The Threesome with My Business Partner Started in Our Kitchen

I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe in the kind of decisions you make knowing they’re going to complicate everything. On the night my business partner was coming to our house to sleep with my wife, I had already been aroused and restless for hours, caught in that mixture of pride and shame I felt watching her desired by another man. It wasn’t the first time she’d fucked someone else, but it was the first time I was going to let him into our kitchen, sit him at my table, and listen to him breathe while he fantasized about tearing my wife’s clothes off.

His name was Darío, though that wasn’t the name half the office knew him by. To everyone else, he was the serious, polite, proper guy who measured his words and seemed incapable of saying “cunt” without asking permission. To me, for months now, he was also the man who couldn’t look at my wife without swallowing hard. And to her, for less time than either of them wanted to admit, he was a client, a friend, and a man whose hands trembled with desire whenever she was near.

“Do you really want him to come?” Nora asked me from the bedroom while she chose what to wear.

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have invited him.”

“I don’t mean inviting him to dinner.”

I watched her through the mirror. She was naked from the waist up, still wearing her skirt, trying on a black bra that lifted her breasts in an almost obscene way. Her skin was brown from the vacation, her hair still damp, and she had that confidence in her body that made any piece of fabric seem like an excuse to strip her.

“You know what I mean,” I said.

Nora smiled. She liked it when I spoke plainly.

“Then yes,” she replied. “I want him to come. And so do you.”

That “so do you” lodged itself in my head. Because until then, the arrangement had been simple: I would go out for a while, leave them alone, and come back late. Clean, orderly, civilized. But my wife knew me too well to pretend that was all I wanted. I didn’t just want to imagine it. I wanted to watch her spread her legs for him. I wanted to hear her beg for cock. I wanted to know whether my business partner was still so proper with his face buried between my wife’s thighs.

“Don’t start,” I muttered.

“I haven’t started anything.”

She turned, came over to me wearing only her skirt and bra, and grabbed my cock through my trousers. I was already hard. She squeezed slowly, enjoying my broken breathing.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered. “You’ve spent all day thinking about him eating your pussy right here.”

“And you’ve spent all day getting wet over it.”

“Of course I have.”

She kissed me hungrily, sliding her tongue into my mouth until I had to grab her by the waist. I felt the edge of her bra beneath my fingers, the tense curve of her back, her firm ass under the skirt’s fabric. I lowered my hand and slipped it between her legs over her underwear. She was already hot and wet.

“He hasn’t even arrived and you’re already soaked.”

“Because you keep telling me the plan and it makes my pussy feel like a wound.”

The phrase hit me in the stomach. That was how she talked when she was truly horny: without adornment, without shame, almost cruelly. I pushed her onto the bed and knelt to kiss her stomach. I lifted her skirt, moved the thong aside, and gave her a long lick, from underneath up to her clitoris. She writhed, letting out a sharp moan.

“Don’t fuck with me like that before he gets here,” she said, throwing her head back.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to greet him with a good-girl face and a burning pussy.”

I pushed two fingers inside her. Her body responded instantly, closing and opening around my hand. I sucked her clitoris calmly, enjoying the way she grew wetter, the way her thighs squeezed my wrist. But I didn’t let her come. I pulled my fingers out, stood up, and left her panting, furious, and gleaming with arousal.

“Asshole.”

“So you’ll enjoy it more.”

“No. So you’ll enjoy it more.”

She was right.

***

Darío arrived on time, with a bottle of wine, a nervous look, and the manners of a man who didn’t know whether to give two kisses or ask permission to breathe. Nora didn’t let him choose. She opened the door wearing her dress, the same bra outlining her breasts beneath it, and instead of offering him her cheek, she cupped his face and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn’t a greeting. It was a warning.

I was a few steps away, watching my business partner take half a second to react and another half second to surrender. The bottle was awkwardly trapped between his hand and the doorframe while he tried to kiss her cautiously. Nora bit his lip.

“Come in already.”

He stepped inside, looked at me, and almost apologized with his eyes. I had to hold back a laugh.

“Relax,” I told him. “You’re not stealing anything.”

“I wasn’t thinking…”

“I know what you were thinking,” Nora cut in. “Come to the kitchen.”

We ate little and drank more. We talked about work, about the trip I had planned for the following week, about an absurd meeting with some unbearable clients. Everything was normal on the outside and completely unreal inside. Darío couldn’t stop looking at my wife’s legs whenever she crossed and uncrossed them. I saw him. So did she. Sometimes she did it deliberately, opening them just enough to reveal the shadow of lace.

“Are you going to keep pretending all night?” she asked him, leaning against the counter.

“I’m not pretending.”

“Then stop looking as if I’m going to throw you out for saying you want to fuck me.”

Darío swallowed. I finished my wine.

“I want to fuck you,” he finally blurted, his voice raspier than usual.

Nora smiled slowly. Then she looked at me.

“See? It wasn’t so difficult.”

I stood up and collected the glasses, more to keep my hands busy than for any other reason. My cock had been throbbing inside my trousers since he’d crossed the threshold.

“I’m going out for a while,” I said, though even I didn’t quite believe it.

“No,” she replied.

Silence.

Darío looked at both of us, tense.

“If you’d rather I leave, I’ll go right now.”

“No one said that,” I replied.

“Then stay,” Nora said. “Both of you.”

She got down from the counter, walked over to Darío, and loosened his tie. Slowly. With obscene calm. He watched her as if he didn’t know whether to touch her or kneel. She undid the first button of his shirt, then the second. She slipped her hand inside and ran it over his chest.

“I want you to stop thinking so much.”

“I’m trying.”

“No. I want you to touch me.”

She took his wrist and placed his hand on one of her breasts. Darío squeezed carefully at first, too focused on doing it right. Nora shook her head.

“Not like that. Touch me the way you’ve imagined.”

That broke him. I saw something come loose inside him. His hand stopped trembling and filled her breast hungrily, squeezing the bra, rubbing her nipple through the fabric. Nora closed her eyes for a second. Then he kissed her, no longer polite, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and holding the back of her neck. My wife opened his shirt all the way and pressed herself against his body.

I was still there. They knew it. And that awareness made everything more brutal.

“Kiss me too,” she said, turning her head toward me without pulling away from him.

I went to them and grabbed her waist. I kissed her while Darío kissed her neck. My hands rose along her sides to her breasts, and for a moment we were both touching her at the same time. Nora moaned against my mouth. I felt Darío shudder when he noticed my hands over his, sharing my wife’s body.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

“That’s it,” Nora said. “I want to hear you.”

I lowered the zipper of her dress and it fell to the floor. Beneath it she wore only the black bra and matching thong. Darío took a step back to look at her fully and froze. My wife was one of those women who didn’t ask for attention: she dragged it out of you. Tall, strong, with her pussy hidden behind a scrap of fabric and her breasts taut beneath the lace, she looked made to drive anyone insane.

“Take it off,” she told me, pointing at Darío.

I unbuttoned his shirt while she opened his belt. The air in the kitchen grew thick. Within seconds, all three of us were half naked and breathing harder than normal. Nora knelt in front of him without taking her eyes off mine. She lowered his zipper and slipped her hand inside his underwear. Darío’s cock sprang out hard and thick, bigger than I’d expected. She smiled.

“No wonder you couldn’t think.”

She spat on the tip and began stroking him slowly. Darío let out an embarrassed moan that turned into something much dirtier when she opened her mouth and swallowed him as far as she could. His head disappeared between her wet red lips. Nora knew how to suck cock like few women did: unhurried, without putting on a show, using her tongue where it was needed and her throat when she wanted to drive the other man crazy.

I leaned against the counter, hypnotized. My cock already hurt. Darío looked at me once, as if apologizing again for existing. I held his gaze.

“Enjoy it,” I told him.

That was enough. Nora moved her head up and down while milking him with her hand. He grabbed her hair, timidly at first and then with need. My wife let him guide her, allowing him to fuck her mouth with a submission that had always driven me crazy. Her mascara was slightly smudged, her cheeks flushed, and her throat made wet sounds as it swallowed him whole.

I came up behind her and pulled down her thong. Her pussy was open, shiny, sticky. I spread her lips with two fingers and watched her tremble with desire. I began stroking her clitoris while she kept sucking. She moaned with her mouth full, vibrating around my partner’s cock.

“Look at her,” I told Darío. “Look at how she is.”

He lowered his gaze and nearly came instantly. Nora had to pull away for a moment to let him breathe. Strings of saliva ran down her chin.

“Don’t come yet,” she ordered.

I lifted her off the floor and sat her on the counter. I spread her legs. Darío stood between them, still not touching her. Nora slipped two fingers into her pussy and showed him how wet they came out.

“You’re doing this to me,” she said. “Now come and eat it.”

Darío obeyed so quickly it almost made me smile. He knelt and buried his face between her thighs. At the first lick, Nora grabbed my shoulders and let out a long moan. He licked hungrily, more disorganized than technical, but my wife was so aroused that any contact set her alight. I unclasped her bra behind her back and freed her breasts. I sucked one nipple while watching my business partner devour her pussy.

“Like that,” she panted. “Fuck, like that.”

Darío spread her with his fingers and pushed his tongue inside as far as he could. His beard scraped the inner skin of her thighs, and that seemed to drive her even crazier. I pinched her nipples, licked them, bit them just enough. Nora alternated between my name and his, shamelessly, without choosing.

“Finger me,” she told him.

Darío pushed two fingers inside her. Nora arched her back.

“More.”

He pushed in three, clumsy but strong. She began fucking his fingers, moving her hips over his hand. The sound of saliva and fingers entering her pussy was obscene in the silent kitchen.

“I’m going to come,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

I knew she was telling the truth by the way her abdomen tightened. Darío noticed too and intensified his tongue against her clitoris. Nora came with a violent spasm, closing her legs around his head and squeezing my arm with her nails. She screamed low and hoarsely, as if the orgasm were coming from deep inside her belly. Darío kept licking until she was left trembling.

When he raised his face, it was drenched.

“Now I like you better with your hair messed up,” Nora said, still panting.

She grabbed him by the nape and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth. Then she looked at me.

“Take off your pants.”

I did it without arguing. She climbed down from the counter and led us into the living room. There was something ceremonial about the way she moved us, about how she arranged the scene according to her desire. She lay down on the couch, legs spread, one breast out of the bra and the other halfway out. She touched her clitoris while looking at us.

“One on each side. I want both mouths.”

We knelt almost at the same time. I went to her neck and breasts. Darío returned to her pussy. Nora came undone between us, distributing caresses, guiding us. She took my cock and began jerking me off while he ate her. I nearly came just from watching that, but held on through sheer willpower.

“Don’t come, asshole,” she murmured in my ear. “I want to see you inside me while he watches.”

That finally shattered my mind.

I put her on all fours on the couch. Her ass opened perfectly before us. Darío stared at it like a starving man before a dish he didn’t dare touch. I grabbed her hips and spat on her pussy before rubbing my tip over her swollen lips.

“Look at me,” I told my partner.

I entered slowly, but she was so wet that half my cock sank in at once. Nora let out a filthy moan, her face buried in the back of the couch.

“Fuck… yes…”

I pushed all the way in and stayed there for a second, enjoying the way she squeezed me. Then I began fucking her for real. Not gently. Not romantically. Dry thrusts, growing harder, spreading her ass with my hands. The sound of my balls slapping against her pussy filled the living room.

Darío kept watching, hypnotized, his cock hard and his chest rising and falling.

“Touch yourself,” Nora ordered without stopping her moans.

He obeyed. He grabbed himself and began masturbating while watching me drive my cock into my wife. The spectacle made me rougher. I pulled Nora’s hair, arched her back, and fucked her even harder.

“Is this how you wanted to see her?” I asked Darío. “Like this?”

“Yes,” he answered, almost voiceless.

“Say it properly.”

“Yes, fuck. Like this. I wanted to see her like this.”

Nora turned her face, mouth open and eyes wet.

“Come here,” she told him.

Darío came closer and she sucked his tongue while I kept thrusting into her pussy. He grabbed one of her breasts, then her throat, barely resting his hand there. The gesture was enough to make my wife shudder.

“Harder,” she asked him.

Darío squeezed a little. I felt her pussy clench tighter around me.

“You like being held,” he murmured, surprised by his own voice.

“I like it when you’re not such a coward.”

That made him grow bolder. He gripped her neck firmly and kissed her while I fucked her. Nora let him, panting, aroused by that mixture of submission and control that turned her on so much. Darío’s hand slid down her belly and found her clitoris.

“Like that, goddammit,” she moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I was already at the limit, but held back when I felt her tense again. Darío rubbed her clitoris precisely now, learning quickly, while I kept up the rhythm until the couch creaked beneath us. Nora came again with a wild shudder, squeezing so tightly she nearly made me come. She screamed our names together.

I pulled out just in time and came over the curve of her ass and lower back, letting out a hoarse groan. Semen ran down her skin. Darío looked at the image and lost control. He jerked himself twice more and came over the rug and his own hand, cursing under his breath.

For a few seconds, the only sound was our breathing.

***

It could have ended there. In fact, any sensible person would have left things at that point: two exhausted men, a satisfied woman, and a boundary still recognizable between kink and disaster. But Nora has never been a sensible woman when she’s horny, and I’m even less lucid when I see her like that.

She sat up slowly, semen sliding down her back, and went straight to the bathroom. She returned with a towel, wiped herself halfheartedly, and sat down on the couch again, naked and relaxed, with that look of quiet hunger that only remains after a good orgasm.

Darío was red, embarrassed, and fascinated all at once.

“I’m sorry,” he said, because he seemed not to know how to say anything else.

Nora burst out laughing.

“See? Apologizing again. You came watching my husband fuck me. You haven’t killed anyone.”

I went to pour myself a whiskey. I tossed it back and felt that I was still half-hard. My wife noticed.

“You haven’t emptied yourself completely.”

“Maybe not.”

“Neither has he.”

Darío’s head snapped up.

“Nora…”

“What?”

“I don’t know if…”

“Of course you know. You just don’t know whether you can say it.”

She left him silent. She spread her legs slowly, showing him her still-swollen, glistening pussy.

“Come here.”

Darío approached as if walking toward something sacred and dangerous at the same time. Nora took his hand and led it between her legs. He touched her again, this time more confidently. I remained standing, watching, feeling the kink climb up my spine all over again.

“Now I want to see you inside me,” she told him.

“I don’t know if I should.”

“If you say ‘should’ one more time, I’ll throw you out.”

I intervened then.

“Fuck her.”

Darío looked at me. He needed to hear it from me, as if my permission could remove the last weight from his shoulders. I nodded.

“Fuck her and stop thinking.”

Nora lay on her back and raised her legs. Darío positioned himself between her thighs, rubbed his cock over my wife’s pussy, and moaned when he felt her wet again. He entered slowly, trembling. She closed her eyes and let out her breath gradually.

“That’s it… more…”

When he buried himself completely, Darío swore. I watched his tense back, his hands gripping my wife’s thighs, the almost disbelieving expression on his face at finally being inside her. He began moving awkwardly at first, then with genuine hunger. Nora received him with her body open, guiding him with her hips.

I moved close to her head. She grabbed my cock and began sucking me while Darío fucked her. That image was enough to make me fully hard again: my wife eagerly sucking me while another man pounded her pussy. We could hear the wet slap of penetration and the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Fuck, Nora…” he stammered.

She released my cock just long enough to speak.

“Don’t talk to me as if you’re about to faint. Fuck me.”

He did. He increased the pace, burying himself more violently and drawing short moans from her. I held her chin and put myself back in her mouth. She sucked me without missing a detail of Darío’s face. Sometimes control shone more brightly in her than desire.

The situation finally spilled over when she took my hand and brought it to her ass. She didn’t need to say anything. I spat on her entrance and began rubbing a finger around it. Nora tensed and moaned around my cock. Darío looked at her, instantly understanding what was happening, and that sight nearly made him come.

“Don’t come yet,” I told him this time.

I pushed a finger into my wife’s ass while he kept fucking her. Nora’s body convulsed. She loved that combination, her pussy full and her ass invaded just enough to drive her crazy. I pushed in a second finger. She pulled away from my cock to gasp.

“Yes… yes… like that…”

Darío was already lost. It showed in his jaw, in the trembling of his thighs. Nora noticed too and ordered him:

“Come inside me.”

He froze for a fraction of a second.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, fuck. Inside.”

That was enough. Darío thrust to the hilt and came with a hoarse groan, spilling inside her while he kept moving his hips out of sheer inertia. Nora squeezed her eyes shut, enjoying the warmth of his orgasm. I pulled my fingers from her ass and she, still panting, brought my hand to her mouth and sucked them clean.

The scene was so obscene and so intimate at the same time that it left me speechless.

***

Afterward, we stayed there for a while without moving much. Darío dropped to the floor beside the couch. Nora rested her head on my thigh. I stroked her hair and looked at the man who had just fucked my wife in my living room. He no longer seemed like a business partner. Nor a stranger. He seemed like a man who had just been shown through a door he would not emerge from unharmed.

“This complicates things,” he finally said.

“Of course,” I replied.

“A lot.”

Nora smiled without opening her eyes.

“Only if tomorrow you go back to pretending you don’t desire me.”

Darío drew a deep breath.

“That won’t be possible anymore.”

I continued stroking my wife’s hair while noticing the smell of sex still hanging in the air: saliva, sweat, open pussy, orgasms drying on skin and on the fabric of the couch. Outside, the city continued with its indifferent noise. Inside, however, something had shifted forever.

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t just vice. It was worse and better at the same time.

It was knowing that, from that night on, the three of us would look at one another differently.

And that none of us would want to go back.