fours, pressed my face into the mattress, and shoved himself into me from behind again. With one hand he slapped my ass, while with the other he pushed his thumb into my asshole, preparing me and whispering that Bruno would be the first to open me there.

—While I fuck your pussy, he’ll be breaking in your ass. Or the other way around. You’ll be stuffed by both of us, with two cocks moving inside you at the same time, feeling them brush against each other.

His filthy words in my ear, repeating my name and his brother’s in the same sentence, his cock pounding deep inside me, his thumb opening my ass, until I came screaming, lost in the madness he had created. He kept pounding me for a few seconds longer and came with a roar, filling me until his cum overflowed and ran down my thighs. When he pulled out, he crouched down and licked his own semen from my pussy, sucking me until he left me clean and made me come once more against his face.

Afterward, as we rested, he whispered that next weekend we would make it real. And I, with my pussy still throbbing and my husband’s cum drying between my legs, could only nod, because although I was still afraid, part of me was already ready to leap.