My Wife Turned the Celebration into an Orgy

From the first day I met Mariana, I knew she was going to be a delicious problem. Not only because of her beauty—which she had, and in abundance—but because of something you could see in the way she looked at people, the way she laughed with her head thrown back, the way she bit her lip when something truly interested her. Mariana was born with an appetite that could never be satisfied, and I knew it from the start.

She’s thirty-two, fair-skinned, with brown hair that falls down her back as though it has weight. Her eyes are that shade of brown that looks golden when the light hits them from the side. She has a mouth made for saying things that shouldn’t be said, and a body that follows through on them. I’m not going to pretend to be modest: I married her knowing perfectly well who she was, and who she was included other men before me, during our courtship, and—I say this without shame—probably afterward too.

Some people would call it a flaw. I learned to call it something else.

We’d been married a little over a month when she called my cell one Friday afternoon.

“Honey, I’m bringing some coworkers home,” she said, with that hint of alcohol already shining in her voice. “We closed out the quarter and they gave us the bonus. We have to celebrate.”

“Bring them,” I replied, because I already knew her tone and understood it wasn’t a question.

They showed up after eight. Four of them: Carla and Lucía, both married, and Hugo and Esteban, also married, but none of them had brought their partners. I’d met them all before, at some dinner or barbecue. They arrived already well into their drinks, laughing about something no one ever finished explaining, with two bottles of pisco tucked under their arms.

“Come in, come in,” I said, opening the dining-room door. “There’s food to snack on.”

Mariana gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped away toward the stairs.

“Give me a minute, guys. I can’t stand these office clothes anymore.”

All five of us sat around the table. I poured the pisco, brought out some olives and a little cheese, and let them tell us how they’d closed out the quarter. Esteban exaggerated, Hugo corrected him, and the two women laughed at both of them. At some point the jokes started getting raunchier, and I noticed Carla and Lucía looking at me in a way that wasn’t entirely innocent. I played along. It was no trouble.

When Mariana came back downstairs, the conversation stopped dead.

She had put on a strapless white top that barely reached above her navel, with nothing underneath. Denim shorts so short it was hard to call them shorts. Red high-heeled sandals. Her toenails painted the same red. She paused on the last step for a second, knowing perfectly well what effect she was having and enjoying it.

“Wow, sweetheart,” I said. “You look good enough to eat.”

“Damn, Mariana,” Esteban exclaimed, raising his glass. “My respects. You look like a goddess.”

“Thanks, Estebancito,” she replied, sitting beside me with a catlike smile.

“With that body and what you’re wearing,” Hugo said, “you could resurrect a dead man, I swear.”

“Oh, you boys are such flirts,” Mariana laughed.

Carla set her glass down on the table with a sharp thud, pretending to be offended.

“And what about us?” she said. “Of course, Mariana dresses like that and suddenly you can’t see anyone else. You bunch of shameless men. Here, look at this. Let’s see what you think.”

And before anyone could answer, Carla took off her blouse and pants, leaving herself in a bra and thong. Her skin was tanned, her belly only slightly softened by two pregnancies, her hips wide, her large tits squeezed against the lace of her bra, her nipples standing hard beneath the fabric. She stood up and turned slowly, letting herself be looked at, moving her ass with all the intention in the world.

“Damn, Carla,” I said. “You’re no slouch either, huh?”

“Mmm, yeah, Carlita, you look delicious,” Hugo murmured, making no effort to hide the bulge already showing in his pants.

“Fuck,” Esteban said, shifting in his chair and shamelessly adjusting his cock beneath his belt. “Between the two of you, you’re going to kill me. Lucía’s still missing.”

“Oh, no,” Lucía replied, crossing her arms. “If these lunatics want to strip naked, that doesn’t mean I have to.”

“Take it off, take it off!” we all began chanting, banging on the table.

“Don’t provoke me!” she said, laughing now. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

We were all drunk, and the four of them more than I was, since they’d come from a bar where the celebration had already begun. Any embarrassment had disappeared long ago.

“Lucía,” I said, because the truth was that I wanted to see her—she had a beautiful body—“what’s wrong with it? We’re all friends here. If you didn’t have what you have, I wouldn’t be asking.”

Lucía looked at me, sighed, and gave in.

“Well, since you’re asking politely, unlike these two satyrs,” she said, pointing at Hugo and Esteban. “But I’m warning you, you’re in for a surprise.”

She took off her clothes and was left wearing only her bra. She had nothing else on.

“Here’s the surprise,” she said, spreading her arms. “That’s why I didn’t want to. I don’t wear underwear underneath. I like to be comfortable.”

The four of us stood silent for a moment, staring at her. Lucía had very pale skin, a completely shaved pussy, tight pink lips, and a confidence in her posture that said this was nowhere near the first time she’d left a room speechless. She ran a hand over her bare pubis as if absentmindedly, revealing that a little moisture was already glistening between her thighs.

“It’s not fair to Lucía,” Mariana said then, standing up. “I’ll take off my shorts so we’re even.”

She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was shaved too, swollen, and by that point in the night anyone could see that she was dripping. She turned all the way around slowly, offering herself to everyone’s gaze, arching her ass, then faced us again.

“Well, hearts? Do you like what you see?”

“Good God, Mariana,” Hugo said, his voice thick. “Sorry, Diego.”

“Don’t worry,” I replied. “My wife is a monument from every angle. Honey, you’ve got my cock hard as iron.”

“Well, so I’m not the exception,” Carla said. “I’ll take off my thong too.”

Carla repeated Mariana’s turn, showing herself completely, her pussy fleshier than the other two women’s, her lips sticking out thickly between her thighs. We now had three practically naked women in front of us, wearing only their bras, all three aroused, all three looking at us as if we were dessert.

“This is so unfair,” Mariana said, planting her hands on her hips. “We’re practically naked and you three are all covered up. Come on, clothes off. We want to see what you’re hiding.”

“Yeah, clothes off,” Carla chimed in, ecstatic. “We want to see who’s got the biggest one.”

“And not just see it,” Lucía added, raising an eyebrow. “Touch it. Weigh it. Suck it. Are you okay with that, host?”

All three of them turned toward me. I winked at Mariana.

“I have no problem with it,” I said. “And I don’t think the guys will either.”

They didn’t. The three of us stood up and undressed without anyone having to insist, until we were completely naked in front of them, our three cocks standing upright and pointing at the ceiling, veins pronounced, glans glistening. The air in the dining room had turned thick and charged, as if it could be chewed.

“Well, well,” Mariana said, openly letting her gaze travel from one cock to another. “You boys are packing some fine pieces. What do you think, girls?”

“My husband isn’t built like that,” Lucía admitted shamelessly, her mouth slightly open. “I’m impressed. And I’d take off my panties too, if I had any.”

“You boys win the grand prize,” Carla laughed, squeezing her nipples without realizing she was doing it.

“Since we’re all naked already,” Hugo said, his cock jumping against his belly with every breath, “there’s still something you’re missing. Bras off.”

“Hugo’s right,” my wife said.

Mariana took off her top, and her friends removed their bras. Their tits sprang free, three different pairs, all enticing: Mariana’s firm and pert, with dark, erect nipples; Carla’s larger and drooping more under their weight, with wide areolas; Lucía’s small and unruly, with pink tips like little rubber points. Now all six of us were exactly as we’d come into the world, standing in the middle of the dining room, our glasses half-finished and the background music playing for no one.

“All right, as agreed,” Mariana said, taking charge with her usual ease. “We’re going to touch them. Guys, against the wall. My husband first, since he’s the host. Hugo, to his left. Esteban, next to Hugo.”

The three of us positioned ourselves with our backs to the wall, like three recruits waiting for orders, our hard cocks pointing forward. And the orders came.

Mariana approached me first. She took me in one hand, squeezed gently, weighed my balls with the other, then moved on without lingering, like an inspector who already knew the merchandise. She spent more time with Hugo. She grabbed him by the base, moved him slowly, pulled his foreskin back and forth, examining him up close.

“Mmm, Hugo,” she said. “What a fine cock. And the tip’s already wet. You’re hard, hard. Pretty, sweetheart. Look how it’s throbbing in my hand.”

She ran her thumb over his glans, collected the thick drop of precum that had appeared, and brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean while looking at me. Then she moved on to Esteban.

“Estebancito, you’re so thick,” she said, barely able to wrap her hand around him. “You look like a mango. I won’t be able to fit you all the way in my mouth without choking, but I’m going to try. You’re beautiful too. And these balls, so heavy. You’re loaded, my love. I can tell it’s been a long time since you let it go.”

“Come on, girls, don’t be shy,” she called to her friends. “You don’t waste an opportunity like this.”

Carla and Lucía came closer, one after the other, running their hands over us. Carla took hold of me, squeezed me hard, ran her thumb over my frenulum, and made me shiver. Lucía crouched down, smelled my lower belly, slowly raised her nose along my shaft until it brushed my glans, and smiled without actually sucking me. It was obvious all three women were on the verge, that it was no longer a question of whether something would happen, but when. We were the same, our cocks throbbing and dripping precum from their tips.

“This isn’t enough,” Esteban said, his voice hoarse. “We want you to suck them. Full service. Mouth, tongue, and throat.”

“I second that,” Hugo said. “Let’s see who’s the most skilled. What do you say, Diego?”

“I completely agree,” I replied. “With the experience you girls have, this is going to be championship-level.”

The three women looked at one another, that “do we or don’t we?” look that lasts one second and resolves itself. Mariana, as always, was the one who decided for everyone.

“So you’re challenging us, huh?” she said. “Fine. We’ll give you what you want. But we’ll do it properly, because I’m the hostess.”

She went to the display cabinet and took out three dice. She dropped them on the table.

“Each of us rolls one. Whoever gets the highest number starts with Esteban, who’s about to burst. She sets the pace and keeps time. The second one goes with Hugo. The last one goes with my husband. Then we rotate. If there’s a tie, we roll again. Is that clear?”

They rolled. Lucía got the highest number, Mariana the second, and Carla the lowest.

“Perfect,” Mariana said. “Lucía with Esteban, me with Hugo, Carla with my husband. Let’s get to work. No—to mouthwork.”

All three women knelt in front of us at the same time, their tits hanging forward, their knees spread for balance. I saw Carla tuck her hair behind her ears with the natural ease of someone who knew she didn’t want it getting in her face while she sucked.

I don’t know how to describe what I felt when Carla took me into her mouth. First she licked me slowly, from my balls to the tip, taking her time and wetting me all over. Then she took me in with one thrust, almost to the base, and held me there for a second, her throat squeezing my glans. When she pulled out, a strand of saliva hung from her lips to my tip without breaking. Her lips were hot, her tongue attentive, one hand holding me while the other caressed my balls, squeezing them in exactly the right rhythm. She began sucking me steadily, moving up and down, twisting her tongue around my glans whenever she reached the tip.

“You taste so good, Diego,” she murmured each time she pulled off to breathe. “Look how shiny you are. You’re so hard.”

She took me all the way back in, arching her neck and letting me feel the soft part of her throat. She looked up at me with watering eyes without looking away, enjoying herself. She slipped two fingers into her own pussy while she sucked me, and I heard them enter wetly, one after the other. She was touching herself while she sucked my cock.

To my left, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mariana devoted to Hugo, devouring him, pulling him out shining with saliva only to take him back in whole. She gripped his cock with both hands, licked his balls one by one, put them in her mouth, ran her flat tongue up his shaft, and reached the tip to suck it with her cheeks hollowed, creating a seal. Hugo’s eyes were closed and his head rested against the wall, his hands clenched in my wife’s hair.

“Oh, Mariana, you’re so good at that,” he panted. “God. Yes, like that, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Shut up and enjoy it,” she told him, pulling off for a second to speak in a husky voice. “I’m going to suck you until you come in my mouth. All of it. Not a drop is going to fall outside. Do you understand?”

Then she went back to eating him, moving her head quickly, making wet, splashing sounds.

I knew what my wife was capable of. I’d experienced it so many times. And even so, watching her do it to another man, a yard away from me, shamelessly pleasuring herself as she did it, her thighs pressed together to relieve her pussy, drove me wild. Farther away, Lucía was taking care of Esteban with her whole throat, licking him from base to tip without hurrying, pausing at every vein and following them with the tip of her tongue.

“I’ve never tried one this big,” she said between licks. “I love the way it curves. I can see it bulging in my throat when I take it, look.”

She took Esteban’s hand and placed it on her neck so he could feel the bulge of his own cock inside her. Esteban grunted, grabbed her hair, and pushed her head without roughness but without letting her pull away. She allowed it, gagged a little, drew back coughing with a strand of drool hanging from her lips, laughed, and then impaled her throat on him again all the way to the base.

After a long while, with everyone’s jaws tired and all three cocks on the verge, Lucía ordered them to rotate.

“Switch, girls. Now I’m going with the host. Mariana, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Sorry for being honest, friend.”

“Don’t worry,” my wife laughed, moving on to Esteban and immediately taking hold of his cock so it wouldn’t go soft. “That’s what they’re for. Enjoy it.”

And she did. Lucía knew what she was doing; her experience was obvious. She took me into her mouth, cool from having just come out of Esteban’s, warmed me back up quickly, and started sucking me with a different technique—slower, more tongue, swirling it around my glans until my legs trembled. She took my balls into her mouth one at a time while jerking me with her hand, then swallowed my entire cock until I felt her nose against my belly. She stayed there, swallowing and squeezing me with her throat, and only pulled away when she ran out of air.

“Diego, brother, your wife sucks like no one else,” Esteban’s voice reached me from the other side, where Mariana already had half his cock in her mouth and the other half in her hand, twisting it.

“That’s not all,” I answered, barely able to speak. “She’s better than anyone at everything else too. You’ll see.”

They rotated once more. Now Mariana was with me, Carla with Esteban, and Lucía with Hugo. And as soon as my wife took me into her mouth, I felt the difference. I don’t know what she does or how she does it, but it’s as if she knows exactly what second you’re in and what you need. She licked me slowly at first, as a greeting, then got serious: head down, head up, throat, tongue, one hand on my balls, the other on my perineum, everything working at once. She looked up at me with shining eyes and the faintest smile around my cock. Each woman had her own style, and all of them had their merits, but I’m not bragging: Mariana took the trophy, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. Later, when they couldn’t hear us, both Hugo and Esteban confirmed it to me amid laughter and envy.

We kept going until none of the three of us could hold out any longer. All three cocks were about to burst, all three mouths working hard, and the dining room filled with the wet sound of three simultaneous blowjobs mixed with our panting and the women’s moans as they touched themselves with their free hands.

“Girls, don’t spill it on the floor,” Mariana said without letting go of me, pulling my cock out for barely a moment before taking it back in. “You swallow this. Every last drop. Got it?”

Carla and Lucía gave a thumbs-up without stopping what they were doing, their mouths far too occupied to answer.

I was first. Mariana’s mouths don’t forgive, and she’d had me on the edge for a while. I felt everything rising from my balls, a thick pull at the base, and warned her as soon as I could, panting and grabbing her hair. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she took me all the way in, tightened her lips around my shaft, and squeezed my balls with her other hand to milk me. I unloaded a long jet into her throat, then another, and another, and she swallowed them all without pulling me out, feeling them go down. Only when I was finished did she slowly detach herself, lick her lips while looking into my eyes, and open her mouth to show me there was nothing left, that she’d swallowed it all, telling me without words that she’d enjoyed it.

Hugo was next. I heard him grunt and clench his teeth while Carla spoke to him between sucks.

“Come on, give it to me, give it all to me in my mouth, Hugo. I want to taste it, I want to feel it hot.”

Hugo grabbed her head with both hands, pushed her just enough to take her all the way down, and came. Carla wrapped her arms around his waist, took the thrust, and swallowed every spurt with her eyes closed and a smile. When he was done, she kept sucking the tip slowly to draw out the last drops, squeezing the base to milk him dry. Hugo was trembling all over.

Esteban took a little longer, but when he exploded, it was tremendous. He had so much built up that it overflowed from the corners of Lucía’s mouth and ran down her chin to her chest, between her tits. She swallowed what she could, laughed, kept sucking the cock that was still throbbing in her mouth, and collected with two fingers what had escaped down her chin, bringing it to her mouth so nothing would be wasted. After finishing and swallowing, Lucía coughed a little to one side, laughing as she wiped the corner of her lips with the back of her hand.

“Fuck,” she said, wiping her mouth. “You almost choked me. A little more and I’d have needed mouth-to-mouth. Estebancito, you must have been saving that up for a month.”

We all laughed, exhausted and aroused, our cocks still half-hard because the atmosphere wouldn’t let them go soft, with no shame left at all. Mariana stood up, still naked, her thighs glistening with how wet she was, and sought me out with her eyes. I knew her. That look wasn’t an ending. It meant we were only getting started.

“Well, boys,” she said, running her tongue over her lips and wiping away a drop left at the corner of her mouth. “That was the appetizer. None of us has come yet. Who said we were finished?”

***

But that second part of the night, what came afterward, deserves to be told separately. And I’m going to tell it.