The Couple Who Invited Us for More Than Dinner

After that weekend on the coast, Lucía and I needed to breathe. We had opened a door we were no longer going to close, and we both knew it. We talked about it in low voices at night, like people sharing a secret they still didn’t dare say out loud.

The following Friday, she was the one who chose the movie. Not a single scene, as other times, but an entire one. It was about a married woman who went out alone, let herself be seduced by a stranger in a bar, and then, once in the hotel room, called her husband so he could come watch. The man arrived, sat in a corner, and, without saying a word, touched himself while watching them.

—Would you like to do something like that? —I asked her, my mouth dry.

—I’d get so turned on just knowing I could —she replied, without taking her eyes off the screen.

—You’ve got carte blanche. An entire night, absolute freedom. But I want videos. I want you to call me while it’s happening.

—It’s a deal. Whenever you want.

I wasn’t ready for how fast that moment was going to come.

Lucía had been stroking me throughout the whole movie, pushing me to the edge and backing off just before. When she turned her head and whispered in my ear that the next day she’d look for someone to come to our place, that I’d only have to prepare a chair and a glass of wine to toast with, I couldn’t take it anymore. I came with muffled groans, imagining the scene she had just painted for me.

—You’re such a tease —I told her.

—And I’m going to be much more of one from now on —she answered, giving me a slow kiss—. Let’s go to bed. I want you to wake me up in the middle of the night.

***

Around four in the morning I woke up hard as a rock. I came up behind her, found her nipples, slid my hand between her thighs, and found her already wet, as if she’d been waiting for me in her sleep.

—Fuck me —she murmured in the dark.

That word, in that tone, was enough. I pressed my hip to her ass and thrust until I found the way in. She arched her back to take me better.

—Is this how you want to be fucked when you go out? —I asked in her ear.

—Like this. And you watching me on the phone.

Those words pushed me over the edge. I felt myself empty inside her while her pussy clenched around me. We came together, in silence, and stayed wrapped around each other until we fell asleep.

In the morning I found her with her phone in her hand.

—Good morning. I’m looking for candidates —she said, without looking up.

That one sentence was enough to get me hard again. She showed me the profile of a tall guy with a calm gaze, with whom she had already exchanged a few messages. While I read the conversation, she lowered her head to my groin and didn’t raise it again until I finished reading and trembling.

—You’re so bad —I told her.

—And you enjoy it when I am —she replied, climbing on top of me to start all over again.

***

The following weeks passed in a kind of delicious tension. We talked about the subject every night, fed it, twisted it. We had decided the first encounter would be in a hotel: her alone with the stranger, and me going in afterward, once he’d already left, to find her legs spread and still hot. It was our favorite fantasy, and we repeated it until we wore it out.

That was when the invitation arrived. Noelia and Marc, a couple we had met at one of those get-togethers, invited us to lunch at their place. In theory it was a business meet-up; in practice, we all knew there was something else hanging in the air.

On Saturday we left the kids with my in-laws and drove to their villa. We arrived first. Noelia opened the door with a smile that already promised plenty and showed us the house before taking us out to the garden, which was the real charm of the place: a pool, a wooden pergola with an outdoor kitchen, and, at the back, the barbecue where Marc was tending the coals.

—Hey! Did you find the house all right? —he asked, drying his hands.

—No problem. Everything’s perfect.

We greeted each other with a hug and I opened two beers. While Marc and I talked about work and how well you can live away from the city, the women went back and forth with plates of cheese, bread, and cured meats. At one point, Noelia ran her hand over Lucía’s chest with complete naturalness, over her T-shirt.

—It’s okay —said Lucía, and returned the gesture with a kiss on the mouth.

—They’re naughty today —Marc commented, giving his wife a slap on the ass.

I took a swig of beer and smiled. The two couples were in the mood to play, and that couldn’t be hidden. We ate unhurriedly, amid innuendo and deliberate brushes, and by the time dessert came the tension was so thick it was hard to breathe.

—We’ve prepared a game for after lunch —Noelia said, looking her husband straight in the eye.

—May I know what it is? —I asked.

—Surprise —Lucía replied, taking the serving dish out of my hands.

When she turned to place it on the table, I slapped her ass. Her only response was a low moan that gave me an immediate erection. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward me so she could feel what was growing under my trousers. Across from us, Noelia’s hand had already slipped into Marc’s shorts, with no attempt at hiding it.

—Let’s get to dessert, or we’ll finish before we start —he joked, adding the only note of sanity.

***

After coffee, Noelia took her husband by the hand and led him inside the house. She came back alone five minutes later and sat down beside me. During her absence, Lucía had devoted herself to kissing and touching me, so when Noelia nodded toward her and my wife stood up and headed inside, I was already on the edge.

Lucía walked toward the door, swaying her hips, knowing we were both watching her.

—Did you want to be a cuckold? —Noelia whispered in my ear.

I turned and found her most perverse smile. She pulled out her phone and showed me the screen: it was a video call from Marc’s phone. I saw him lying on the bed, and a few seconds later Lucía appeared in the frame.

—It’s Marc’s camera —she explained—. You’re going to watch them fuck your little wife without being there in person.

—So this is what you were plotting?

—Lucía orchestrated everything. Marc knew nothing, but he loves these games. Take off your pants. I’m going to touch you, but I won’t let you cum until he finishes inside her.

I agreed without thinking. On the screen, Lucía was on her knees, giving Marc a slow blowjob, while he pushed her hair away from her face so everything would be clearly visible. Then he made her lower her head to the bed, positioned himself behind her, and disappeared between her legs. The sigh my wife let out came straight to me. Meanwhile, my fingers had been lost between Noelia’s thighs, while she bit her lip without looking away.

—We’re all going to enjoy this —I told her, and she kissed me.

On the screen, Lucía reached her first orgasm just as Marc straightened up and entered her by surprise. She cried out, gripped the sheets, and he stayed still for a moment before starting to move hard. He yanked her hair back so she would look at the camera, so I could see her beside herself.

—This is how you like to see her? Enjoy yourself. She’s already enjoying herself plenty —he said, looking into the lens.

Noelia’s hand stopped dead.

—Not yet. You still have to see him come inside her —she whispered to me.

Lucía was stacking one orgasm on top of another, her face buried in the sheets, her moans getting louder and louder. I could barely hold back.

—Come with me —Noelia said, holding out her hand.

***

I followed her, still half-dressed, through the living room and to the slightly open bedroom door. From there we heard Lucía moaning live, mixed with the wet sound of every thrust. Her hand went back to my cock and drove me again to the brink.

Then Noelia opened the door a little more, just enough for Lucía and Marc to see us. My wife turned her head and nailed me with a burning stare. Marc smiled, pushed all the way in, and stayed buried inside her, shouting, cumming. Lucía wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted her pelvis to take all of him.

Noelia grabbed my ass with one hand and with the other jerked my cock mercilessly. I didn’t need anything else. While Marc kept emptying himself inside my wife, I came in spurts that fell at her feet, onto the bedroom floor.

—Congratulations —Noelia said in my ear—. But the best is still to come.

She led me over to the bed. Marc pulled out of Lucía and lay down beside her. My wife looked at me with an ecstatic face and spread her legs. Without thinking, I positioned myself between them and began to lick her, slowly. One of her hands flew to my nape and pressed my face hard against her sex, asking for more intensity. Her taste was different from usual. I kept going until she trembled again and, tugging my hair, pulled me up to her mouth to give me a long, wet kiss.

—Thank you —she murmured.

—Thank you.

***

Across the bed, Noelia and Marc watched us with a smile.

—We’re going to have coffee —he said, and the two of them went out to the terrace, leaving us alone for a moment.

—I got so worked up seeing you like that, alone with him —I confessed to her.

—And I loved getting fucked separately, away from you, knowing you were watching. It made me come like crazy. And you, how was it with Noelia?

—Well looked after. She played with me however much she wanted.

We went out naked onto the terrace, just as our hosts had. There was freshly made coffee and a cheesecake on the table. We ate and drank without getting dressed, our eyes roaming from one body to another without the slightest shame. At one point, Marc set his cup down and asked the question:

—So you two haven’t fucked yet?

—No —Noelia replied—. The ones who were supposed to fuck were you two. We were only watching. Now it’s our turn, don’t you think?

The smile they exchanged was the trigger. Noelia stood up, came over to me, and took my hand. She led me back inside, to the bedroom, and pushed me onto the bed.

—Now it’s Lucía’s turn to find out what it feels like to watch —she said, kneeling between my legs—. It’s her turn to enjoy things from the other side.

—Does she know?

—She planned everything. She wanted to surprise you.

—Well, she succeeded.

I didn’t get to say anything else. Her tongue took care of me with a skill that made me forget where I was, until I turned my head and saw the phone on the nightstand, with the video call open. Lucía and Marc were on the other end, not missing a single detail. That’s how we spent much of the afternoon, between games, laughter, and a lot of filthy excitement.

***

When we were done, Marc and I settled the business matter that had brought us there, and before dinner we headed back. I was eager to get home and be alone with Lucía. Knowing her with another man had turned me on in a whole new way, and I wanted to squeeze that feeling dry right to the end.

As soon as we walked into the house, she went up to our bedroom and got on all fours on the bed, offering me her ass without saying a word. I knelt behind her, licked her while I prepared myself, and when I was ready I stood up and entered her in one single thrust. I found no resistance: the afternoon had left her thoroughly ready. I felt her vagina tightening around me as she moaned, and I ended up emptying myself inside her again.

We collapsed exhausted onto the bed and fell asleep without meaning to.

The soft morning light woke us a little before eight. We held each other.

—Yesterday was amazing —she told me—. But the best part was being able to make you enjoy yourself like that.

—It was sensational. Every moment. And when we got home…

—At home it was just the two of us fucking. We needed that.

—Seeing you with him, seeing how he left you… it turned me on so much. Look how hard I get just thinking about it —I said, lifting the sheet.

—Well, look how hard you make me —she replied, taking her fingers between her lips before bringing them to my mouth so I could taste her.

And I knew, in that instant, that this had not been an ending, but only the beginning of everything we were willing to live.