My Husband Handed Me Over to Another Man That Weekend

Romina slept like a log. The previous afternoon had been a whirlwind of orgasms and the night, an explosion that left her spent on the sheets. Naked, feeling the heat of Lorenzo’s body pressed against her back, she woke up horny and started stroking him, looking for a morning fuck.

But he stopped her. He kissed her slowly on the mouth and whispered in her ear.

—Let yourself be taken care of.

He worked over her with patient fingers, with lips that seemed to know her all her life, with a tongue that wasn’t in any hurry. Romina came twice before the sun had finished coming in through the window.

—And now, breakfast —he said, pulling away all at once.

—Aren’t you going to fuck me first? —she asked, surprised.

—When we get back. With a full belly and calories to burn. Put on my shirt, a pair of panties and… you know, pop the egg in.

Lorenzo got up and pulled on a pair of sand-colored shorts and a dark blue T-shirt. Romina obeyed. When she saw herself in the mirror, she realized she looked terribly attractive: she had the image of a woman who had just gotten out of bed and been satisfied, that kind of tousled beauty no makeup can achieve. Before going downstairs, she slid the small vibrating egg inside herself and tucked the remote into his fist, like someone handing over a leash.

She thought about Daniel, her husband, who might be having breakfast at another table with Brigitte, Lorenzo’s wife. The idea gave her a strange mix of kink, jealousy, and a huge urge to provoke him. So, swaying her hips, she went down on the man’s arm to the hotel dining room. But her husband wasn’t there.

***

She copied Lorenzo at breakfast: melon, orange juice, scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, a little cheese, milky coffee and, to finish, some croissants. It was almost lunch. She could go many hours without eating. What she couldn’t stand was the hot ache of the vibration between her legs.

Her nipples were hard, outlined beneath the white cotton shirt, and she realized the waitress was looking at her with a knowing smile. She was a woman in the hands of a man who drew attention, and she liked feeling that way. She loved being desired, being seen beside him.

—Do you mind if I switch the coffee for chocolate for the croissants? —she asked sweetly.

She wanted to show off, to prove to him that she was with a woman desired by men and women alike. When she came back with the steaming cup in her hand, feeling the vibration grow stronger, she knew she had won the battle. You could tell Lorenzo wanted to fuck her just by looking at him. Romina understood the game and, while biting into a croissant, whispered that she needed to come, that she couldn’t take it anymore. He turned up the intensity on the device.

She bit her chocolate-smeared lips to hold back her moans and, staring straight into his eyes, came in a silent orgasm that aroused the man even more.

***

They hurried back up to the room. As soon as they got inside, Lorenzo threw her onto the bed and yanked her panties down. While she took the egg out, he took off his pants. He held her by the ankles, felt for her opening with the tip, and Romina guided him into her sex. He entered in one hard thrust, all the way in, and started moving like a man possessed.

She thought he was going to come immediately, but that wasn’t the case. Lorenzo was able to keep that pace long enough for her to get there first. He knows what he’s doing, Romina thought when she felt him slow down to let her enjoy the waves of her orgasm. He opened her shirt all the way and caressed her breasts with a possessive look, as if that woman’s pleasure belonged to him.

He let a minute pass at most. He pinched her nipples, twisting them slowly, and that was the signal for the second race. Romina wrapped her legs around him and he went back to fucking her in and out, this time deeper. She tried to use what she knew about her own muscles, squeezing him each time he reached the deepest point. They kept going like that until she was almost there again and, submissive, begged him to come inside. Lorenzo sped up, drove his cock in as far as it would go and stayed still to empty himself. Only then did Romina let herself go with a cry.

***

They got up to shower each other. Under the stream of hot water, while they soaped each other up with laughter and bites, Romina remembered Daniel. Her husband was with another woman, and in order to be with her he had handed Romina over to another man. Suddenly she smiled, almost laughed: she realized she was having an incredible time, that this was a release, a chance to be a new woman for one weekend.

I’m a bit of a slut, she thought, and the idea, far from embarrassing her, turned her on. She kissed Lorenzo under the water and asked him:

—What do you want me to do to you?

—Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll tell you… baby.

He left her standing in the middle of the room, positioned so she could see herself in the mirror. He kissed her with authority and ordered her in her ear.

—You’re going to put on the blindfold you bought yesterday. I’m going to record you while you dance, play, touch yourself. I want to have you on video so I can remember you when you’re not around. You’re too hot and you drive me crazy… babe.

Romina loved the idea. It woke up a playful, feminine streak she had been feeling since the shower: besides fucking, she wanted to have fun. She put on the black blindfold, stood in front of him and waited. Lorenzo chose a slow song and started filming with his phone.

She moved slowly, caressed herself, touched herself. She had danced many times to excite her husband, and she liked the power she felt doing it, the same power she now exerted over that man, who was stroking himself slowly while devouring her with his eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt like being a little bit of an actress, putting some theater into her show. She exaggerated her movements, moaned, contorted herself, until she reached a real orgasm.

—Go jerk off on the bed —he ordered.

Romina pulled the bed covers back, lay down on the white sheet and displayed herself, looking for the best poses, offering herself to the camera, wanting pleasure but also to look good on film. She liked arousing Lorenzo, who filmed her in silence without stopping touching himself. The river of her pleasure ended in a calm sea of little waves. She looked at the man, who was smiling in satisfaction, knowing he was making her his with every shot.

—Take off the blindfold, put on the bikini. We’re going to the pool.

***

There were several couples around the water, some with children. They sat at a table with an umbrella, beside a lounger. Romina had tied her hair back into a ponytail and knew she looked gorgeous in her tiny bikini, that minimal bit of fabric that barely covered what was necessary and left her ass bare. Lorenzo, in long swim trunks, tanned and relaxed, looked like a mature magazine heartthrob.

They got into the water. She loved swimming, and she realized he got turned on watching her, especially when she got out and the water ran down her body. They groped each other under the excuse of sunscreen. A few meters away, one woman took off her top, and two others immediately followed suit.

—Do you want me to go topless too? —Romina asked.

When he said yes, she let her top fall open and stood there with her breasts bare. She rubbed cream over the area that had been covered, and her hard nipples betrayed her arousal. She put her top back on to dive in and took it off again as soon as she was back beside the man, as if her body belonged only to him in that pause.

They snacked on cheese, some anchovies, a bit of cold cuts, and drank a very cold rosé. Since he didn’t have to drive, Lorenzo drank without worrying, and she kept pace with him: she wanted to be in the mood for the trip back to the room. By the time they left the pool, they had already gone through more than one bottle.

***

They went upstairs without touching until they closed the room door. Then they kissed, slowly, savoring each other, stroking bare skin when they took off their shirts and were left only in their swimsuits. Romina felt the man’s hardness against her belly and rubbed herself against him.

—Fuck me —she said, and realized it had come out very Argentine, emphasizing the word, and curled into an embrace, happy to know what was coming.

They pulled apart. She let her top fall, and it hit the floor, and she took off her panties while he removed his swim trunks. He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Romina lay back with her legs open and Lorenzo arranged two pillows under her hips. He was horny, but he knew she wanted it more, so he made her wait. He slid two fingers inside to check how wet she was, and only then did he enter her slowly.

She moaned at the slow glide inside her. He fucked her unhurriedly, as if they had all the time in the world. Romina lifted her legs and drove her heels into his ass, like a rider urging him to go faster, until she exploded under the hungry look of the man.

—Kiss me —she asked sweetly.

Lorenzo did. It was a long kiss, the kind that seems to join more than just mouths. Their bodies stayed pressed together, she could feel his sweaty skin, and she was happy. But she wanted more, and this time she wanted to set the pace.

—I want to ride you —she whispered.

He slowly pulled out, lay on his back, and his cock stood upright like a stake in the tangle of hair. Romina loved what she saw. She smiled, climbed onto the bed, one foot on each side of the man, and lowered herself slowly. As she did, she thought that all that morning exercise was good for something after all. She knelt when she felt him at her entrance and stayed still for a second, letting him knock at her door.

She straightened up so he could look at her: brown skin, dark eyes, hair just below her shoulders, a narrow waist, firm breasts, long hard nipples. She thought of Daniel, who was in some room in the same hotel fucking Brigitte, the wife of the man she was enjoying as she hadn’t enjoyed herself in years. She smiled, grateful for her husband’s perversity, and sank all the way down, impaling herself on that long cock.

She took the rhythm her own way, relishing the friction all the way in. She leaned back so the tip would hit that spot that drove her crazy, rubbed her clit, and came, stopping for a moment so he would understand she had pushed him to the limit, that she was all his.

—Baby… you’re driving me crazy… I want your cum… I can’t take it anymore.

Lorenzo held her hips, kept her still and started moving from below, driving into her with deep, precise thrusts. They didn’t scream. They met in the waterfall of sex, coming together, looking into each other’s eyes, both of them knowing that for that weekend she was his. Afterward they held each other for a long time, and Romina loved those final pamperings, the caresses that left her skin hot.

***

—I want to give you something special —he said suddenly.

—Whatever you want —she answered, watching him get up and walk toward his suitcase.

She loved looking at him naked, that beautiful face on top of a worked body. Lorenzo came back with a small box and sat on the edge of the bed. When he opened it, Romina smiled, surrendered.

—Do you know what it means to wear this chain on your ankle and this other one around your neck? —he asked.

—Yes. When I met you I was already wearing them, but they belonged to another man, to Daniel, my husband. I came to you free, unbound, ready to live something I had never experienced: being someone else’s. And you made me yours, giving me pleasure, making me come. Put them on me.

—So you want…?

Romina didn’t let him finish the question.

—Yes. I want to be your woman, your female, yours for this whole weekend. And for tomorrow, when you hand Daniel back the keys, for him to know everything that happened in this room.

Lorenzo fastened the chain around her ankle, then the one around her neck, and kissed the nape of her neck like a man signing over ownership. Outside, evening was beginning to fall over the empty pool. Inside, Romina found herself thinking that maybe that game her husband had invented for the two of them would end up teaching her something none of the three had expected.