The Afternoon I Shared My Wife with Two Strangers

The idea of being a willing cuckold turns me on. My wife, Carla, being a hotwife: a woman free to sleep with whomever she wants and however many she wants, with me present as a mere observer. What I like most is seeing her surrounded by several men at once, sharing her out while I watch from a corner.

We’ve always been drawn to that territory. Threesomes, group parties, the idea of her being the center of everything. We’ve been together for more than fifteen years and have been in an open relationship for quite a while now, so we already had plenty of miles under our belt in this scene. I almost always took part, but in situations with several men I’d learned to step aside and just watch them work her over between two or three of them.

The last time we went to an open club it was an ordinary Tuesday, in the middle of the afternoon. It was the usual place, so we knew the layout by heart. We got there early and no couples had come in yet. In the common area, just after reception, there were two men who seemed to have been there a while: each one sitting at a different table, with a half-finished drink and only the towel they give you on entry, the one you put on when you leave your clothes in the changing room. They hadn’t come together, but they were chatting with each other about anything and everything.

I took a look around the place. I checked the room in case there was anyone else… nothing. The club is small, so I quickly confirmed that, counting the hostess, the guy at the bar, and those two men, we were the only people in the whole place. I was already doing the math in my head: if the afternoon didn’t liven up, I could always invite those two into the private room and put something together with Carla, though I would have liked a couple more.

The hostess, who is the owner along with the guy at the bar, welcomed us and we changed. Towel and flip-flops, like everyone else. When we came out, she asked us what we wanted to drink and we chatted with her for a while. She repeated, as if we didn’t already know, how the scene works, asked us about our desires and our limits. We made it clear to her: Carla wanted a threesome with two or three men and I was staying there as a mere spectator. We ordered two drinks to start loosening up.

—Do you want to sit inside or outside? —she asked me.

—Inside, for now —I told her—. We’ll see how the afternoon goes.

The private room was quiet, with soft music in the background, neither too loud nor too low. It felt good in there. I knew I’d be listening for the doorbell, which sounds throughout the room every time someone comes in, in case another man showed up.

When the hostess came back with the drinks, she did her PR work and “sold” us to the two guys in the common area. She told us that, for the moment, only they were available, that if we wanted she could introduce us, that no one was under any obligation. After a bit more small talk she left and wished us a good afternoon.

***

Carla and I were both horny and nervous at the same time. We drank slowly, talking about nonsense, waiting for someone else to come in. No one did. When we finished the first drink, I offered to go to the bar for two more, mainly so I could take a closer look at the two men.

I went out, leaned on the bar, and ordered. While the guy was pouring them, I surreptitiously looked at the two men sitting nearby. They weren’t at the same table, but close enough to talk. With the music so low, you could hear everything. Our eyes met a couple of times, those quick glances you immediately look away from, like when you cross paths with a stranger on the bus. They weren’t bad at all for what we were after: around our age and they looked well kept. I took the drinks and went back to the private room.

—Take the ice out of my glass —Carla asked me—. The air conditioning bothers my throat.

—Well, I want that throat in perfect condition this afternoon —I said, laughing, because I knew how our visits to this place always end.

She laughed.

—Let’s see how today goes, because this place is dead.

Carla loves this scene and has no qualms about showing it. She’ll tell you just as easily that she feels like being with two at once as she’ll blurt out what she wants without the slightest shame. So I suggested she go to the bar to have the ice taken out, and while she was there, the two men could get a good look at her and she could decide whether she liked them.

She got up and went out. I followed her, but stayed close to the entrance, at a distance, to see the guys’ reaction. They locked onto her the moment she appeared in the doorway and didn’t take their eyes off her, as if they were undressing her right there.

Carla also likes being watched, so she took her time at the bar to give them a chance. She was only wearing the towel covering her chest and pussy; the rest of her, shoulders, arms, legs, everything, was out in the open. And knowing she was being looked at, she must have been very hot already. She met one of their eyes and smiled. He gave her a half-smile back, embarrassed.

When she came back, I slid my hand under the towel.

—You’ve gotten yourself worked up, haven’t you?

I reached between her legs and, sure enough, she was soaked.

—What do you think of them? —I asked her.

—Not bad —she said—. They seem nice.

—Do we invite them to sit with us?

—Wait until I finish this first.

We kept going a little longer, barely speaking, looking at each other with that kind of complicity you have when both of you know what’s about to happen.

—I wish there were more —she blurted out without thinking.

—I’d love to see you at a party with at least five —I shot back immediately.

We had talked about that a thousand times. At home, when we fuck, we always fantasize about her being surrounded by several men while lately I just watch. This afternoon it was going to happen for real, even if it was only two.

***

The hostess passed by and I signaled to her. She came over with a grin from ear to ear.

—We were thinking of inviting those two out there —I told her.

—Do you want me to bring them in? —she asked.

—Yes —Carla and I said at the same time.

—I’ll talk to them —she replied, and went out to the common area.

I suppose she reminded them of the rules and basic manners. Meanwhile, I took Carla’s hand and kissed it.

—Here we go, darling —I told her, and kissed her again. She didn’t answer, too nervous, but you could tell she was about to explode—. I want to see those two fuck you good and proper.

She blushed and laughed, knowing what was waiting for her. She loves it when I talk to her like that when we’re in the middle of things.

The hostess came back with the two guys. Up close, their bodies looked even better: ordinary, well kept, nothing to complain about.

—Look, guys, this is Rubén and Marcos —she said.

—Hi, how’s it going? —we replied.

We exchanged a few polite phrases. The hostess confirmed that they already knew the rules and left.

—Sit with us —I told them. They were carrying half-finished drinks. To break the ice I said something stupid and, after a few laughs, the conversation naturally fell into the only topic that interested us.

—We want a threesome with Carla —I told them—. Well, actually we wanted a gangbang, but there aren’t any more people today —I added, laughing. They laughed too, a little nervously.

I bet they thought they’d won the lottery. No wonder: when I used to frequent these places before I met her and came across a couple like that, I thought exactly the same.

—But he’s not taking part —Carla pointed out, indicating me, and laughed.

—I’m staying on the side, as an observer —I confirmed—. And if I get too turned on, I’ll join in.

I laid down the basic rules.

—Carla wants it hard, she wants you to fuck her properly, but with respect, treating her well —I said. They nodded—. Blowjobs, bare. Penetration, with condoms. And cumming where she says.

—If I say no to something, it means no —she added, firm—. When you’re about to finish, you let me know and I’ll tell you where. I like tongue kissing, too.

I asked them if they had any experience with threesomes. They said not much. “Let’s hope this goes well,” I thought.

***

The moment came. I put my hand on Carla’s leg.

—Shall we play for a while?

—Whenever you want —she said with that naughty smile she gets when she knows she’s going to have a good time.

—Guys, shall we move to the bed? I’ll stay out here, watching.

Rubén and Marcos got onto the bed in the private room and took off their towels. I did the same with mine and sat in the chair beside it. I held Carla by the arm so she’d wait: I still had plans for my fantasy. They were both already getting hard, touching themselves slowly, waiting for her to get up there.

I took her towel off very slowly, leaving her naked in front of them, and we started kissing right there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw their cocks getting hard at speed.

—Show them your ass, darling —I told her.

I turned her with my hands so they could get a good look. I kept kissing her, caressing her body, spreading her butt cheeks so nothing was left to the imagination. She got lost in the kiss, moaning softly, not holding back at all. I turned her back around and slid my hand down to her pussy. She was dripping.

—I want to fuck already —she said almost shouting, and laughed.

—Wait —I told her—. I want to blindfold you.

I used the towel itself to cover her eyes and tied it at the back. That way she wouldn’t know who was touching her or whose cock she’d have in her mouth. I guided her by the hand to the bed and leaned back in the chair so I wouldn’t miss a thing.

The guys started caressing her: arms, back, stomach, still not going for the obvious. Carla positioned herself between them and put her arms around their shoulders, drawing them in. She fumbled for Marcos’s mouth, the one on the right, and they kissed; first soft, then tongue-deep. I watched everything from my seat. Rubén, meanwhile, was groping her breasts with one hand and stroking himself with the other, until he lowered his head to suck them.

It didn’t take long before she tore off the blindfold.

—I want to see you —she said, kneeling on the bed.

She grabbed both cocks, one in each hand, looking at them, weighing them. First she took Rubén’s and sucked it with a hunger that made you jealous.

—Fuck, look at how she sucks it! —he exclaimed, moaning.

She kept alternating: sucking one while jerking the other, then switching every so often. She ran her tongue over the head like it was ice cream, worked them with a tight mouth, took them all the way down. Every now and then she looked at me, and from that look I knew she was having the time of her life.

—Don’t come yet —I warned them from the chair—. You have to give her a proper fuck first.

I was stroking myself slowly, enjoying the show: my wife naked, on her knees, with one man on each side taking turns to put their cocks in her mouth. I felt lucky.

—Do you like it, darling? —she asked me, pausing for a second.

—I love it —I said, spellbound—. I think I’m going to join in.

—Stay right there —she replied—. First you’ve got to see how they fuck me.

***

I laid her on her back.

—Give me the cocks up here while he eats my pussy —she asked the guys.

It’s one of our favorite positions. I put my head between her legs and started eating her out while she, up top, alternated between both cocks. I slid my fingers into her, licked her clit, and her moans were muffled by what she had in her mouth. The guys moaned too.

I got up for a moment and went to the bar to ask for condoms, naked, since that was what we were there for. The guy at the bar gave me a handful. I lingered a couple of minutes on purpose, so Carla would be left alone with them. You could hear her moaning from outside.

When I came back, I found a sight that froze me in place: Carla straddling Rubén’s face, with him eating her from below, while Marcos, standing, was fucking her mouth, holding her head with both hands. I cursed myself for having missed even a second. I went over and kissed her.

—I’ve got condoms.

—Darling, I want them to fuck me now —she said.

—Guys, let’s fuck her, she’s impatient.

Carla got onto all fours, her ass in the air, offering it to me. Before I put it in —and knowing I was going to come as soon as I did —I bent down and licked her asshole for a good while, spreading her cheeks apart, while the guys got into position in front so she could keep going with their cocks. I slipped a finger into her and finally stood up, put my cock to her pussy, and entered her slowly.

—Aaah! —she moaned, without letting go of the cock in her mouth.

I started pumping. I always fuck her bare, so I don’t last as long.

—Fuck their mouths! —I told the guys, and felt myself going.

I pressed my hands against her ass and came inside her with a shout. I pulled my cock out slowly and moved away.

—Fuck her, now, before she goes cold —I told them.

Rubén put on the condom and got behind her. Marcos stayed in front, giving her his cock right in the face. When Rubén entered her, Carla let out a long moan and put the other one back in her mouth. They both kept the same rhythm, and her cries rose higher and higher, muffled by what she had inside.

—I’m coming! —Marcos warned, squeezing her head.

Carla made no move to pull away; on the contrary, she kept her mouth closed over him, sucking, wanting him to finish there and then. Marcos came with a shout and she took the load without swallowing, cleaning his cock with her tongue.

—Did you swallow it? —I asked her.

She shook her head, without opening her mouth.

—Hold it and lie on your back.

She lay down, opened her mouth, and waited for Rubén, who was still hard. He took the condom off —it was obvious he wanted to finish like Marcos —and sat astride her, putting his cock in her mouth. Carla sucked carefully, making sure she didn’t swallow what she already had inside. I knelt beside her and stroked her pussy while he alternated between fucking her mouth and jerking himself over her.

—I’m coming! —Rubén finally shouted, pulling out sharply.

Carla opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuck out her tongue. A stream landed inside, almost all of it. Then she cleaned his cock with licks, just as she had with Marcos.

I moved close to her face. She was exhausted, but happy. I kissed her.

—You’ve got two loads in your mouth right now —I told her, so she’d be aware of it.

She smiled with her mouth closed.

—What are you going to do with them? —I asked.

Without thinking, she swallowed them all at once.

—That’s it! —she exclaimed afterward—. I love it.

***

I kissed her again and helped her to her feet. The guys, very attentive as well, picked up the condoms and remained polite to the end. We said our goodbyes: two kisses to Carla, a handshake for me.

As always when we finish a session like that, Carla and I stayed alone for a while, talking about what had just happened, and ended up having sex ourselves, with plenty of love. Every time I see her with other men, I want her even more.

I hope the next time doesn’t take too long to come around.