My Husband Wanted to Watch Me With a Stranger That Night

On Saturday night, there was already electricity in the air before we even closed the front door. Marcos watched me as I finished adjusting my black dress in the mirror, the one that clung to me like a second skin, with a plunging neckline, no bra, and stockings held up by a garter belt. He came up behind me, moved my hair off my neck, and spoke low, almost with a broken voice.

—Tonight you’re going to drive everyone wild —he said—. And I’m going to love watching you lose control.

I didn’t answer. I just looked at him through the reflection and let his hand slide down my hip. We had been talking about it for weeks in bed, in the dark, where confessions come easier. That night, both of us knew it was no longer just talk.

We arrived at the nightclub with our usual group, but after a few minutes the world shrank to the dance floor, to the bass pounding into our chests, and the glances crossing in the dim light. That was when I saw him.

He was dancing alone, in the middle of the crowd, as if the music belonged to him. He was tall and lean, with dark skin catching the blue reflections of the spotlights, wearing a black T-shirt that clung to his body without trying too hard. He moved his hips with a slow, almost hypnotic cadence. Our eyes met and neither of us looked away.

Marcos noticed right away. He squeezed my waist and leaned in to my ear.

—That guy is devouring you with his eyes —he murmured—. Want to dance with him?

—Very much —I admitted, and felt the heat rising between my thighs.

—Go on. Press yourself against him. I want to watch you.

I went. He made room for me without stopping moving, with a crooked smile that said he already knew everything. We started close, just barely brushing, sizing each other up. His hands were large and found my hips as if they already knew the way. He turned me slowly and pressed me back to his chest.

—Your name is… —he let the sentence hang in the air against my nape.

—Tonight it doesn’t matter —I replied.

I felt his hot breath on my skin and, lower down, the hardness growing against my back. We danced like that for several songs, sweat mixing together, his fingers sliding up my sides until they grazed the side of my breasts without ever quite reaching them. Out of the corner of my eye, at the table, I could make out Marcos’s silhouette watching us, his eyes shining with desire and a drink forgotten in his hand.

—Are you here with someone? —he asked me in my ear, his deep voice vibrating against it.

—With my husband —I said, arching my back to press more firmly against his body—. He’s watching us.

He went still for half a second. Then he let out a low laugh and held me tighter.

—Then let’s give him something to watch.

***

When we went back to the table, Marcos was waiting for us with fresh drinks. He handed one to the stranger without hesitation.

—Good show —he said, smiling—. I’ve been hard half the night just watching you two.

The other man took a long drink, looking at both of us over the rim of the glass, trying to figure out the rules of the game.

—Are you always this direct? —he asked with a half-smile.

—We’re open-minded —Marcos replied, and looked at me so I would confirm it—. And tonight we’d like to take this home. All three of us. If you’re into it.

There was a silence that lasted as long as it takes for a song to change. Then he set the glass down on the table and nodded.

—My name’s Darío —he said, as if that suddenly did matter—. And yes. I’m in.

In the car, I sat in the back with Darío. Marcos drove and, every now and then, looked for my eyes in the rearview mirror, not missing a thing.

—Kiss her —he asked from the front—. I want to see how wet she is already.

Darío kissed me deeply, his hot tongue entering my mouth slowly, while his hand slid up my thigh, pushed aside the thin fabric of my thong, and two long fingers sank into me. I moaned against his lips.

—You’re soaked —he said, pulling back just enough—. Are you always like this?

—Only when I know what’s coming —I answered, panting.

From the front seat came Marcos’s rough laugh.

—Good answer, baby.

***

The front door closed behind us and the air grew thick. In the living room, with the lights low, Marcos kissed me first. Slow, deep, claiming me the way he does when he wants to remind me who I belong to while lending me to another man. His hands squeezed my breasts over the dress.

—Take it off her —he told Darío without letting go of my mouth.

Darío came up behind me and lowered the zipper little by little, letting the dress slide to the floor. I was left in thong, stockings and garter belt, my nipples already hard under the room’s air.

—Fuck —he muttered, lowering his head to catch one nipple in his mouth, tugging gently with his teeth.

I moaned loudly. Marcos knelt in front of me, spread my legs, and parted the wet fabric with one finger.

—Look how she’s shining —he said, tracing my clit with his fingertip—. She’s begging for tongue.

He started licking me slowly, his flat tongue running over me entirely before focusing on the exact spot, first carefully, then with more hunger. Darío stayed above, alternating between my breasts, sucking and pinching, while I could barely hold myself up with one hand on each of their heads.

—Do you like it like this? —Darío asked against my skin.

—Don’t stop —was all I could say.

I came fast, trembling, gripping Marcos’s hair while my leg gave out. He stood and kissed me so I could taste myself in his mouth.

—Now it’s your turn —he told Darío.

They switched places. Darío knelt, opened my legs wider, and buried his tongue in me with hunger, searching inside while his thumb rubbed me in circles. Marcos, standing, had taken off his pants and was stroking himself while watching us.

—Open your mouth, baby —he said.

He slid into my mouth slowly, holding my nape, setting a slow rhythm while Darío kept devouring me below. Being trapped between the two of them, one mouth full and the other between my legs, made me moan in a way I barely recognized in myself.

—I want to fuck her now —Darío said, getting to his feet and stripping off the rest of his clothes.

***

They put me on all fours on the sofa. Darío positioned himself behind me, held my hips, and entered slowly, working his way in little by little until he was buried to the hilt. I arched, biting my lip.

—So tight —he groaned, still not moving, letting me feel him all the way.

—Slowly —I begged, though I was already pushing back against him.

He started moving deep, pulling almost all the way out and then coming back in with measured calm, each thrust a promise. Marcos came around the sofa and stood in front of me.

—Suck me while he fucks you —he said, gently taking me by the hair.

I moaned with my mouth full, the vibrations wrapping around his cock, while Darío sped up and my breasts swayed with every удар. One of his hands slid down to rub my clit without stopping his thrusts.

—She’s going to come again —Darío announced, feeling me clench around him.

And I came, this time with my mouth occupied and my whole body shaking between them. Marcos pulled back and lifted my chin, looking at me with a strange tenderness in the middle of all that.

—To the bedroom —he said—. I want both of you at once.

***

On the bed, Darío lay on his back and I climbed on top, guiding him inside me and lowering myself slowly until I felt completely full. I began to move, my hands braced on his chest, while he held my hips.

—I love how tight you are around me —he murmured.

Marcos positioned himself behind me. I felt him preparing me patiently, with saliva and with what my own body was spilling, until he began to enter me from behind, millimeter by millimeter.

—Breathe, baby —he whispered against my back—. Relax.

I did. And when both of them were completely inside me, I felt a fullness that stole my breath, the friction between them through that tiny wall that made my legs tremble. I stayed still for a moment, my forehead resting on Darío’s shoulder, taking it in.

—Are you okay? —Marcos asked, without moving.

—More than okay —I panted—. Don’t stop.

They started moving in sync, as if they had planned it: one going in as the other pulled out, a slow back-and-forth at first that gradually picked up speed. The three of us’ moans mixed in the room, my back beaded with sweat, Marcos’s hands digging into my hips.

—Do you like having both of us? —he asked in my ear, biting my shoulder.

—It drives me insane —I answered—. Don’t stop, please.

They sped up. I no longer controlled my own sounds. I came once more, clenching around both of them in contractions that seemed never to end, and I heard them both hold their breath.

—I’m going to come —Darío warned, his voice tight.

—Do it —I pleaded.

He let go with a deep groan, holding me tightly. Marcos lasted a little longer, pulled out, and finished across my back, leaving my skin hot and sticky. The three of us collapsed on the bed, tangled together, panting, with no one wanting to move yet.

Marcos kissed the nape of my neck, softly.

—You’re incredible —he whispered.

Darío stroked my hair, still catching his breath.

—I have to do this again —he said, and the three of us laughed softly.

***

We showered together, unhurried, soap sliding over hands that were no longer reaching for anything urgent, only the slow pleasure of touching. Darío left at dawn, with a kiss for each of us at the door and the promise of a message I’m not sure will ever come.

The next morning, Marcos held me from behind while I made coffee, just like the night before in front of the mirror, but this time without any acting in his voice.

—Write it all down —he asked against my neck—. I want you to read it to me this afternoon, slowly, while we relive it together.

And here I am, on Sunday afternoon, with my body still sensitive and the memory far too vivid. When Marcos gets home from work, I’m going to read him every word. And I know that as soon as I get to the part where the two of them were whispering to me at the same time, I’m going to come just from remembering.