The Threesome with My Friend Who Didn’t Know We Were Open-Minded

This happened a few years ago, in the summer, and I’m telling it exactly as I remember it. Lucía and I have been together for almost twenty years. We don’t have children, we live alone, and that gives us a freedom not everyone has: most of our adventures happen in our own home, with no nosy neighbors and no surprises at the door.

We’ve been in the liberal scene for more than a decade. We started little by little, like almost everyone, with the odd threesome in a club in the city, and over time we kept raising the stakes. What I like most isn’t being with another woman myself, but watching her. Seeing Lucía enjoy another man, or several, turns me on in a way I can’t really explain. I’m a willing voyeur and I’m not at all ashamed to admit it.

Today’s story, however, is none of those club nights. It’s a regular threesome at home, with one key difference: we did it with a friend of mine who had no idea that we lived this way.

***

Before I met Lucía, I had lived abroad for a few years, in Ireland. There I got married, separated, and came back. From that stage I kept a few friends I stayed in touch with online. One of them, Connor, was the one I talked to most. One afternoon he wrote to say he’d just split from his girlfriend, had moved, and needed a change of scenery.

Since we had a guest room, I didn’t think twice.

—Why don’t you come for a few days and switch off? —I suggested.

He accepted. I was pleased, because even though we talked every week, we hadn’t seen each other in person for years. When he arrived, we showed him the city and the surrounding area. Connor was an ordinary guy: neither handsome nor ugly, about my height, slim, very pale, short black hair, polite, calm. He photographed everything like any tourist. And one key detail: he didn’t speak a word of Spanish, and Lucía could barely manage a few words of English. The household translator was always me.

On Sunday there was a street market in the center and we’d arranged to take him. But that morning I couldn’t be bothered, and in the end the two of them went alone. While I fiddled around on the computer, Lucía sent me photos of the stalls and the tapas they were trying. From what I could tell, they were managing fine with gestures and the four words she knew.

When they came back, she told me privately that Connor had been great, that he was charming and that she’d laughed a lot. Right then the idea flashed through my head: we should have a threesome with him.

I told Lucía and at first she was taken aback. Up to then, all our experiences had been with strangers. We’d never actually discussed it, but it was some kind of unspoken rule: no friends, no acquaintances. Only people from the internet or the clubs.

—But he’s a friend of yours from way back —she said.

—I don’t care. If it doesn’t bother you, we’ll put it to him and see what he says.

—Okay —she replied, laughing—. I don’t think he’ll say no.

***

After lunch, Connor and I sat down to watch a movie on the sofa while Lucía went into one of the bedrooms. I kept turning over how to bring up the subject without scaring him off. I had to be subtle, as if by chance, because if he reacted badly it could ruin the rest of his stay.

I took out my phone and pretended I’d just received a message. I found one of those videos that gets passed around among friends and put on one where a girl was with two guys at once.

—Look what someone sent me —I said.

—Oh, that’s pretty hot —he replied.

—Everybody watches stuff like this.

—Yeah, everybody.

I studied his face to see if he was embarrassed or into it. Nothing. Total poker face. A while later I showed him another, a similar threesome, and after the usual “they’re having such a good time,” I let it drop:

—My wife really likes this stuff.

—The videos? —he asked.

—Yeah. And doing what they’re doing in the video —I said, with a nervous laugh.

—Oh… nice —he answered, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him.

He’s ridiculously embarrassed, I thought. I decided not to push any further so as not to ruin things. When the movie ended, I suggested we go downstairs to the bar terrace for a drink. I let Lucía know, and while she got ready I told her how things were going.

—You need to step it up if you want anything to happen today —she told me, and she clearly was getting impatient.

At the bar, she and I kept exchanging looks. We both knew exactly what we were thinking. Every so often I made some dirty remark about threesomes, about women who could knock several men flat at once. I didn’t really find the right opening, but just imagining it had us both tense with anticipation. We were nervous and horny in equal measure.

***

Back home, Lucía decided to go for it. She told me she was going to pretend to be looking for something in the guest room closet so that I could grope her from behind in front of Connor. I went in under the pretense of asking what she wanted for dinner. He was tidying his things in his suitcase, so I sat on the bed and started chatting.

After a bit she appeared carrying some folded towels, very busy, very nervous. She put them in the closet and pretended to look for something inside. She was wearing loungewear: short shorts that left her legs bare and a loose light-colored T-shirt with very short sleeves, her bra showing every time she lifted her arms.

I waited for the moment. When she bent into the closet, head buried among the clothes, I pinched her ass while imitating a horn and laughed.

—Hey, cut it out! —she protested, not moving.

I knew she wasn’t looking for anything. I pinched her again, horn sound and all, hoping to make Connor laugh too.

—Hey, leave me alone! —she repeated, but it was a “leave me alone, but keep going.” I know her too well.

Then I went all in and yanked her shorts down in one move, leaving both cheeks bare. She pulled them back up quickly, pretending to be offended. She wasn’t wearing panties. She had come ready. I glanced sideways at Connor: he’d seen everything. I put on a fake look of amazement and let out an exaggerated “wow!” He smiled, embarrassed, but it was obvious he was enjoying being there.

I got bolder. I moved behind Lucía and grabbed her breasts over the T-shirt.

—Sneaky thing, you’re wearing a bra! —I said in Spanish. Connor didn’t understand a thing.

—Cut it out, I’m looking for something! —she answered, playing along.

—Come on, don’t be shy, we’re at home and the poor guy still hasn’t seen anything —I said, laughing.

I pulled her T-shirt up.

—Go on, show us your tits, like at parties —I insisted, laughing to cover the nerves.

She smiled. As always when we’re horny, we were thinking with anything but our heads. I slid my hands under her shirt, looking for the bra. Connor was still frozen, stunned. I lifted the top all the way and left her breasts out, the bra badly shifted. She covered herself by instinct.

—Turn around —I asked her.

She turned, pretending to be annoyed.

—What do you want, pest?

I leaned in close to her ear.

—It’s time, baby. Let go; he doesn’t understand a word we’re saying.

I gently pushed her toward the bed and laid her down on her back. She didn’t resist. I lifted her shirt, moved the bra aside, and took one breast out. I bent down and kissed it, while with my other hand I uncovered the other. She looked at the ceiling, one hand on my head, laughing from nerves.

I looked at Connor, who was still like a statue.

—Look at this —I said, pointing at her.

He nodded without saying anything. I pulled Lucía’s shirt off completely and let the bra go. She was left in just her shorts, red-faced, nervous, but I knew her: she was already soaked and she knew she was about to have two men all to herself.

***

—Connor, give her a kiss there —I said, pointing to her breasts.

—What? —he replied, startled.

I had to insist. He was blocked, so I stopped for a second to explain the situation. I told him this wasn’t our first time, that we were an open-minded couple, that we liked group sex, that Lucía had found him charming and that was why we wanted to share this with him. I apologized for the rough setup with the videos and the ambush. Connor relaxed. The conversation cooled things down a bit, but the whole thing was so hot we were still fully into it.

I started kissing Lucía’s neck and told her to kiss Connor. She leaned in and he let her. When I saw them tongue-kissing, I almost came on the spot. While they kissed, I ran my hands over her back and breasts, and she started moaning.

—Take his hands and put them on you —I told her, to encourage him to touch her.

She guided his hands over her body. I took off my pants and told Connor to get undressed. He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a skinny, very white chest, and then his pants. There was a bulge in his briefs. He was hard.

—You undress her —I asked him, because I like watching another man take her clothes off.

He pulled down her shorts. The three of us naked now, we got into bed. We surrounded her. Lucía was in her element: what she loves most in the world is being between two men.

—Go crazy, baby —I told her.

She nodded with a smile that said everything.

***

I positioned myself to her left and kissed her, sliding my tongue where Connor’s had been a moment earlier. He moved in on the other side. Both cocks were pointed at her. Lucía reached out and took Connor’s for the first time. It was a normal cock, straight, neither big nor small, the kind that looks good.

She started stroking him while she took mine into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth, worked him with her tongue, alternated. Then she pulled away from me and turned to Connor. She took him in without hesitation. I remember that moment like a jolt: seeing my wife with another man’s cock in her mouth is one of the hottest things in the world to me.

She was jerking one off while licking the other. I watched the strings of saliva, the shine on their skin, and my mind started spinning thinking that saliva was from her, on another man. I put a hand on the back of her neck to encourage her to keep going. Connor was moaning softly, still shy, but clearly enjoying it.

And then I realized something: we didn’t have condoms. Lucía and I usually do it bare, and for threesomes we always buy a box the same day. It had slipped our minds. I didn’t say anything so as not to break the moment; I’d go to the bathroom later and look for some.

So Connor wouldn’t come too soon, Lucía lay down with her legs open and asked me to tell him, in English, to eat her pussy. Connor put his head between her thighs. I told him to use his fingers too.

—You read my mind —she murmured.

—I know what you like.

I took the chance to slip off to the bathroom. In the drawer where we keep the lube I found two condoms from some previous session. I came back with them in my hand like a trophy. I didn’t even want to think what would have happened without any.

Lucía was moaning louder and louder, both hands on Connor’s head. I left the condoms on the nightstand, climbed onto the bed on my knees at the height of her face, and she opened her mouth to take me. I started fucking her slowly, then faster, while he stayed between her legs. The scene did it for me: my wife sucking my cock while another man devoured her pussy.

***

I asked Lucía to get on all fours. Connor, who was a bit passive and had to be guided through everything, I told to lie underneath her for a sixty-nine. While she jerked him off and licked him, I caressed her ass, wet her with saliva and played with one finger. Then I bent down and licked her ass, circling it with my tongue, feeling Connor’s breathing right against mine.

I didn’t want him to come yet. I wanted to see him fuck her. So I asked him to put on a condom. I gave Lucía a couple of pats on the back.

—I want you to fuck her, baby.

She straightened up. I opened a condom with my mouth and handed it to him. Lucía stayed on all fours: him behind her, me in front. That spit-roast is one of her favorite positions.

—Fuck her —I told Connor, with a certain harshness—. Give it to her hard.

He nodded. He placed his cock at the entrance and Lucía guided it inside. He drove into her hard, without softness. She threw her head back and cried out.

—Aaaah!

It was a cry the neighbors must have heard for sure. I didn’t care. Connor started pumping in rhythm, like in porn movies. Lucía moved with him so he could get all the way inside, moaning nonstop. I stood there watching for a few seconds, like someone watching a porno where the star is his own wife.

The only shame is there aren’t more guys, I thought.

I moved in front of her and shoved my cock into her mouth just as roughly.

—Swallow it —I told her.

She was so lost in it she probably didn’t even hear me. She went back and forth to the rhythm of Connor’s thrusts from behind and mine in front. We were all moaning. The room smelled of sex, of sweat; you could hear the air conditioning, the bed creaking, bodies colliding.

—You love cocks, don’t you, baby? —I asked her.

—Yes! I want them all for myself! —she exclaimed between thrusts.

Connor sped up, panting.

—Come —I told him.

—I’m almost there, I’m almost there! —he shouted, and came, gradually slowing his pace—. Ugh…!

—Stay inside —I asked him.

I looked at Lucía, looking thoroughly fucked and breathing hard.

—Eat me, baby —I said, putting my cock in her mouth.

I started pumping, knowing I had nothing left. I put one hand under her jaw. She already knows what to do: close her lips properly and let me finish in her mouth. I came in her mouth in three spurts, the first one thick and heavy. She held it without swallowing while I kept moving, slower and slower, until I stopped.

—Don’t swallow it yet —I told her—. Show it to Connor.

I stroked her face. I told him to pull out carefully so he wouldn’t leave the condom inside, and told her to turn around and open her mouth. She opened it, and what we saw was a sight I would have liked to keep forever, if not for our rule of “no phones, no photos.” Nothing had spilled out.

—Swallow it —I told her.

She closed her mouth and swallowed it all. I kissed her tenderly, one hand on her cheek.

—I love you, baby.

—And I love you.

—Give Connor a kiss to thank him?

—Yes.

They kissed softly, no tongue now. A little moment of calm after the storm.

***

We rested, made some dinner, and since we had the whole night, we went at it again. In the second round Connor came again, also with a condom. We did almost everything. Honestly, we had a fantastic time, as always when we invite someone over. I loved seeing him kiss her, the two of us caressing her at once, running our hands over her body together.

Connor went back to his country a few days later. In bed he seemed a bit dull and inexperienced to me; I had to guide him through almost everything. But it was another experience, and a good one.

Next time we want it to be a gangbang. We like those even more than threesomes. I love seeing her with several men at once, and she loves having them at her disposal. I’ve even fantasized about staying outside the room, listening, knowing that inside there are five or six guys enjoying my wife without my taking part, and then kissing her afterward. I’m a willing cuckold, what can I say. When we do it, I promise I’ll tell you about it. We’re certainly not short on desire.