The Day I Fulfilled Three Other People's Fantasies

I'm not going to pretend that everything happened by accident. The truth is that for a long time my husband, Tomás, and I had played with an idea that turned us on more than we dared admit: opening the door, if only a little, to other people. We'd never actually had a threesome or a real swap, but we'd kept the fire alive with messages, fantasies, and increasingly shameless conversations.

He enjoyed watching me flirt. I enjoyed feeling desired. It was a game that started gently, with innocent comments and whispered jokes, and ended with him reading my filthy chats while spreading my legs on the bed.

During those months I'd talked to three different men. One was Bruno, an old acquaintance from another stage of my life; another was Esteban, with whom I'd shared an office years earlier; and the third was Mauro, a coworker at my current job. All three knew how to make insinuations. All three wrote me things that made me wet. And Tomás knew everything.

The night before that day began like so many others: me showing Tomás an especially dirty conversation with Mauro. He'd gone from joking to suggesting something real. He wanted me to go to his apartment early, before going to work, to «stop fantasizing and find out whether I sucked as well in person as I promised in chat».

I read the sentence aloud. Tomás was sitting on the bed, legs spread, looking at me as if I already belonged to another man.

—Reply to him —he said.

—Are you sure? —I asked, although the way my voice was trembling already told me the answer.

—Tell him yes. Tell him you're going. And that you're not going there to talk.

That tone folded me in half inside. I moved closer, undid his pants, and pulled out his cock while he kept looking at the chat on the screen. He was already hard. I wrapped my hand around it and he pushed my hair aside.

—Tell him that if he lets you in, you're going to suck him on your knees —he ordered.

I typed exactly that. Mauro answered almost immediately. «Seven o'clock. I want you in a skirt.»

Tomás gave a low laugh and pulled my chin downward. I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking it slowly, running my tongue over the head and going down to the base. He stroked my head while reading the conversation above me, occasionally giving me little pushes to sink me deeper.

—That's it —he murmured—. That's how I want you to suck him tomorrow. Like an obedient bitch.

I swallowed my moan and kept sucking him. He spread my legs with his knee, pulled my underwear aside, and began touching me over the edge of my wet lips. The moment he slipped two fingers inside, I felt the heat rise into my face.

—Are you going to let him fuck you? —he asked.

I took his cock out of my mouth for just a second.

—Yes.

—Are you going to let him take you properly?

—Yes.

—And are you going to tell me everything afterward?

—Everything.

I put it back in my mouth, and Tomás began moving his hips. He wasn't being gentle with me; he used my mouth while fingering me faster and faster, as if he were already training me for someone else. I drooled, breathed through my nose, and felt my throat open with every thrust. When he finally let me raise my head, his cock was shining with saliva and my thighs were trembling.

That's when I got another message, this time from Bruno. He wanted to invite me to lunch. I showed the screen to Tomás and saw the immediate spark of an even worse idea in his eyes.

—Breakfast with one. Lunch with another —he said, running his tongue over his lip—. Fuck, that really turns me on.

I got hot just hearing him say it. Not so much because of them, but because of what that version of me represented. The respectable woman who leaves home and, within a few hours, becomes the release for several men with her husband's permission.

—Accept the lunch —he told me—. We'll see how far you get.

***

The next morning I got ready earlier than usual. I chose a short black skirt, a fitted blouse, and sheer stockings. Nothing exaggerated, but revealing enough for me to know exactly what I was doing. Tomás watched me silently as I put on perfume, then came up behind me and placed his hands on my waist.

—Last chance to back out —he said beside my ear.

—I don't want to back out.

He gave me a sharp slap on the ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me squeeze my thighs together.

—Then go and behave like a real slut.

I left the house with that burning in my ass and my panties already wet.

Mauro's apartment was close to the office. When he opened the door, he didn't even pretend to be surprised. His shirt was half unbuttoned, he smelled of freshly applied cologne, and he looked me up and down with an arrogant calm that made me go soft inside.

—I knew you'd come —he said.

I walked in without answering. He shut the door, cornered me right there, and kissed me hungrily, thrusting his tongue into my mouth until I let out a breath through my nose. His hands didn't hesitate: first my waist, then my tits, then my ass, gripping it hard through my skirt as if it already belonged to him.

—You've been teasing me in that office for days —he murmured—. I want to see whether you're just as daring in person.

I unzipped his pants before answering. I pulled out his cock and crouched down. It was thick and hot, already almost fully hard, and the first lick from his balls to the tip sent such a powerful jolt of arousal through me that I had to brace myself against his thighs.

I looked up at him from below and took him into my mouth. He entered heavily and fully, with that taste of skin and fresh desire that exists only in the first minute. I started sucking slowly, enjoying the way his breath escaped, the way he gripped my hair, and the way his cock grew larger between my lips.

—Fuck... that's it —he growled.

I licked his frenulum, pulled him out to spit on the tip, and took him back in. My hand worked the base while my mouth took care of the head and half his shaft, moving up and down at a steady rhythm. Then I went deeper. I felt the first impact in my throat and stayed there for a second, swallowing him slowly and feeling him shudder.

—Look at me —he ordered.

I obeyed without stopping sucking him. Seeing his face when he realized I wasn't pulling away turned me on even more. I slipped one breast out of my blouse and pressed it against his cock, rubbing it while I kept sucking. He swore and jerked me up off the floor.

—The sofa. Now.

He shoved me into the living room, bent me over the backrest, and hiked up my skirt. He yanked my panties down and let out a dry laugh when he found me soaked.

—Look at how you came here.

He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. They went in easily, making that wet sound as embarrassing as it was exciting. He pulled them out and sank them back in more slowly, curling them inside me while his other hand spread my ass obscenely, just to look.

—You're dripping.

I could barely form words. I moved my hips, searching for more, and he noticed. He knelt behind me, spread my legs wider, and ran his tongue over my entire pussy, from bottom to top, long and rough. My knees nearly buckled.

—Mauro... fuck...

He ate me eagerly, without delicacy, alternating broad licks with hard suction on my clitoris. Every time I cried out, he held my hips tighter and buried his face deeper. Then he put his fingers inside me again while he sucked me, and the pleasure rose so suddenly that I had to grip the sofa to keep from falling. I came right there, trembling, legs spread and mouth hanging open, feeling my own juices run over his fingers.

He stood, opened a drawer beneath a table, and took out a condom. He put it on without taking his eyes off me.

—Now —he said—. I want to fuck you before you go back to playing the normal office lady.

He laid me on my back on the sofa, pulled my blouse aside, and sucked one nipple for just a few seconds, long enough to harden it, before positioning himself between my legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance and waited. I was the one who thrust my hips upward.

He entered with one deep thrust. I let out a short cry. He filled me completely, with that dense, hot sensation that comes only when a cock truly enters you, without holding back. He stayed still for a moment, enjoying how tight I was, then began fucking me at a hard rhythm that made me bounce against the sofa.

—This is what you wanted, isn't it? —he said between gasps—. To have another man fuck you before work.

—Yes... yes...

He gripped my thighs and spread me wider, penetrating me all the way. Every thrust made a wet sound. I scratched his forearms and begged for more, and he gave it to me without slowing down. He changed the angle, lifting my legs over his shoulders, and then his cock struck a spot that made me see white.

—Don't stop —I told him, shameless now—. Fuck me like that, fuck.

His expression changed when he heard me speak that way. He attacked me harder, driving into me again and again. My pussy tightened around the condom, slick and swallowing him. I thought of nothing but that cock moving in and out, the sound of my own moans, and the brutal fact that I was being fucked by a coworker first thing in the morning.

I felt another orgasm building low in my belly, thicker and more electric. He lowered one hand and rubbed my clitoris without stopping his thrusts. I lasted seconds. I came over his cock, squeezing him so tightly that he grunted and had to slow for half a moment so he wouldn't come.

He pulled out, removed the condom, and grabbed my hair.

—In your mouth. You've earned it.

I knelt in front of him. I took his cock back into my mouth, now bare, hot, and still wet with me. I sucked it quickly and deeply, with a new urgency, knowing what was about to happen. He stroked himself only twice before warning me in a broken voice.

I stuck out my tongue. He came in my mouth in thick, hot spurts, splashing over my tongue and part of my lips. I closed my mouth and swallowed while looking at him. I felt such an intense mixture of lust and triumph that I was dizzy for a second.

When I stood up, I could still taste him in my throat. And the worst part was that I had liked it much more than I imagined I would.

***

From the office I told Tomás everything by message. I didn't summarize it. I described it in detail: the door closing, my skirt pulled up, my mouth full, the sofa, the ejaculation. As I typed, I felt myself getting wet again in my chair.

His reply came immediately: «Now I want to know whether you're having lunch too, or whether you're going to leave the day unfinished.»

I kept telling myself that I was only going to eat with Bruno. But I didn't believe myself anymore. After crossing the line that morning, my whole body demanded more. Not romance. Not conversation. More flesh, more risk, more of that sensation of behaving exactly as Tomás wanted.

Bruno was waiting for me near the office. We started by talking about trivial things and, inevitably, ended up remembering the hot messages we'd exchanged for weeks. He mentioned the photos I'd sent him of my tits. I reminded him of the one of his cock, hard inside his pants, taken in a bar bathroom.

—I've always wanted to find out whether it was as big as it looked —I told him, and as I said it, I knew I was already lost.

He smiled crookedly.

—There's a hotel two blocks away.

I texted Tomás before answering. «Bruno wants to take me to a hotel.» The reply took less than a minute: «If you've already started, don't come back halfway.»

That was all. We got up and went.

We hadn't even properly closed the hotel-room door when Bruno slammed me against the wall and kissed me. He kissed differently from Mauro: more slowly, dirtier, as if he wanted to savor what I'd done only hours earlier. He slipped one hand between my legs, under my skirt, and laughed when he felt how wet I was again.

—I thought you'd come nervous —he murmured.

—I am nervous.

—Then imagine how you must be to get my fingers this wet.

He took me to the bed, sat on the edge, and unbuttoned my blouse just enough to free my breasts. He leaned down and began sucking one nipple while looking up at me. I opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was different, yes: longer, a little wider at the base. I stroked it a couple of times and knelt between his legs.

This time I went straight to it. I took him into my mouth in one movement, as far as he let me, and he threw his head back with a hoarse moan. I sucked him with both hands gripping his thighs, playing my tongue underneath and tightening my lips on the way up. He guided me with one hand on the back of my neck, without forcing too much, letting me set the rhythm.

While I sucked him, I took off my panties and stockings. I let them fall to the floor without stopping my mouth, growing more aroused by the urgency of doing everything quickly and enjoying it anyway. Bruno leaned over, touched me between the legs, and began pushing two fingers inside while I kept sucking.

He finger-fucked me at the same rhythm my mouth moved up and down his cock. The combination destroyed me. I felt his fingers going in and out, moving inside me, rubbing me in front, while my throat was full at the same time. I came like that, sucking him, with a muffled moan around his shaft.

—Fuck, what a picture —he said, pulling out to breathe—. Come here.

I found a condom in his wallet when he asked me for one. He put it on quickly and turned me over on the bed. I ended up on all fours, my skirt still hiked to my waist and my breasts half out of my blouse. I felt the tip push, then enter slowly, as if he wanted to enjoy opening me before driving all the way in.

He did it with the second thrust. He entered me fully, dry for only a second before sliding through everything already soaking between my legs. I let out a loud gasp and arched my back. He gripped my waist and began fucking me at a steady, hard rhythm, taking advantage of every movement of my hips.

—You really like it, don't you? —he said—. It shows.

—Yes... don't stop...

I opened myself wider, pushing my ass back to take him better. Every thrust moved my whole body. He lowered one hand, squeezed one of my breasts through my blouse, and kept fucking me from behind with a firmness that made me feel used in the most obscene and delicious way possible.

—Look at you —he growled—. On all fours in a hotel in the middle of the day. What a little slut.

Those words made me burn even more. They didn't offend me; they turned me on. Because they described exactly what I was being. A married woman, during working hours, bent over for another man and enjoying it without regret.

I felt myself nearing orgasm again. He pulled out abruptly, turned me over, and laid me on my back. He lifted one leg and pushed back inside, now face-to-face, even deeper. I clung to his shoulders while he thrust between my spread thighs, already sweating, his jaw tense.

—I'm going to come —he said.

—Do it.

He pulled out, tore off the condom, and held himself in his hand. As soon as I sat up, he grabbed my chin and came across my face, hot and thick, splashing my cheek, chin, and part of my neck. I closed my eyes for a second, feeling the heat run down me, then ran my tongue over my upper lip to collect some of the semen that had landed near my mouth.

The sight of it left me trembling. He was breathing hard. So was I. I looked at the clock and let out a nervous laugh: I still had to return to the office with a clean face and a normal expression, as if I hadn't just been fucked and bathed in cum only minutes before.

***

I returned to work a little late, but nobody said anything. In the bathroom I fixed my makeup, straightened my clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror. The woman facing me looked the same. Only I knew that inside I could still feel the echo of two different cocks and the thrilling weight of having done exactly what was forbidden.

In the middle of the afternoon, a former coworker messaged me to invite me out for a drink after work. Several old acquaintances were going, including Esteban, with whom I'd also heated up conversations months earlier. I hesitated for two minutes. Then I thought of Tomás's tone, of how much he'd enjoyed every detail, and accepted.

At the bar there were laughs, drinks, and that thick atmosphere that forms when there's shared history and unresolved desire. Esteban sat beside me more than once. When he asked me to dance, it didn't take long for him to remind me of a certain message in which I'd confessed that I wanted to touch his cock.

—You're still in time —he whispered beside my ear.

He pressed my hand against the bulge in his pants in the darkest part of the bar. I felt him harden immediately. I didn't pull my hand away. He grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, and the heat rose through me again from my belly.

Later he offered to drive me home. I accepted because I knew perfectly well what could happen. And because, by that point in the day, part of me no longer wanted to stop anything.

We barely spoke in the car. His hand moved up my thigh until it brushed me through my clothes. I opened my legs slightly. He took one hand off the wheel for a second to unzip himself and pull out his cock.

—If you wanted to try it so badly, don't just sit there staring at it.

I leaned over him. I sucked him while he continued driving slowly through dark streets, one hand on the wheel and the other buried under my skirt, rubbing me between my lips. His cock was thicker than the other two, and I had to open my mouth wider to swallow it properly. I liked the effort, the weight, the way it filled my tongue.

I sucked eagerly, alternating deep suction with licks all over the tip. He gasped, squeezing my thigh harder and harder. His hand finally found my naked pussy and began stroking me directly, spreading my wetness with his fingers while I sucked him, bent over his seat.

It didn't take long. He came suddenly, with little warning, shooting into my mouth. I felt the hot release fall onto my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallowed by reflex and kept sucking for another second, drawing out his final pulses.

When I sat up, he looked at me with a mixture of guilt and fascination.

—Sorry. I couldn't hold back.

I wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb and smiled.

—I don't mind.

And it was true. At that point nothing surprised me anymore. I was simply letting myself be carried away by a level of shamelessness that, until that morning, had been pure fantasy.

***

When I got home, Tomás was waiting up. He didn't ask questions at first. He just looked at me. I understood that look and approached him slowly, leaving my purse on a chair, knowing that I was no longer just his wife returning home late, but the center of the fantasy he'd spent the whole day feeding.

—Sit down —he said.

I told him everything from the beginning as I knelt between his legs. I told him about Mauro's mouth on my pussy, how he fucked me on the sofa, and the ejaculation on my tongue. I told him about the hotel with Bruno, the fingers, being on all fours, and the hot cum on my face. And when I got to Esteban, his cock was already out and hard, throbbing almost against my lips.

—And in the car? —he asked in a hoarse voice.

—I sucked him all the way in the car. He came in my mouth.

I ran my tongue over the tip as I said it. He swore and grabbed my hair. I began sucking him slowly, looking at him, enjoying the way each detail I narrated tightened his body further. His fingers searched for my pussy and found it still sensitive, swollen, far too easy to open.

—Look at you, still going —he said, pushing two fingers inside me—. You're still wet.

I moaned with my mouth full. He left me there for a moment, then lifted me and laid me on the bed. He spread my legs, positioned himself between them, and pushed his cock inside me in one stroke. The impact tore a strong gasp from me. By that point my pussy had been used a great deal, yes, but it was also extremely sensitive, and feeling my husband's cock enter after the others was especially intense, almost possessive.

Tomás fucked me while listening to my account. Every time I described a scene, he thrust harder. When I told him that I'd enjoyed feeling like a dirty bitch obeying his command, he drove all the way in and stayed there, breathing heavily.

—Is that what you were today? —he asked.

—Yes.

—Tell me properly.

—Today I was your whore.

That undid him. He began fucking me with desperate force, gripping my thighs and making me bounce on the mattress. I came once more beneath him, exhausted and aroused at the same time. I felt the orgasm break through me, and even then he kept going, chasing his own.

When I felt him nearing it, I pushed lightly against his chest.

—In my mouth —I begged—. I want to end the day like that.

He pulled out and I sat up immediately. I sucked him a few more times, quickly, tightening my lips around him, until he came. He filled my mouth with a short moan, and I forced myself to swallow without looking away.

Tomás stroked my cheek, satisfied, believing that had been the third one of the day. I didn't correct him. I lay down beside him, my legs still trembling and a tired smile on my face.

Only I knew it hadn't been the third.

And perhaps the most exciting thing of all wasn't what I did with those men, but how easy it was to become, for one entire day, the dirtiest fantasy we'd created between us.