The Surprise I Gave My Husband Back with Two Friends

After that night I told in my previous story —the first time I was with another man who wasn’t my husband, while he watched without missing a single detail— one fixed idea stayed in my head: I had to return the favor. Something on his level. Something that would leave him speechless, the way he had left me.

I talked it over with Camila, a friend I started seeing again more often in those months. I told her everything that had happened and she got so excited that she ended up confessing to me, laughing her ass off, that when she got home that night she hadn’t been able to hold back and had masturbated thinking about it.

—I want to surprise him now —I told her—. Can you think of anything?

Camila had the most open mind of anyone I knew. She thought for a second, bit her lip, and let it out:

—What would your husband think about being with three women? And before that, a live show from the three of you.

Wow. I got more worked up by the idea than he had by me that time.

—And where do we get a third? —I asked, my heart already racing.

She smiled like someone keeping an ace up her sleeve. She told me she had a friend, a married woman she saw in private, liberal and curious, who would surely be interested in the idea. Her name was Selena.

We agreed to meet the next day to get to know her and give the plan the green light.

***

When they introduced us, I understood why Camila had chosen her. Selena was our age, with a firm, toned body, breasts you wanted to bite, and full lips begging for the same. We sat in a downtown café and talked about the matter with a naturalness that surprised me.

—My husband and I have been going to swap meets for years —she told me, stirring her coffee without hurry—. It’s fun, we have an amazing time. If you want, we can invite you sometime. And if that feels scary, we can do it just the four of us: the two of you with us.

I liked her confidence. Selena had plenty of experience and knew the right places, those discreet spots designed exactly for this. We planned every last detail: the place, the time, who would arrive first.

At home, meanwhile, my husband suspected nothing. I started dropping the idea of going away for a weekend, of having a good time after the surprise he’d given me. He smiled with that naughty look.

—Sounds perfect to me —he said, not imagining what was coming for him.

I told him only what was needed: that we were going to a new place someone had recommended to me, that I’d invite a couple of friends to spend some time with us. He happily agreed, and that was that.

***

The weekend arrived. I got myself ready in the way I know drives him crazy: tight clothes, a look that leaves no room for doubt. Camila and Selena sent me the location, I forwarded it to him, and he happily followed it behind the wheel, suspecting nothing. Everything was going according to plan.

When we arrived, they were already there. My husband knew Camila, but when he saw Selena he greeted her a little surprised, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. The place was spacious: a big sofa facing a huge bed, made for several people. We started drinking. The drinks kept coming, the clothes started coming off, and we all loosened up, lighter, freer.

I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa, facing the bed.

—Stay right here and don’t move —I whispered in his ear—. This time the surprise is for you.

Camila took my hand and started kissing me. Selena came up behind me; I felt her breasts against my back and a shiver ran through my whole body. I already knew Camila, but Selena made me nervous: she was pure tension, I had no idea what she was going to do at any moment, and that turned me on like few things could.

The three of us kept taking turns, changing positions on the bed, while my husband watched from the sofa. From the look on his face and the way he shifted, I knew right away that he was enjoying every second. Knowing he was watching me, just as I had watched him that time, multiplied everything.

The three of us lay down. Camila already knew what I liked and had brought some toys. They spread my legs and Selena moved down between them. She knew exactly where to kiss, at what rhythm, when to stop for a second to make me beg. Camila, meanwhile, climbed onto my face and I got lost in her. I couldn’t see them, but I felt both of them at once, and that was enough.

Out of the corner of my eye I could catch my husband, devouring us with his gaze, unable to sit still on the sofa.

***

Selena sat up and pulled out a harness with a generous dildo. She strapped it on, lubed up without rushing, and, with me on my back, started fucking me. First slow, measuring every movement; then she picked up the pace until she was going all the way in. Each thrust made me devour Camila even harder.

At one point, the two of them leaned over me and started kissing: Selena without stopping moving inside me, Camila clinging to my body. Seeing the two of them kissing while they were fucking me was too much for my husband, who was practically ready to jump up from the sofa and run over.

They stopped. I caught my breath, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him.

—Do you like your surprise? —I asked him—. Get ready for what’s next.

I got up, took him by the hand, and led him to the bed. Camila and Selena settled in on either side of him. I positioned myself between his legs and started working him with my mouth, while the two of them kissed him, one on each side. Camila joined me and together we kept playing with him, taking turns, laughing, looking him in the eyes.

Selena stood up on the bed. She grabbed his head firmly.

—Tonight it’s your turn too —she told him, and brought her pussy to his mouth.

My husband, who had never been in a situation like that, obeyed without a word. Seeing him give himself over like that, letting himself be carried away by a woman he barely knew, turned me on even more.

***

We changed positions a couple more times. Camila sat on him, facing away, looking toward his feet; I positioned myself in front of her and kissed her while my husband held me by the waist. Then Selena strapped the harness back on and grabbed my hair so I’d service her with my mouth. She was unpredictable, intense, exactly what I had imagined her to be.

We took a break to catch our breath, with a couple more drinks, and went right back at it. The bed was a tangle of bodies: Camila riding my husband, him buried between my legs, Selena setting the pace for all of us.

At one point, Camila and I found each other. We tangled our legs, rubbing our sex against each other. It was the first time I’d done that and the sensation surprised me: the friction, the shared heat, the moisture mixing. It was delicious in a different way, slower, more intimate, even in the middle of all that chaos.

Selena, meanwhile, rode my husband with the ease that only experience gives. She lifted herself over him to get a deeper penetration and came down slowly, squeezing him, playing with every inch. Watching them like that, with that precision, was hypnotic.

***

There came a point when nobody wanted to stop anymore. My husband and I were so hot we were bound to finish. He came first, completely out of control, and Selena, Camila, and I moved in to receive him between the three of us, laughing and then kissing each other with conspiratorial smiles.

Selena ended up lying face down on the bed, exhausted. We got up to have a drink, still trembling, and talked for a while. She told us in detail what happened in that room when they organized bigger parties: full orgies, nights of pure debauchery. As she talked, without even realizing it, she heated us back up again.

I went over to my husband and started working him with my mouth again, slowly. He sat back against the headboard and I kept going, unhurried. Camila and Selena joined in, one by one and sometimes both together. It was, without a doubt, a surprise that more than lived up to the one he had given me, although —if I’m being honest— I never expected it to let me be with another man, much less in front of him.

Selena sat up and adjusted the harness again. I climbed on top of my husband facing him; Camila guided him with her hand, in a gesture of help that I found incredibly hot. Selena positioned herself behind me, carefully lubed up and, all of a sudden, the two of them were fucking me at the same time: my husband in front, her in back.

Feeling the friction through the thin barrier of skin, her breasts against my back, her breath on my neck, while he held me from the front, was one of the most intense sensations of the whole night. Camila came up from the side and kissed both of us in turns, going from his mouth to mine without stopping.

Being taken by both of them at once felt so good that I knew, right then and there, that it was going to become a habit. By then I had already lost count of the orgasms; my legs were shaking on their own.

***

Camila asked for her turn. She sat on my husband facing away, and I kissed her while he moved beneath her. Selena, still wearing the harness, settled in front of Camila and fucked her with such skill that she moaned out loud; just seeing them, my husband was on the verge of finishing again. Camila came at that very moment, with a cry that mingled with all of ours.

Selena noticed, stopped, and the three of us threw ourselves on him at once until he came, leaving the three of us with that stupid grin of someone who can’t take any more. We got up and each gave him a kiss, in order. I was the last one.

—Thank you for the surprise —he whispered to me, still breathless.

The four of us stayed sprawled on the bed, tangled up, in silence, listening to our breathing slowly settle down. It had been a night of pure debauchery, the kind you don’t plan the same way twice.

I glanced at that man, who that night was, without a doubt, the luckiest of all. And I thought that if this was what returning a favor meant, it wouldn’t cost me anything to stay in debt forever.