My Wife Planned the Threesome at the Cabin Without Telling Me

When I woke up, Lucía was no longer in bed. I got dressed and dragged myself down to the kitchen, where I found her with Verónica, the two of them with a cup of coffee in their hands and that cousinly complicity that had always seemed harmless to me.

“Good morning,” I said, and kissed my wife on the temple.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Verónica replied. “How was the bed? Comfortable?”

“Very. And quiet,” I answered, glancing sideways at Lucía. “Not like yours.”

Verónica laughed and tapped the coffee cup with her spoon.

“It wasn’t that bad. We could hardly hear you.”

“Well, we could hear you,” Lucía said. “Aren’t you mad at Hugo?”

There it was again, I thought as I poured myself a cup.

“I still am,” Verónica admitted, drawing out the vowels. “But the flesh is weak. After what you told me yesterday, it really got me going.”

I looked at my wife and she nodded without even trying to hide it. She had told her cousin some of our stories, and that changed everything.

Hugo appeared at that moment, also half asleep, and Verónica handed him a cup with a kiss given out of habit, not desire.

“Plans might change,” he announced. “Work called me and I have to head back a day early.”

“How come?”

“Meetings. I figured we could drive up to the cabin today and spend the last two days there instead of waiting.”

No one minded bringing it forward. In less than an hour we had the car loaded and Hugo behind the wheel. We stopped in the village to buy supplies and switch to an SUV, because, according to Verónica, there was no other way to get to the cabin.

“You’ll see,” she said, turned around in the back seat. “You’re going to fall in love with the place.”

***

The road plunged into a dense forest and climbed through the snow to a hidden cabin, stone-built with a steep roof and smoke already coming out of the chimney. Waiting beside the door was Tomás, the guy in charge of maintenance, who couldn’t have been more than twenty-one. After introductions, we unloaded the boxes and went inside.

The interior was a marvel: stone and wood everywhere, a huge fireplace facing two large sofas, the open kitchen, and a picture window looking out onto a back terrace. There, under a wooden cover, were a sauna and a jacuzzi with views over the whole valley. Tomás had already lit the wood stoves in the two upstairs rooms, so we were able to wear short sleeves despite the cold outside.

I went out onto the terrace for a cigarette and Hugo joined me with two beers.

“This is beautiful,” I told him.

“My family’s owned the land forever. This is the original cabin; the ones we rent out are further up. People come here not to move around.”

The girls came out and sat with us. Verónica rubbed her hands together.

“Did you show him the jacuzzi? The water heats up with a fire. Even if it snows, it’s amazing in there.”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I said.

“Neither did I,” Lucía said.

Verónica burst out laughing.

“Neither did we. You can’t see it from outside, so we don’t use one.”

Lucía and I looked at each other. Neither of us minded, but we hadn’t expected them to say it so casually, especially knowing Verónica was still pissed at her husband about something.

***

After lunch we took a snowshoe hike up the mountain, crossing through a cluster of trees until we could see the other cabins in the distance. We came back cold and Verónica led us straight to the terrace.

“Get naked here and leave your clothes before you go into the sauna,” she ordered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

There were towels by the door. I covered myself with one, though not before looking at Verónica’s body: big breasts, similar to Lucía’s, and nipples puckered by the cold. Hugo, for his part, couldn’t take his eyes off my wife while she undressed.

Inside, we sat facing one another. The heat after the cold made me instantly sleepy and I closed my eyes for a moment.

“If you want, take off the towels,” Verónica said. “I don’t mind, and neither does he.”

I opened my eyes just in time to see, through the steam, her baring her breasts, immediately imitated by Lucía. Hugo was trying to sneak a look until his wife jabbed him with her elbow. Then I felt Lucía’s hand sliding along my thigh.

“This one’s starting to feel the heat too,” she said, grabbing me.

“What’s getting to me is your hand,” I replied.

The two women laughed. Verónica stretched out her arm and grabbed her husband’s already hard cock.

“He doesn’t even need touching. One look at your tits and he’s all worked up.”

I moved my hand to Lucía’s sex. She was wet, and she spread her legs a little to let me in. In the dim light I could make out Hugo stroking himself without taking his eyes off us and Verónica touching her own breasts. My wife then bent down and started licking me in front of them, with no shame at all, while I kept my fingers inside her.

Verónica had one leg up on the bench and a hand lost between her thighs. Hugo tried to touch her and she knocked him away with a slap of her hand. The punishment, whatever it was, was still in effect.

Lucía sat on top of me from behind, spearing herself down onto my cock so Hugo would have the perfect view of me fucking her. She rode me until she came with a long moan, and when Verónica murmured, “I’m coming,” and let herself go in spasms, I finished inside my wife too.

“Do we run naked through the snow now, or is that before the jacuzzi?” Lucía asked, standing up.

Verónica took her hand and the two of them went out laughing. Hugo and I were left alone.

“What just happened?” he said, looking at the door.

“My wife and I fucked in front of you. And yours is punishing you for something.”

He dropped his gaze.

“Last year she caught me messaging another woman. We almost split up, but she forgave me. And lately I’d been pushing her with a fantasy: being with two women.”

“Well, there you go. Give her time. Let her decide.”

We couldn’t keep talking: the girls came back running, frozen, with bits of snow still on their skin.

***

The four of us got into the jacuzzi, sighing with pleasure as the hot water hit us. Hugo went in to fetch Belgian beers and a platter of cheeses, and the conversation drifted toward our adventures. Verónica asked detailed questions and Lucía or I answered; Hugo listened more and more stunned, unable to believe it.

Under the water, I stretched out one leg and brushed Verónica’s thigh. She winked at me and spread her legs, letting me reach her sex with my foot. She started grinding against it with her eyes closed, until a moan gave her away.

“Surprised?” she said to her husband. “Wasn’t that what you wanted? A threesome with another woman. Well, you’re going to get it, just not now. Now it’s my turn.”

She came over to me, kissed me deeply, and bent down to give me a deep blowjob while Lucía got behind her and licked her pussy. Hugo made to touch my wife.

“You stay still,” she cut him off. “No moving and no touching.”

I let him go on, though I felt a little sorry to see him standing there, forced to watch. Verónica braced herself on the edge and asked me to fuck her like that, in front of him. I entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, while she never took her eyes off her husband.

“This isn’t the threesome you expected, is it? Watching another man fuck me and you doing nothing. Well, there’s more.”

Lucía got in front of him with her legs open and Verónica buried her face between them. The two cousins moaning at the same time, one licking the other while I pumped away, was too much for Hugo, who was breathing hard in his corner. Verónica came riding me facing him, and I finished in her mouth without her ever stopping looking at him from the corner of her eye. Then she stood up and went into the cabin without saying a word.

“What are you waiting for?” Lucía said to Hugo. “Go with her.”

He followed her. My wife and I stayed in the water, caressing each other.

“Is it over already?” I asked.

“I think so. Now comes the reconciliation.”

***

They took more than an hour to come back, and when they did, they were in a different mood. Verónica got into the jacuzzi with a new smile.

“The punishment’s over. I just wanted him to feel what I’d feel seeing him with another woman.”

“I’m jealous,” Hugo admitted, “but I think it’s fair, as long as there’s a turnabout.”

He said it while looking at Lucía, who burst out laughing.

“That was planned from the start,” she confessed. “He was the last to find out.”

Dinner was full of laughter, with Lucía brushing against Hugo at every turn, teasing him until he left his embarrassment behind. After coffee, the two women sat one on each side of him.

“I’m going to put you on the spot,” Verónica said, taking off her T-shirt at the same time as my wife. “Who has the better breasts?”

Hugo, with no more inhibitions, weighed them in his hands, licked one nipple from each, and declared it a tie. Then they moved on to asses, and after that there was no turning back. The two of them knelt in front of him and took turns licking his cock while I held myself back in my chair, wanting to join in but not daring yet.

Lucía ended up sitting on top of him, spearing herself in with a single motion, while Verónica came over to me. The four of us were tangled together, her mouth on my cock, her husband fucking my wife a meter away. Then I knelt between Verónica’s legs and, while I licked her pussy, I moistened her ass with my tongue and, seeing that she didn’t pull away, slid one finger in slowly.

“You bastard,” she panted. “Slowly. Don’t stop licking me.”

Hugo put Lucía on all fours and did the same with her. When we had both of them ready, we fucked them from behind at the same time. Verónica complained at first, asking us to take it easy; my wife, more used to it, took Hugo without any problem despite his thickness. At some point the two cousins turned their heads and started kissing while we fucked them.

“Come on, put it in too!” Verónica begged her husband when I was already inside her. “Both of you at once!”

Hugo hesitated, but got into position. Verónica moaned between pain and pleasure.

“Like that! My first time with two. I had no idea what I’d been missing.”

We changed positions several more times, until the two of us finished, one after the other, without her stopping coming. We ended up all four sprawled on the living room rug, out of breath.

“I don’t even know how many orgasms I’ve had,” Verónica said. “My legs are shaking.”

“I’m freaking out,” Hugo murmured. “I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

She crawled over and rested her head on his chest.

“The idea was for the two of them to be with me while you watched as punishment, and then for you to have the two of us. The thing with my cousin came up on the fly.” She paused. “And I have to confess something: it wasn’t my first threesome. Long before I met you, with a boyfriend I had.”

Hugo looked at her in surprise, but he slipped an arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t care. The past is the past. You didn’t think I believed you were a virgin, did you?”

The four of us laughed, relieved that the matter wasn’t going to go any further. Outside it was already fully dark; we had missed the sunset from the jacuzzi, but no one cared. Hugo and I prepared dinner while they showered, and between one burner and the next he asked me, still unbelieving, how many times I had done something like this.

“A few times,” I admitted. “And I have to confess this one took no effort at all.”

We went to bed exhausted, almost instantly asleep. Who knows what surprise the next day would bring.