The Summer I Shared My Wife with Our Friend

Hugo arrived on the coast with his son, just like us. The idea was to spend the holidays together: while Lorena, my wife, our children and his were doing the surf course, I would take the chance to work without missing out on the social time. We rented a beautiful detached house, with a pool and a wide porch overlooking the sea. Every morning, Hugo, Lorena and the kids would leave until midday for their lessons. Bianca, Hugo’s wife, kept working in the city and would try to come on weekends.

The routine settled in from day one. They left early and, until they came back, I heard hardly anything from them. It didn’t take me long to notice something: between the hours they spent together and the ones I stole from the computer, they seemed more like a family than we did. My relationship with Hugo was terrific; I knew his life in detail, even intimate things about his marriage. By midweek, once they were back, we were swimming in the pool when he grabbed Lorena and tossed her in. I noticed there was very little modesty in the way he caught her and played with her.

The truth was that, with all that sun, Lorena was radiant. Tanned, her hair lightened, in a bikini all day, she didn’t look forty-three at all. And so, exactly as I thought it, I said it out loud.

—You look like a married couple —I blurted from the lounger.

—Me, with this animal? No, no, forget it —she replied, laughing.

Which made Hugo dunk her again. My calm, complicit attitude made that game easier for them, fed by the time alone, the daily friction and that summer attraction that makes women even more beautiful. It didn’t bother me. If I’m honest, I was starting to enjoy watching.

That same night, after dinner and while the children played in the garden, we were having a drink on the porch. Lorena was leaning against me, and Hugo was on the other side, so she was between the two of us. He showed her some photos the instructor had sent them: they moved closer without a hint of embarrassment, shoulder to shoulder, looking at themselves in full practice. In one, Lorena appeared from behind, with the bottom of her swimsuit half wedged in, and they both laughed.

—If you keep this up I’m going to get jealous —I said, joining in the joke.

Aware of the strange, permitted situation, she turned toward me and kissed me.

—And what do you have to say now? —she murmured.

Hugo stood up, I suppose to give us a moment of privacy, but Lorena called him back.

—Don’t be silly, come here, you know what he’s like.

He tried to make an excuse, though she ended up convincing him. He sat back down, this time farther away, and Lorena asked him to move back to his spot. Without a trace of shame she rested her bronzed legs on him, and he definitely had a privileged view given the short beach dress she was wearing.

—See, dummy? Nothing’s happening —she told me, kissing me again—. This way the three of us are fine.

And she kissed me again, now with her back to him, stroking my thigh in a way that could start a fire. I opened my eyes and saw that Hugo had taken Lorena’s feet in his hands and was playing with them slowly. I cautiously brushed her breast and felt her unbearably aroused: the breathing, the way she swayed, how she wiggled her toes very close to his lap. So many days of flirting were being condensed on that porch.

Hugo moved closer. His hands were already climbing up her legs. Without planning it, just as turned on as the two of them, all I did was gently push her toward him. Lorena pulled away from me, kissed me again and slid over to Hugo, straddling his body, still holding one hand out toward me as a sign that she wasn’t leaving me out. He took her face in his hands and they started kissing while he groped her ass, because her dress had ridden up as she moved.

Lorena goes weak for kissing; it turns her on more than anything else, and I liked seeing her like that. We had flirted with the idea of swapping partners, but I had never consciously shared her. She began to rock against him, as if they were already fucking. Hugo looked at me and I simply nodded. The instant he was nibbling her breast through the fabric, the door rang.

Lorena jumped up, adjusted her clothes in a second and I went to open the door to the children, who came straight into the kitchen. We sent them to bed, not without effort. Hugo left looking somewhat bewildered, I’d say embarrassed.

Lorena and I went upstairs to the bedroom with a strange normality. I waited for her impatiently in bed. She appeared in a T-shirt and panties, lay down beside me and looked at me sidelong.

—Seriously? You don’t mind? You’ve completely thrown me off —she said.

—It was going to happen anyway —I answered—. At least this way I get to have some fun too.

And I got on top of her and fucked her without preamble or subtlety. All the groundwork had already been done; I knew it the moment I touched her.

***

In the morning the alarm got everyone moving. Lorena and Hugo saw each other for the first time after the failed attempt the night before. He was drinking coffee, leaning against the counter, and she, from behind him, gave him an affectionate kiss on the neck. He reached out his hand and they brushed against each other for a moment before going back to breakfast. Hugo looked at me and snorted. Then they hurried off to surf class, all packed into the car.

My head still spinning, I tried to get to work. I had a video call and the whole house to myself all morning. But barely half an hour had passed when I heard the gate and the car coming back in. I looked out and there they were: they hadn’t even finished getting out and they were already kissing, leaning against the hood, unable to wait until they got inside. I had brought this on and allowed it, so I couldn’t be surprised.

They came in hand in hand, like two young lovers. Hugo turned to me.

—This is all very weird, tell me how we’re going to do this…

He hadn’t finished the sentence when Lorena had already taken off her T-shirt and was waiting for him in nothing but her bikini bottoms, stretched out on one of the sofas facing the pool. I just nodded, like the night before, and he threw himself on her. I felt excited, dirty and powerful in equal measure. My wife was completely unrestrained, given over to our friend, who was almost intimidating in the way he used his body to handle her however he wanted.

Lorena asked me to come closer, extending her hand. I understood that as her way of asking permission and thanking me at the same time. I barely touched her and nodded again, with the strange power that came from allowing them to fuck in front of me. They kissed hungrily, she moaned almost theatrically, he worked his way over her legs, her sex, her breasts, until he turned her around and positioned her facing the pool to take her from behind.

That was when I allowed myself to join in. Taking advantage of the fact that Lorena’s head was sticking out over the edge of the sofa, I offered her my cock so she could lick it while Hugo drove into her without respite. Other times I would have been more considerate; that time I didn’t hold back. Without warning, I came on her open mouth, while he made her come like I never would have imagined.

I stepped away and they went on. It was obvious how much they wanted each other, how much they enjoyed that truce between two marriages. My presence didn’t get in their way. She stroked Hugo’s torso and arms as if she still couldn’t believe what she had in her hands; he pressed her against his body and devoured her cunt. I don’t know how many times Lorena came, but surely more than three. They ended up lying side by side, drenched in sweat.

I gave them a little more time and went to fetch the children. Before leaving, Lorena kissed me and whispered in my ear:

—I don’t know why you’re doing this, but thank you. I like it.

When I came back, everything seemed normal again.

***

The pattern over the following days was the same. In practice, Lorena had two partners in the house, both in agreement and without a bad face between them. Some nights we even let Hugo sleep in our bed, and slowly, no longer in the rush of the beginning, we both had her at once. She wanted the novelty of Hugo, but she didn’t want to break the balance that let her enjoy our friend with my consent. Any excuse was enough to start a new battle between them: cooking, a shower, sitting by the pool. As soon as the children left, desire clouded their minds.

On Thursday Bianca, Hugo’s wife, was coming. She’s a very surgically enhanced beauty, but a beauty all the same. Petite, strong-willed and fun at the same time, a lawyer by profession, one of those women who enjoy teasing and flirting. I asked Hugo, not without a touch of malice.

—What does Bianca know about all this?

—Nothing —he replied flatly—. And I don’t know how to tell her. You know her, she might think it’s fine or she might not.

It was a good answer. Having the upper hand, I didn’t hold back.

—We should all get something out of this, shouldn’t we?

The look on his face was priceless. I went up to the room and, taking advantage of the fact that Lorena was there, decided it was our moment. I slammed her against the terrace door and, with little foreplay, fucked her until I came. I liked being able to play at this without making excuses. While I was getting out of the shower, I told her about my conversation with Hugo and that I’d love Bianca to want to join the game.

—You’re quite shameless, aren’t you? —she answered me, surprised and amused.

After dinner, with everyone together, the children went off to play and the four of us were left. I was surprised that it was Lorena who broke the ice.

—They told you, didn’t they? —she said to Bianca.

—You’ve got some nerve —Bianca replied.

But she didn’t seem too angry, and from there the atmosphere began to ease, and with it the fears, especially Hugo’s, who had barely spoken. When he got up to get ice and stood next to Lorena, I lost patience. I went over to Bianca and started telling her about the games from those days, while she kept repeating how brazen we had been. By the time I realized it, my hand was resting on her leg in a far from innocent way, and she wasn’t doing anything to stop it. With one knee bent, she wasn’t even bothering to hide the tiny thong she was wearing.

On the other side of the table, Hugo and Lorena were playing with their mouths and, from what I could tell, with their hands too.

—Is everything perfect on you? What soft skin —I told Bianca.

I knew she would like being flattered. She stretched out her leg and showed me a beautiful, well-cared-for foot, with red-painted toenails.

—Do you like them? —she asked.

—Everything’s perfect on you —I repeated.

That line was magic. She let her body slide toward me and gave in. I started kissing her, and I admit that, besides desire, there was a desire for revenge, to prove that we knew how to play too. I slid my hand into her cunt, completely shaved and already wet; she didn’t hesitate to exaggerate every contraction of pleasure. Beside us, the other two were already fucking. It didn’t take long for us to imitate them. I had never touched silicone breasts before, perfectly round. I was still a little out of my depth: I had never imagined ending up like this with our friends.

Bianca and I stood up and went to her room. She asked me for a minute and came back wearing a gorgeous set of lingerie that was clearly not meant for me. I asked her to keep her sandals on. She lay back and I devoured her cunt, pushing aside the burgundy lace thong, while she shoved my head against her pubis and moaned. In the other room, Hugo was still taking Lorena from behind.

I had no idea how we were going to return to reality, but I did know I had to make the most of that moment. When the bell rang, each of us went back to our apparent place. I crossed paths with Hugo on the stairs and we both laughed, saying nothing.