The Night My Friend and I Swapped Husbands

This happened when everything went back to normal after the long lockdown, the one in which the whole world came to a stop. By then, my husband and I had spent months dragging ourselves through the same gray routine. We had sex once a month, if we were lucky. He always had the same excuse: work, exhaustion, his desire fading along the way.

One of those few nights when we had just had sex, he stared up at the ceiling and said what he’d been thinking for a while.

—We’re too far apart from each other —he said—. What if we spice this up?

—How? —I asked, without moving.

—I’ve been fantasizing about a threesome for a while.

The idea caught me off guard. I told him I couldn’t imagine sucking two men off all night, or letting them fuck me from behind. Anal was never my thing, and he knew it. He accepted the no without arguing, and the conversation died there.

But another idea kept turning over in my head. At university I’d done something similar with my friends: a swap. Back then I was single and let myself go with whoever I wanted, while they went around with whichever boyfriend they had at the time. The difference was that now I also had someone to play with.

The next day I wrote to Lucía. You already know her from other things I’ve told: brunette, my height, small tits and a perky ass that the years had not touched. I sent her a message telling her about the threesome my husband had suggested and made it clear that wasn’t the idea that turned me on.

—I remembered what we used to do in college —I wrote.

—You’re insane —she replied, with laughter tucked between the words—. After so many years?

I let the afternoon go by and came back at her, this time no beating around the bush. I proposed that the four of us meet: her with Diego, with whom she’d already been living for years, and me with my husband. A few drinks at a bar, and if things flowed, we’d go to his apartment to see what happened. At first she resisted. After a while she texted me that it was fine, but that if the moment came and she didn’t feel brave enough, she’d say so without guilt. We agreed to meet on Friday at a bar downtown.

That same afternoon my husband picked me up near work. We talked about the kids and nonsense until I let slip that Lucía had invited us for drinks on Friday. He put on his annoyed face, the usual excuse, the tiredness. I told him I hadn’t gone out in weeks, that I just wanted a few drinks. He ended up agreeing.

***

On Friday we met near the bar. Diego has a car but hates driving, so the only car we took was ours. My husband ended up as the designated driver and settled for one beer. The conversation was easy; between vodka drinks, Lucía, Diego and I loosened up, remembering university. Until I saw my husband’s face. When there’s too much noise around, he gets cranky, and he was getting cranky.

—What if we keep this going at your place? —I suggested, looking at Lucía and Diego.

They agreed immediately. My husband’s face lit up the second he understood he wouldn’t have to put up with any more blasting music. We left, the four of us crammed into the car, and stopped at a store to buy three more bottles. While they went inside, I texted Lucía from the seat.

—Are you going to go through with it? —I wrote.

—Yes, but I’m nervous. I need more alcohol.

—Same here. Mine doesn’t know anything about the plan.

—Diego doesn’t either. We need to get them a little drunk.

We got to the apartment. I told my husband to relax, that he wasn’t driving anymore that night, and Lucía finished it off by offering us a place to sleep if needed.

They put on music and we started drinking. Little by little I watched my husband loosen up. Lucía and I started with the college stories, the ones we told halfway, always leaving out the hottest part. That was when my husband found out that Diego had first been my boyfriend and then Lucía’s.

—So you two are milk sisters —Diego blurted out, already drunk.

All four of us laughed, and with that laugh, it all began.

With the alcohol flowing, we admitted it was true, that both of us had slept with him back then.

—Yes, but that was when I was thinner —I said—. Now I’ve got better ass cheeks.

—No doubt —Diego answered.

—Hey, that’s mine —my husband jumped in.

—But it was mine first —Diego shot back, and we all burst out laughing again.

Lucía made a show of being offended. To keep my husband from being left out, I lifted her by one arm.

—Come on, both of you stand up. Tell us the truth: which one has the bigger ass?

Diego answered right away that it was Lucía. I looked at my husband and demanded he be honest. He stared at the two of us, serious, weighing it up.

—Truth is... yeah. Lucía’s got the bigger ass.

We bent over laughing again. Not wanting to lose momentum, Lucía struck back.

—But look at the tits she’s carrying.

I crossed my arms under my chest and lifted them.

—There I win.

—And now that’s mine and mine alone —my husband said, squeezing one.

Diego wasn’t about to be left behind; he wrapped Lucía from behind and grabbed both of hers.

—Still, I’m not complaining about these little lemons.

***

The music kept playing and Lucía pulled me up to dance. We hugged and she spoke into my ear.

—How do we do this? They’re not daring enough.

—Just follow my lead.

I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed me back at once, hungry, and our husbands started whistling and clapping like it was a show. We pulled apart and each went back to our own man. It’s now or never, I thought.

—What would you rather watch —I asked my husband—, me kissing Lucía or Diego?

—Both —he said, without hesitation.

Lucía was sitting on Diego’s lap. I bent down a little, kissed her again, and then went for Diego’s mouth, which answered by shoving his tongue all the way in.

—And me? Am I just supposed to watch? —my husband complained.

Lucía went over to him and repeated the move: she kissed him first, then me. But this time, while she was kissing me, she slipped a hand under my blouse and took out one breast. I felt another mouth tracing my back and a hand pulling out the other breast. I opened my eyes: it was my husband. I turned my head toward Diego, who was already rubbing the bulge in his pants, while Lucía, with her free hand, was squeezing my husband’s crotch.

I took her by the arm and sat her on his lap. They kept kissing, and I watched my husband knead Lucía’s tits. I stood up and, with my breasts out, went to Diego. I opened his legs, sat on his lap, and felt his erection stabbing against my denim skirt.

—I’d forgotten about your nipples —he murmured—, but they’re still just as delicious.

He started sucking them while grabbing my ass with both hands. I moved slowly, forward and back, feeling him rock-hard through his clothes. I didn’t want to look over where the other two were. I just wanted to focus on that hardness that felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

He took off my blouse and yanked my bra open. I ripped off his T-shirt and kissed his neck while he slid a hand under my skirt and pulled aside my underwear, a lace pair I’d put on on purpose for that night. I slid off his lap, opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was exactly as I remembered: thicker than my husband’s, the same length. I took him into my mouth and kept him there for a long while, until he lifted me up and laid me back on the sofa.

He spread my legs and buried his face between them. His tongue worked slowly, teasing the strip of hair I always left there. That was when I turned my head and saw them. Lucía was naked, on her knees in front of my husband, sucking him off with devotion. He was standing, staring straight at me with his face twisted by pleasure. He lifted her, turned her toward me, and bent her over to fuck her.

He shoved in with one thrust and Lucía let out a long moan. From where I was, I could see her small tits hanging, the dark nipples swaying. Diego sat up and lined the tip up at my entrance.

—Don’t come inside —I managed to say.

He pushed in and the air left me. He was the same size as my husband’s but thicker, and that changed everything. He fucked me for a good while until I asked him to put me on all fours. He did, and from behind he got deeper. I started moaning louder until the first orgasm shook through me.

We changed positions. Now I sat on top, drove his cock into myself and started riding him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my husband with Lucía in the same position; she had the face of someone who had just finished. I moved faster, searching for it, until a second orgasm split me in two. The moment it passed, I felt him twitch underneath me. I hurried, and we finished together. I didn’t even get up in time: I felt the hot spurts spilling inside me while my body was still shaking. There was so much that it immediately started running out.

I was left with a taste of disappointment. My husband knew my rhythm, he always held out longer. Even so, a thicker cock inside me had its own reward.

***

When I relaxed a little, I looked to the other side. My husband had Lucía stretched out with her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her without mercy. She moaned and pinched her nipples until she stopped him with a slap and came again. He put her on all fours and kept going for a couple more minutes until Lucía asked for a break.

—Wait, give me a second. I’ve already had several.

The moment I heard that, I got up and went to my husband. I lay down over Lucía to kiss her and offered myself on all fours so he could fuck me. He did, and feeling Diego’s cum inside me made his cock get even harder: he liked finding that there. He fucked me like that, on all fours, while I devoured Lucía’s mouth. He didn’t last long; I suppose the excitement got the better of him and he filled me again. Everything started running down my legs until it dripped onto Lucía, who was taking it to her mouth with her fingers.

—I always taste Diego’s —she confessed to me—. It’s one of my favorites.

I kissed her, tasting what she was sucking, and we parted.

Each one went back to her partner on the sofas where we had started the night, and we dressed in silence. The most intense part was over and none of us really knew how to look at the others. Lucía suggested we stay the night, but my husband quickly said we’d better go. He leaned in to my ear.

—Don’t put your bra on.

I laughed and did as he said. Once all four of us were dressed, we said goodbye with kisses on the lips all around and went down to the car.

***

It was three in the morning and I was still drunk. He said he was dizzy but alert; I asked him to go slowly, just in case. He started the car and drove perfectly. He was much more sober than he admitted. A few blocks later he slid a hand under my skirt. I was still leaking, my panties soaked with cum and my own juice.

—Did you like what we did? —he asked.

—Yes. It was better than a threesome.

He laughed. He pulled the fabric aside and started slipping a finger into me. My nipples hardened, pushing against my blouse. We kept moving through the sleeping city: me with my legs open and my breathing ragged, him with one finger inside me and his eyes fixed on the street.

It’s a shame a night like that was never repeated.