The Night I Shared My Wife in That Mansion

I still struggle to believe that it happened, and yet I remember it with a clarity that scares me. It was our friend Carmen who got us the invitation, after a lot of insisting, to a huge house on the outskirts that she and her husband went to from time to time. My wife accepted before I even finished understanding what we were getting ourselves into.

—I’m only asking for one night —she told me in the car, her hand on my leg—. One. That’s all.

I nodded without really knowing what I was agreeing to.

The owner of the house called herself the Mistress, though I later learned her name was Vera. She welcomed us in a living room with mirrors on almost every wall, dressed in a leather corset and thigh-high boots, a riding crop hanging from her belt like both an ornament and a warning. Beside her stood an astonishing woman named Daniela, looking at us with a distant smile. Gym-toned body, firm breasts, a dark mane carelessly tied back. Our friends Carmen and Andrés were there too, along with three men Vera introduced naturally: Marco, Leo, and Darío.

—Tonight you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to —Vera said, letting her gaze move over us—. But I assure you, you’re going to want to.

***

The first to cross the line was Daniela. She came over to my wife and me, ran her hands around our waists, and began to trace us with her fingertips, slowly, as if measuring us. I turned my head and they were already kissing, my wife and her, playing with their tongues a handspan from my face. I slid one hand down Daniela’s back to her ass and squeezed. It was all muscle and firmness. My wife looked at me over Daniela’s shoulder and bit her lip.

—You can do whatever you want with Daniela —came Vera’s voice, somewhere behind me.

They guided us to a wide, plush divan. My wife straddled me without further preamble, so wet that I slid in all at once, and she stayed still for a second, eyes closed, before starting to move. Daniela settled on top, offering me her sex and exposing hers to my wife. The two of us started pleasuring her with our mouths at the same time, and I felt my wife’s tongue brush mine as we licked the same woman.

Daniela moaned softly, moving her hips, setting the rhythm. I held my wife’s ass and guided her up and down on me, slow and deep, never speeding up, prolonging each thrust until I felt her shudder.

***

When I looked up, I understood that this was only the beginning. At the back of the room, Carmen was strapped into a harness hanging from the ceiling, her feet barely brushing the floor, while Leo fucked her from behind and Darío had her mouth occupied. Her moans came out muffled. Andrés, her husband, watched while tied to a chair a few feet away, with clamps connected to wires and a machine that beeped every time his pulse spiked. Vera kept an eye on him like a spider circling its web, adjusting the machine, whispering things I couldn’t make out.

—It turns you on to see your wife like that, doesn’t it? —she said, loud enough for all of us to hear.

Andrés didn’t answer. The machine beeped again and his whole body went rigid.

Daniela came back to our side dragging an ottoman and a dildo. She sat on the edge, opened her legs, and started playing with herself with no shame at all, looking at us, increasing the vibrator’s intensity until the buzzing mixed with the moans from the rest of the room. My wife watched her, fascinated, never stopping moving on top of me.

***

At some point we changed positions. Daniela laid my wife on her back, with her ass resting on the edge of the divan, and crouched between her legs to devour her with her mouth. My wife opened her thighs and spread her own butt cheeks, an invitation that left no room for doubt. I got behind her, tried to enter her cunt, but she lowered her hips and offered me the other opening. I nearly started shaking with pleasure. I redirected my cock and began to push in slowly. It went in soft, impossibly tight, while Daniela kept working with her tongue where I could no longer reach.

—Yes —murmured my wife, eyes rolling back—. Like that.

I thrust without hurry, never going all the way in, letting her get used to it. Daniela held her hips so she wouldn’t slide on the sweat. The three breathing patterns fell into sync, and for a moment I forgot there were other people in that room.

***

The end of the first act was a cascade. In the back, Carmen was screaming for them not to stop, to go harder, while her three lovers used her all at once without mercy. Andrés’s machine beeped with a tone that was no longer yellow but red, and he convulsed visibly, but he didn’t say the safe word. Vera stepped over to him, yanked the clamps off in one tug, and ran a hand over his sweaty chest, somewhere between relief and punishment. Then she lifted her arm and snapped her fingers.

It was like an invisible command. Carmen’s men emptied themselves over her almost in unison, on her face, on her back, inside her. Andrés came across Vera’s face, and she received him with her mouth open. And I, unable to hold back any longer, felt Daniela turn just in time to catch my cock between her breasts, and I spilled everything I had against her neck while she lowered her mouth so she wouldn’t miss a single drop.

We stayed silent for a few minutes, catching our breath, all of us with shining skin and ragged breathing.

—Before the second act —Vera said, drying herself with a towel—, we’re going to freshen up.

***

They led us to a large shower room. Daniela got in with me, soaped up my entire body with a smile, paid special attention to my still-hard cock, and then moved on to my wife’s shower. On a stone table there were three identical glasses with a floral, citrus-scented cocktail. We toasted and I drank. Right away I felt a new energy rise into my cheeks, as if my blood were boiling again. I had no idea what kind of brew it was, and by the time I wanted to ask, I had already finished it.

Vera appeared in the doorway, now in a sheer silk robe that hid nothing, and heeled sandals.

—Come with me, darlings.

***

The second room was enormous, square, with a low bed in the center and mirrors on the ceiling. A fourth man was waiting there, a muscular guy with shiny skin, a foreign accent, and covered in tattoos. Vera looked at my wife and me.

—Now the center of everything will be the two of you —she said—. You won’t be together until I say so. You can come as many times as you want. Remember: arousal is desire’s highest rung. Enjoy yourselves.

I blinked and felt control of my body return to me. My wife took the lead: she grabbed Leo by the hand and led him to the bed, beckoning the tattooed man with one finger. I sat on the sofa with Daniela, and felt Vera settle beside me.

—Do you want me to join you? —she asked in my ear.

—Of course —I said, and to my surprise discovered I could speak again.

I lowered my mouth to Daniela’s breasts while I circled Vera’s shoulders and gently pushed her toward my crotch. I didn’t look at her, but I felt her lips close around my cock. Her perfume reached the deepest part of my brain, thick, impossible to ignore. I decided to make her wait, to give her a taste of her own game back.

***

On the bed, my wife was between the two men, letting them play with her body, one hand on each sex. She found me with her gaze, smiled, and began moving on top of Leo while the other man penetrated her from behind. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. She rode her lovers, setting the rhythm herself, taking them all the way in and rising back up, never taking her eyes off me.

I carefully pushed Vera away, laid her on the sofa, and spread her legs. I wanted to strip the control from her. I sank my tongue into her sex, traced every fold, brought my fingers to her entrance while Daniela came up behind me and offered me her attentions. Vera moaned, surprised, and when I felt her on the edge of orgasm I pulled back. A whimper escaped her mouth.

—Do whatever you want with me —she whispered, and that finished setting me on fire.

***

I drove into her hard, all the way, and she opened her eyes wide. She moaned without hiding it, matching her movements to mine. When she tried to take her hand to her clit, I held it down. She didn’t have permission. I turned her over, tied her wrists with the edge of the sheet, and entered her again, this time from behind, slowly, opening her with my tongue and fingers before the cock. She writhed, struggled, she hadn’t expected it.

On the other side, my wife had her two lovers inside her again and was shaking with a savage orgasm, screaming, before moving on to suck the two cocks available to her. I watched her while I pounded Vera, and she gave me a feline smile, delighted to be seen and to see me.

I lifted Vera up, her legs around my waist, and carried her to the bed to place her beside my wife. I wanted us to be close, for each of us to bear witness to the other. I came inside her with one final shove, and she clenched as if she wanted to squeeze every last drop out of me. I collapsed beside her.

My wife received, almost at the same time, the release of the tattooed man, who said something in his language before emptying himself over her. The three of us lay there, panting, staring at our reflections in the ceiling.

***

We slept for a while. When I woke up, my friends were chatting fully dressed with Vera, who was now wearing a long robe. They served us coffee. From the light coming in through the windows, I figured we’d been inside for almost twelve hours.

—Who haven’t you had, darling? —Vera asked my wife, with a half smile.

—Marco… and my husband —she answered, licking her lips at the memory.

—I don’t think it’s fair for the couple to have done nothing all night —Vera said, and added a few drops from a little vial to my wife’s coffee.

She drank it in one gulp. Her pupils dilated, her nipples hardened, and she threw herself at me, kissing me as if they were lighting a fuse. I had already come twice and doubted I had a third in me, but I was about to find out.

Marco stripped naked. My wife gave herself to him with a hunger I had rarely seen in her, and between the two of us we filled her everywhere while our friends applauded the final act. When it was over, Marco offered me his hand.

—You’re with an incredible woman —he told me—. Take care of each other.

***

The months passed. We went back to our routine, to the kids, to work, to the occasional hotel on weekends when the grandparents stayed with them. Carmen and Andrés ended up splitting up; she said he’d gotten too fond of those games. I didn’t ask. There are truths I’d rather not know.

One afternoon in May I got home early and found Carmen having coffee with my wife. She had sad eyes, far from the brightness of that night. We talked about unimportant things until I left the keys in the bedroom. When I came back, my wife took me by the hand.

—Come on, silly, come —she said, and led me to the bedroom.

Carmen was lying on our bed, wearing nothing but stockings. I looked at my wife, who was already undressing.

—And the kids? —I asked.

—With Pablo’s mother, until nine. We’ve got four hours.

I knew it wasn’t a coincidence, that it had been brewing for some time. But ignorance is such a fine way to live. I looked down and found the two of them sharing what was mine.