The Threesome My Wife Had Planned from the Start

Valeria had been telling me for weeks that she had something planned. She wouldn’t give me details, just look at me with that smile I’d known for eleven years and tell me I was going to like it. When Valeria said that, she was always right.

The night Marcos came home, I understood what it was about.

Marcos had been my best friend since college. We’d known each other for almost two decades: each other’s fears, vices, the way we took our coffee. Or so I thought. That night I found out that Valeria knew him just as well, much better than I’d imagined, and that the two of them had been planning for some time what was about to happen right in front of my eyes.

I saw them from the half-open door. Valeria with her hands clenched around the headboard, on all fours, ass raised and tits hanging heavy as they rocked with the rhythm of the thrusts. Marcos behind her, gripping her hips with both hands, driving his cock into her all the way with hard thrusts that echoed through the room each time his pelvis slammed against my wife’s ass. It was a big cock, thicker than mine, and I saw it all: how it went in all the way and came out glistening from Valeria’s cunt, how she arched her back and spread her knees wider to take him to the root.

—Harder, bastard —she moaned, her voice rough—. Break me, like that, break my cunt.

Marcos answered with a sharp slap to her ass that left the red imprint of his hand, then drove in deeper again. Every now and then she looked for me with her eyes, never breaking eye contact, as if confirming that I was still there, that I hadn’t left. Every time Marcos’s cock sank all the way into her, Valeria opened her mouth in a grimace of pleasure and fixed her eyes on me, so I could see clearly how another man was fucking her in our bed.

I didn’t leave. I stayed standing in the hallway, one hand braced against the wall and the other inside my pants, gripping the cock that had gone hard as stone without me even realizing when. I worked it slowly, unable to stop watching Marcos fuck her at an increasingly brutal pace. Unable and unwilling to stop.

I watched Valeria start to tremble and moan higher and higher, until she let out a long cry, biting the pillow, and her whole body shook in a spasm. She was coming with another man’s cock inside her. Marcos held on a few seconds longer, grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and with three final brutal thrusts, he came too. I watched him pulse inside her, saw him move his hips in little circles as he emptied himself completely, and finally pull out, leaving a thread of semen that fell onto the sheets.

When it was all over, I heard Marcos in the bathroom. A few minutes later, Valeria appeared in the doorway of our bedroom, hair tousled, eyes shining, thighs wet.

—Come to bed —she told me.

I followed her.

***

I lay down beside her. The room smelled different, mixed, heavy in a way that wasn’t unpleasant: it smelled like sex, like semen, like another man’s sweat. Valeria took my hand without saying a word and slowly brought it, with a calm that unsettled me, down to rest between her legs.

—Feel —she said softly—. Feel what he left inside me.

I felt. My fingers sank into her soaked cunt, hot, slippery with Marcos’s load. She was open, swollen, and when I pushed two fingers in as deep as they would go, semen ran down my hand and wet her thighs.

She’d said it before, many times, that the idea of Marcos filling her and then me being there afterward was what excited her most of all in the plan. I’d heard it, imagined it, jerked off thinking about that image many times, but now it was real and my fingers were proving it in a concrete way. Fucked. Recently fucked by another man. And full of another man’s cum.

Then Valeria slid her arm over my shoulder and began pressing on my neck, slowly, firmly. There was no doubt where she was guiding me. The direction was only one.

I let myself be led downward. The pressure was slow, unhurried, but determined. When my head reached the level of her stomach, Valeria changed her grip: she took my face from the sides and guided me with precision until my mouth was inches from her open, dripping cunt.

—Lick —she whispered—. Get everything out of me.

I knew her by heart. I knew exactly what she was like, how she smelled, what to do. But what was in front of me that night was different from everything I’d known before. Different in temperature, different in taste, different in what it meant. Her cunt smelled of both of them, of the sex the two of us had, and from the slit a thick white thread was slipping out and running toward her ass.

It took me a moment. I don’t know how long. The dirty thrill overtook the shame, and when I stuck out my tongue and swept it from bottom to top, collecting another man’s cum from my wife’s cunt, Valeria let out a long sound from deep in her throat that I hadn’t heard from her in months.

—That’s it —she murmured—. Like that. Don’t stop. Lick me clean, love.

I didn’t stop. I pried her cunt lips apart with my fingers and buried my tongue inside, as deep as I could get it, searching every corner, pulling out the semen Marcos had left there and swallowing it. She pressed my head against her sex and ground my face into her cunt, shameless, not giving me a second’s respite. I tasted the salty, thick, strange flavor of my best friend’s semen in my own mouth, and instead of disgust it made my cock even harder.

I found the rhythm quickly, guided by the movement of her hips and the sounds she made. I sucked her clit with my lips, bit it gently, licked it in circles while I slid two fingers into her and searched inside for that spot that drove her crazy. I felt, at that moment, something I couldn’t properly name: part slave, part necessary, part completely hers. As if that were exactly the place that belonged to me in the arrangement Valeria had designed without consulting me and that I no longer wanted to leave.

—I’m going to come again —she panted, gripping my hair—. On your face. I’m going to come on your face, cuck.

When she finished, with a long tremor that started in her hips and didn’t stop until her shoulders, she pressed my face against her cunt until I could barely breathe and filled my mouth with her juices mixed with his. I rose until I was beside her, lips shining, chin wet, and she licked my mouth with a greedy tongue, sucking her own taste and the other man’s off my face.

She caressed my forehead without saying anything for a while.

—I knew you were going to like it —she said at last.

She was right. As always.

***

The next morning I woke up alone.

The sun was already coming in through the blinds. I sat up and heard voices mixed with something else coming from the hall. I got up quietly and walked to the guest room.

The door was ajar.

I heard Valeria’s voice first, cut by a sound I knew well: the wet slapping of a soaked cunt riding up and down a cock. Then Marcos’s, answering something in a low voice. I stopped where they couldn’t see me and looked through the crack.

Marcos was lying on his back, his cock buried deep in my wife’s cunt. Valeria was on top of him, moving slowly, riding him with her hands braced on his chest, with that concentration she had when she didn’t want it to end quickly. I could see her naked back, the arch of her waist, her ass rising and falling, and how Marcos’s thick cock appeared and disappeared inside her, coated in her fluids. They talked in the intervals, as if they had all the time in the world.

—And he did it? —Marcos asked, his hands closed over my wife’s tits, squeezing them—. He ate my cum out of your cunt?

—He did —she replied, moving her hips in slow circles—. And gladly. I didn’t have to ask him twice. He licked up everything you left inside me.

Marcos let out something between a laugh and admiration.

—I did not expect that at all. What a divine cuck you ended up getting.

—I did —said Valeria, and there was something in her voice between pride and satisfaction—. I know him better than he knows himself. I knew he’d swallow. And I knew he’d come watch us today.

And as she said it, she made a movement with her hips—driving herself all the way down, until his cock disappeared inside her—that cut off the conversation. Marcos groaned and squeezed her tits harder.

I was still in the hallway. At some point my hand had started moving on its own, without me having consciously decided to begin. My cock was out of my pajamas, hard, and I was stroking it while watching them through the crack. I realized that when Marcos turned his head and saw me standing at the door, hand on my shaft.

There was no awkward pause. He just looked at me for a second and smiled.

—Come in —he said—. Don’t just stand there spying, cuck. Come see how I fuck your wife properly.

Valeria turned around without getting off him and looked for me with her eyes, never stopping moving on his cock.

—I knew you were there —she told me—. Come in.

***

I walked into the room.

Valeria slid off Marcos with a moan, leaving his cock shining, soaked, hard, and pointing at the ceiling. She sat on the edge of the bed with her cunt swollen and red, open from so much use. Marcos stayed reclined, completely relaxed, not bothering to cover the cock that stuck out from his belly, wet with my wife. I stood there with my hands still for the first time that morning, not knowing what to do with the situation.

Valeria stretched one hand toward me and patted the mattress beside her.

—Sit down.

I sat.

—How are you? —she asked me.

—Good —I said—. Weird. But good.

—Weird passes —Marcos said from the other side—. The first time is always like that.

I didn’t answer. I was thinking about what I’d done the night before, about the taste of Marcos’s semen on my tongue, and that I didn’t regret a single detail. That if Valeria guided me where she had guided me again, I would follow her without resistance.

—Marcos wants something —Valeria said, and her voice was the kind that doesn’t ask but informs—. He wants you to suck his cock.

Marcos didn’t speak. He let Valeria handle everything, which was her natural way of functioning in these situations; I could already see that. When she leaned down and grabbed his cock with her hand, closing her fingers around the base, she brought it toward my face with calculated slowness. I saw the reddened glans, swollen, wet with my wife’s juices, advancing slowly toward my mouth.

I kept my lips closed for a moment. Just a moment.

—Open up —Marcos said quietly—. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

I opened. I stuck out my tongue.

Valeria rested the glans on my tongue and moved it slowly, rubbing it over my lips, smearing my face with his own fluid. Then she squeezed the back of my neck with her other hand and pushed me downward. Marcos’s cock entered my mouth, thick, hot, tasting of my wife’s cunt. I felt it fill me completely, press against my palate, and once I opened, I understood that this was exactly what I’d been avoiding naming for months. That all the excitement I felt when I watched them had this exact name, this exact taste, this exact weight in my mouth.

—Suck slowly —Valeria guided me—. With your tongue. Wrap it around the tip. That’s it, like that. Now deeper.

I obeyed. I swallowed my best friend’s cock with the clumsiness of a beginner, choking a little, searching for the rhythm. Valeria ran her hand down my back.

—Like that —she murmured—. That’s it. Look at you, sucking him off.

Marcos was restrained, almost professional, with his hands behind his head and his breathing even, watching me with a smile while I sucked his cock with all my attention on not disappointing him. That unsettled me more than anything else. I was paying so much attention that I didn’t notice the rhythm I found on my own, bobbing my head up and down, helping with my hand at the base and my tongue working the frenulum, until Valeria pointed it out to me:

—You learn fast.

—Too fast —Marcos said, and there was something between approval and surprise in his voice—. Like it’s not the first time. Take it all, cuck, don’t be afraid of me.

—For him, it’s not the first time he’s thought about this either —said Valeria—. Just the first time he’s doing it.

She was right. As always.

***

After a while, Valeria gently pulled me away, my mouth still full of spit and cock flavor, and took my place. I stayed on my knees beside her, watching her swallow Marcos’s cock whole, down to the throat, without gagging, with a technique she’d never given me, in eleven years, with that much devotion. She did it with a skill that made me feel something like jealousy and something like pride at the same time, because she was mine and not mine, and I liked both things. I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, his hand caressing her tits, and Marcos groaning softly with his eyes half-closed.

—Get under her —he said without taking his mouth off what he had.

I obeyed. Marcos repositioned himself and Valeria ended up on top of him, on all fours, guiding his cock with her hand toward her cunt. I slid beneath the two of them and ended up with my head between my wife’s legs, all the action unfolding inches from my face. I could see everything. How her cunt opened to take him, how the thick cock disappeared inside millimeter by millimeter until it was buried to the root. How Marcos started moving, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. I could reach Valeria with my tongue every time he withdrew: I licked her clit, ran my tongue around the cock that was penetrating her, tasted their mixed fluids. And every so often, when he pulled out completely, I brought it to my mouth and opened without anyone needing to tell me, and sucked his cock wet with my wife’s cunt before he drove back into her.

—Perfect —Marcos said at one point, his voice tight—. The two of you together like this is perfect. She’s coming on my cock and he’s cleaning it with his mouth.

Valeria made a deep sound, the kind that comes from the body before the throat.

—More —she begged—. Like that. Harder. Don’t stop. Both of you, don’t stop.

Marcos increased the pace, pounding her with hard thrusts that shook her whole body, and I worked with my tongue as much as I could, sucking my wife’s clit while another man fucked her a centimeter from my face, feeling myself part of something that had no exact name but filled me in a way I never expected to feel.

—I’m switching —announced Marcos, pulling out his bright, dripping cock.

I understood the signal. So did Valeria. She settled herself back on all fours, ass high, and I prepared her with my fingers and tongue: I licked her cunt, slid two fingers in and pulled them out wet, moved my tongue up to her asshole and moistened that too, following her short instructions, until Marcos was ready to enter from the angle she wanted: farther back, deeper, in the way that was hardest for her and that she liked most.

—Slowly —said Valeria—. Like that. Yes. Put it all in. Like that.

Marcos moved carefully at first, resting the glans and pushing in little by little, then with more confidence when she started asking for more, grabbing her hips and slamming her ass with his pelvis. I stayed underneath, now with my head between my wife’s thighs, reaching her clit with my tongue as it swelled with each thrust, while he filled her from the angle I’d never given her. I could see his balls swinging inches from my face, hitting my chin every time he sank all the way in. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and licked them, and Marcos groaned louder.

—I’m coming —announced Marcos, voice strained—. I’m about to come.

—Inside —said Valeria—. All inside. Empty yourself in my cunt.

A few seconds later, Marcos stayed still with his cock buried to the hilt, holding her by the hips, and from where I was I could see him pulsing inside her, his balls tightening as he shot load after load. Valeria moaned long and low, pressing herself against him, milking him. Then he withdrew slowly, leaving my wife’s cunt open and swollen, with a thick river of white semen beginning to pour straight into my mouth. I didn’t wait for anyone to say anything. I opened wide and received the whole load on my tongue, then clamped onto Valeria’s cunt and licked out everything left inside, burying my tongue as deep as I could, swallowing my best friend’s warm semen directly from my wife’s sex. I already knew what my job was, and I took it on without hesitation.

—Divine cuck —murmured Valeria, looking down at me while I cleaned her cunt with my mouth, and there was no mockery in her voice, only something closer to affection—. Like that. That’s exactly your thing. Lick well, don’t leave me a single drop.

She was right. It was.

***

The three of us stayed in bed for a while afterward. I in the middle, Valeria on one side, Marcos on the other. The ceiling was white. The sun was high and someone should have gotten up to make breakfast, but nobody did.

—How are you? —Valeria asked me for the second time that morning.

—Good —I said—. Very good, actually.

Marcos laughed.

—I knew this was exactly the kind of person this arrangement was missing.

—I knew it too —said Valeria—. That’s why I planned it.

I didn’t answer. I was thinking about what had just happened and that there wasn’t a corner of my body that wanted to turn back. It wasn’t what I had imagined. It was more concrete, more real, stranger, and more mine than anything I’d ever fantasized about during all the time I told myself I’d never do it.

—Will you come back? —I asked Valeria.

—If you want.

I do.

I didn’t say it out loud. But Valeria had known me for eleven years and she knew anyway.

***

Things changed after that Sunday. Not suddenly or dramatically. They changed the way things change when something that already existed underneath finally comes to the surface: without much noise, but irreversibly.

Marcos comes over almost every Thursday. Sometimes the three of us share the night —he fucks her while I watch and jerk off, then it’s my turn to clean her cunt with my mouth, or they put me between them and take turns fucking my mouth until I’m drooling—; other times I stay in the living room and listen from the hallway, not going in, which has its own pleasure too. I hear my wife moan when someone else is inside her, the slap of hips against her ass, her whore insults as she comes, and I work myself slowly until I empty into my hand. There are nights when Valeria comes looking for me after he falls asleep, still full of semen, so I can lick it out of her, and nights when she doesn’t, and that’s fine too.

What I didn’t expect was to discover that I like both versions. That there are nights when I want to be inside the room, Marcos’s cock in my mouth while he eats my wife’s cunt, and nights when I’d rather stay outside imagining. That when I hear them from the hallway, my hand knows exactly what to do without me having to think about it.

As for Marcos, he no longer seems surprised when I’m the one who opens the door, or when I greet him on my knees, pulling his cock out of his pants before he’s even taken off his coat. Nor when we start without waiting for her, because sometimes she’s late getting home from work and finds us in the living room, him on the sofa and me between his legs sucking him off, and all she does is shake her head with a smile and ask if there’s any dinner.

That’s what still surprises me about Valeria: that she knew where we were going long before I did.

And she had the patience to wait for me to get there.