The Private Auction My Wife Asked for on Her Birthday

It all started one Friday night, two weeks before Lucía’s birthday. We were in bed, after a long session, and I was stroking her back while she was still breathing in ragged little gasps against my chest. Her legs were still open, her cunt swollen and shining with my cum, and a thick drop was slowly sliding down the inside of her thigh. I wiped it away with two fingers and put them back in her mouth. She sucked my fingers clean without opening her eyes, smiling.

—Honey… what if this year we do something different? —I said quietly—. No family dinner. Something just for us, with people who already know how we are.

Lucía rolled onto one elbow. Her tits hung a little, her nipples still hard. She had that smile that always lit me up, the one she wore when something crossed her mind and she knew I was going to like it.

—How different?

—A long weekend. Everyone dressed up, like a private casino night. But instead of chips, you bet favors. The women get put in play, little by little. And you’re the finale. The grand prize.

She bit her lip. I watched her think. I watched her decide before she spoke. She lowered her hand and fingered her own cunt while she looked at me, very slowly, as if just imagining it was making her wet again.

—Who?

—The trusted ones. Gonzalo, who’s been staring at you without even trying to hide it for years. Valeria and Tomás. Esteban. And Mateo, my nephew, if you’re okay with it.

—Your nephew —she repeated, with an amused edge, keeping her fingers between her lips—. Sounds dangerous.

—That’s the point.

She kissed me for a long time, slowly, and when she pulled back she was breathing fast again. She grabbed my cock, which was already hardening again, and took it into her mouth without taking her eyes off mine. She sucked me all the way down until she gagged a little, one hand at the base and her tongue working my frenulum, and when she let go her chin was full of spit.

—Do it —she whispered, hoarse—. Put the group together. But tell them the birthday girl decides how far each round goes.

She climbed on top of me and impaled herself, driving herself down slowly to the hilt. She fucked me like that, sitting astride me, riding me while she told me in my ear everything she was imagining: Mateo’s mouth on her nipples, Gonzalo’s cock in her pussy, Esteban’s in her ass. She came clenching around me in spasms, and I emptied into her for the second time that night, my hands dug into her ass cheeks.

***

The next day I created the chat. I called it “Lucía’s Celebration,” nothing more, so it wouldn’t be too obvious. One by one I wrote to them privately first, told them the idea, waited for them to confirm. They all said yes. Nobody hesitated more than a minute.

Valeria was the first to answer in the group, with a laugh you could read even in the text. Tomás confirmed he was going to watch and enjoy himself, as always. Gonzalo offered his country house: pool, garden, more than enough rooms, and total privacy. Esteban wrote that it had been a long time since he’d seen Lucía “in action” and that he was hoping for a private lesson as a present. Mateo, my nephew, put a heart emoji and a “of course, auntie.”

When I added Lucía to the chat, she greeted them all with a tone of false innocence and laid down just one condition.

—No half-assed shit. If you’re going to bet, bet for real.

***

We arrived at Gonzalo’s house on a Friday in March, near sunset. The place was better than I remembered: a low, sprawling building surrounded by trees, with the pool lit from below and a large living room where he’d already set up a homemade roulette table and two card tables. He’d hired someone to serve drinks for the first few hours, and after that the staff disappeared and we were left alone.

Lucía got out of the car in a red dress crossed over the back and with a high slit up the thigh. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, she’d told me on the way there, laughing. Valeria arrived half an hour later, in black, with her back bare down to the start of her hips. We greeted each other with champagne glasses in the garden, as if it were just another dinner. But our eyes were already telling the truth.

Gonzalo welcomed everyone with the calm authority I’d always known in him.

—Simple rules —he said—. We play three rounds: blackjack, roulette, poker. The winner of each round chooses one of the hosts, Lucía or Valeria, for a favor. The favor starts soft: a kiss, a caress, an item of clothing. And it intensifies if they want it to. At the end of the night, auction for the birthday girl. She decides how far.

Everyone nodded. I sat beside my wife and took her hand under the table.

—Sure?

—More than sure —she answered, without lowering her voice.

***

Mateo won the first blackjack hand. He looked at Lucía with a half-smile he couldn’t quite hide.

—Auntie… a long kiss. And sit on my lap while you give it.

Lucía stood up slowly. She crossed the room on heels that marked every step. She sat astride her nephew and kissed him like there was no one else in the room. She pushed her tongue all the way in, mouth open, and he answered by grabbing her ass under the dress. That’s when he discovered she wasn’t wearing anything. A moan slipped out against her mouth. Mateo held her hips and slid his fingers through the crack of her ass, playing at the entrance to her cunt without actually going in. She rubbed herself against his bulge, slowly, and bit his lower lip. The kiss lasted longer than it should have. When Lucía pulled away, she’d left lipstick at the corner of his mouth, and the nephew’s cock-print was hard as stone under his pants.

Valeria let out a low laugh from the other end.

—This starts off strong.

The second round was won by Esteban, at roulette. He asked Valeria to take her dress off slowly. She stood, found a soft song on the speaker, and peeled the fabric away little by little, looking at Tomás the whole time. When she was left in black lingerie, her husband raised his glass from the couch without saying a word, eyes shining. Esteban came over and asked her to bend down to pick up the dress from the floor. Valeria obeyed, folding at the waist without bending her knees, her ass pointed straight at the room. Esteban ran his palm over her ass cheeks, squeezed, and used two fingers to shift her thong to the side. Nobody said a thing. She didn’t either. She stayed bent over while he stroked her cunt with his thumb, very slowly, until it was shining all over. When she straightened up, her cheeks were red and her nipples pressed against the lace.

Gonzalo won poker. He asked Lucía for a dance and for her to finish on her knees in front of him. Lucía complied without hurry, her hands roaming over his chest and thighs before dropping to her knees. She opened his fly with her teeth. She pulled out his cock, already hard, and held it in her hand for a second, measuring it, smiling. Then she took it all the way into her mouth, to the throat, and drew it back out slowly, sucking the head with her lips sealed. Gonzalo held her hair for a second, not pushing, letting her set the pace. Lucía sucked his cock with her mouth open, letting a thread of spit fall that slid over his balls, and he was breathing hard through his nose, not taking his eyes off me. She gave him a long look, without taking him out of her mouth, and when she stood up her breathing was ragged, her chin glossy, and she had a smile that said she was enjoying every minute.

***

The rounds kept going. The favors got hotter at a natural pace, without forcing anything. Caresses, clothes dropping away, kisses that no longer ended where they were supposed to. Valeria ended up with her tits out, Esteban sucking her nipples while Tomás held her by the nape from behind. Lucía let Mateo eat her pussy on top of the poker table, her legs draped over her nephew’s shoulders, moaning with one hand on her own breast and the other gripping his head so he wouldn’t stop. Valeria and Lucía even ended up kissing, at first as a dare and then because they wanted to, and from kissing they moved to touching each other’s tits, and from tits to slipping their hands under what clothes were left, while Tomás watched from his chair without moving, like an aroused statue, his cock out of his pants and his fist working it slowly.

Near midnight, Gonzalo brought out a box and announced the final auction.

—Everyone puts in the chips they’ve accumulated. Whoever has the most gets Lucía to the master bedroom for half an hour.

They counted them. Triple tie: Mateo, Esteban, and Gonzalo. I smiled.

—As husband and parallel host —I said—, I propose the three of you share the prize. I go in at the end.

Lucía looked for me. I didn’t look away.

—I want that —she said clearly—. All three. And then you.

***

They went upstairs. The master bedroom had a huge bed and a window overlooking the lit garden. Lucía took off her dress in the hallway before going in and stood completely naked in front of the three of them. The three men closed the door behind them. I stayed outside for a second, listening. First it was my wife’s laugh, then the creak of the bed, then the first long, hoarse moan, the one I knew from when someone was burying himself in her for the first time. I heard Gonzalo saying, “Like that, pretty auntie, open wide,” and Mateo asking her to suck him while the other one fucked her. I heard the wet slap of Lucía’s cunt when someone started pumping her fast. I heard Esteban growling that he was going to cum on her tits. And I went downstairs to have a drink with Valeria and Tomás, my cock aching inside my pants.

Valeria was sitting in her husband’s lap, kissing him slowly. Already naked. When she saw me come in, she held out a hand.

—Sit with us. Tomás spent the whole night asking for you with his eyes.

Tomás nodded, never breaking the kiss with her. I understood instantly. I moved closer, Valeria turned toward me and kissed me with her whole tongue, and Tomás held her from behind, watching without touching. I stripped her completely, though there was almost nothing left, and sucked her tits while she opened my pants and took my cock out. She grabbed it with both hands and stroked me slowly, looking over her shoulder at her husband as if asking permission. Tomás touched her hair. She bent down and sucked me, her cheek pressed against my thigh, with that educated whore-mouth of hers that only ever showed itself in moments like that. Then she straddled me, guided my cock into position with her hand and slammed down on it in one motion, moaning long and low. It was Tomás who guided her hips from behind to set the rhythm, sinking his fingers into her waist, whispering for her to fuck me, to fuck me properly in front of him.

I fucked her sitting in the armchair, with Valeria bouncing on top of me, her tits hitting my face, and Tomás behind her, licking her neck and rubbing her clit with his hand while I pumped her full. We changed positions. She got on all fours on the rug. I went in from behind and she sucked his cock at the same time, the two of us taking her from both sides. Tomás came first, in her mouth, and she swallowed everything without letting go of me, arching her back when I felt her tighten. The three of us finished together, her between the two of us, my cum dripping out of her cunt and his running down the corner of her mouth, Tomás murmuring in her ear how beautiful she looked being desired in front of him. Valeria laughed against my shoulder afterward, exhausted, with her legs still trembling.

—I never thought my fantasy was this.

***

I went up to get Lucía around two in the morning. The door was ajar. I found her on her back, between the three of them, eyes closed and wearing a smile I’d never seen on her before. Her chest, neck, and belly were painted with semen. Her cunt was shining, swollen and open, and a thick load was running down her thigh to the sheet. Esteban moved aside when he saw me, still hard, hand over his cock. Gonzalo gave me a nod, seated on the edge, breathing hard. Mateo held my gaze for a second before moving out of the way, my wife’s nail marks on his back.

Lucía stretched out her hand toward me without opening her eyes.

—Come. You finish it.

I climbed onto the bed. The other three stayed close, no longer participating, just watching. I wiped her belly with the sheet, kissed her tits one by one, and settled myself between her legs. She was so wet, so open, so thoroughly fucked that I slid in without resistance. And even so she moaned when she felt me, different, deeper. I fucked her slowly, looking into her eyes, different from everything before, as if I wanted to remind her who she was to me after everything that had happened that night. I took her hands above her head. I kissed her mouth that still tasted like other men. I brought the pace up until I felt her shaking, and when she came clenching around me, she dug her nails into my shoulders and kissed me for a long time while I emptied myself inside her, over everything else.

—Thank you —she whispered in my ear—. For understanding.

***

Saturday morning we woke up late. Gonzalo had left coffee and fruit on the terrace. Valeria came downstairs in one of my T-shirts someone had lent her, with nothing underneath. Lucía appeared in a short robe, hair still tousled, and sat in my lap as if nothing had happened. Mateo served coffee. Esteban read the paper. Tomás looked at his wife with the same expression as the night before, only softer, like someone no longer afraid of losing anything.

We spent the day with no plans. There was a while in the pool, where the games were silly at first and more direct later. Lucía let everyone touch her under the water, laughing between kisses. She ended up braced against the edge, with Gonzalo behind her slipping into her slowly while Mateo ate her mouth from the outside and Esteban played with one of her tits. Valeria asked me to rub sunscreen on her back while Tomás watched from a hammock, and the sunscreen turned into caresses, and the caresses ended with her seated on my lap at the pool’s edge, my cock inside her, moving slowly, while Lucía came over still dripping water and kissed her on the mouth and sucked her stiff nipples from the cold.

In the afternoon, after lunch, Lucía asked me to go upstairs alone with her. We left the others on the terrace, with an open bottle and a conversation that no longer included us. In the room, with the light coming in through the window, I made love to her again, slowly, without an audience this time. I ate her pussy for a long while, until she came twice against my mouth, her hands in my hair. Then I got on top and slid into her slowly, very slowly, feeling every millimeter. I fucked her on her side, holding her from behind, without rushing, until she came again, silent, biting her lip, and I emptied inside her without pulling out. She cried a little at the end. From pleasure, she clarified with a laugh. From everything it had all been.

***

We left early on Sunday. Lucía left Valeria with a promise of coffee the following week, gave Gonzalo a long hug, a brief kiss to Esteban, and a conspiratorial little gesture to Mateo from the car window. Nobody promised to do it again. Nobody said we wouldn’t.

On the way back, she looked out the window with her head on my shoulder.

—Do you regret anything? —she asked, not looking at me.

—Nothing —I answered—. And you?

She turned toward me. She had that smile again, the same one I’d seen on her in bed two weeks earlier, when I proposed all of this and she accepted without hesitation.

—Me neither —she said—. But I want you to know something.

—Tell me.

—That next birthday is yours to decide. And I’m going to let you ask for anything.

I gripped the steering wheel. There were three hundred and sixty-five days left. I was going to count them.