The Trap I Set for My Husband’s Best Friend

As the water ran down my skin, I tried to sharpen my strategy. Having my husband and his best friend waiting for me in the living room made me nervous. Nervous and aroused in equal measure.

The soap did its work, leaving me clean and ready. I dragged the sponge slowly, deliberately, over every inch of myself. I needed to feel more impeccable than ever.

How would I do it? How would I create the situation I had fantasized about so many times? Two men all to myself, in my own home.

Adrián and I had talked about it many times. Everyone has their fetishes, their hidden desires, and for years we had had a silent pact: to fulfill each other’s fantasies. This time it was my turn.

It hadn’t been an easy choice. His old friendship with Tomás could suffer for it, or maybe grow even stronger. It was a risky bet, but Adrián knew perfectly well that his friend had always looked at me differently. And I had never hidden how much I wanted him.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a big, soft towel. I dried my hair without rushing. A moisturizing cream would leave my skin soft and sweet to the touch. A touch of perfume in the right places. Some makeup, not much, just enough to bring out my eyes and lips.

I came out of the bathroom covered only by the towel. I crossed in front of them on my way to the bedroom, leaving my thighs exposed almost up to the crease of my ass.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tomás’s eyes nearly cross as he looked at me. My husband smiled at my boldness.

Adrián got up on the excuse of looking for an ashtray. He passed by my side, kissed my neck in a way that was more caress than kiss, and gave the towel a soft slap. I complained between laughs and kept going.

***

The most provocative thong I owned fit me like a dream. Garnet red, barely two strands that disappeared between my folds. I felt shamelessly desirable.

A matching bra under the most low-cut blouse in my wardrobe. My breasts spilled over the fabric, hungry for attention. A short skirt, not too short, just enough to let the imagination run wild without seeming vulgar.

I looked at myself in the mirror from head to toe. You’re to die for, I told myself, and I believed it.

I went back to the living room thirsty for a good glass of wine. I was a little nervous and needed to calm down.

Tomás’s gaze hit me again from the sofa. I felt desired. Very desired.

Adrián brought me the glass while he ran his eyes over me. Anyone would have said he had never seen me before. With him it was always like that, always hot, always ready.

I sat in the armchair, right in front of them. Legs crossed neatly, thighs on display for a Tomás who didn’t know where to look.

The conversation was pleasant, but I couldn’t get the idea of having both of them at once out of my head.

With the excuse of reaching for something from a plate, I leaned over and made the weight of my breasts obvious to those eyes. A fake cough and a shift in posture were all Tomás managed in response.

Adrián winked at me, mischievous. Something like “keep it up.” He didn’t have to tell me twice.

The olive disappeared between my lips in the most obscene way I could manage. I know exactly how to turn a man on. My eyes challenged Tomás without the slightest modesty.

***

I opened my legs a little more, showing more than my thighs. He shifted again on the sofa, stifling my laughter.

Adrián left the room on the excuse of bringing more snacks. He left his friend at my mercy. I licked my lips just thinking about it.

One long sip from my glass and I looked without the slightest attempt at subtlety at his crotch. No, it wasn’t an illusion: there was a bulge there. A very obvious bulge.

He blushed when he realized what I was looking at and crossed his legs in an awkward gesture. Inside, I was dying of laughter. This was going so easily.

Adrián came in just as I was getting up to sit beside our guest. He said nothing. He set a plate of ham down on the coffee table, finished off his nearly empty glass, and topped up all three before sitting back down.

My thigh brushed Tomás’s. The conversation turned playful, nervous on his part, though he tried to hide it. His erection, on the other hand, was impossible to conceal.

Little by little, the talk drifted into hotter territory. Adrián spoke without shame about how much we enjoyed sex, and even bragged about that night he made me come more than ten times. That night, I admit, I ended up completely wrecked.

Tomás didn’t know what to say. My thigh rubbed against his while I tipped my head back to eat some ham, pushing my breasts forward as if they wanted to burst through the blouse.

—Sweetheart, don’t be so provocative. You’re going to make me hard —Adrián laughed at his own joke.

I looked him in the eye, stood up, and went over to him. I kissed him hard, sliding my tongue all the way in, lifting one leg to rub it against his bulge.

Adrián watched me in amazement. Maybe Tomás was thinking of leaving. I couldn’t let him get away.

—Have you gotten hard too, Tomás? —I said, planting myself in front of him, my pussy right at face level.

He stammered something and made a move to get up. I put my hands on his shoulders to stop him.

—Where are you going? Does it bother you that I’m affectionate with my husband, or with you?

I saw him flustered, not knowing what to answer. He felt out of place. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. The gesture gave Adrián the chance to see right under my skirt, which rose just enough.

Tomás didn’t answer. He pulled back, a question fixed in his eyes, aimed at Adrián. My husband raised his glass.

—Take advantage, man. She really wants you —he said.

***

With flushed cheeks, Tomás looked at me again. This time he felt trapped. He didn’t know how to react, and I decided not to give him time to think.

I opened my blouse and my breasts ended up pointed right at his face. I swear his eyes crossed again. I sat astride his legs and kissed him once more, but now for real. His mouth opened and our tongues sought each other out.

I took his hands and placed them on my ass. He needed to know what he was up against.

His eyes searched Adrián’s face with an unanswered question. My husband just smiled and toasted him.

That seemed to encourage him, and now, yes, his hands squeezed my ass deliberately. My skirt was hiked up very high and it didn’t take any effort for him to find my skin. He was groping me in front of my husband. Nervous, but he was doing it.

I opened his shirt with trembling hands. I wasn’t entirely sure of myself, despite the fantasy. Adrián’s presence somehow calmed me.

Soon his torso was naked. Then came the pants. I needed to know what he was hiding down there.

I unbuckled the belt, undid the button, pulled down the zipper. The sound of the metal and the heat that reached my hand were soaking my thong.

On my knees in front of him, I dropped his clothes to the floor. The boy wasn’t lacking in the slightest. Not at all.

Red-faced, he didn’t dare look at his friend. He let himself be caressed without saying a word. He only closed his eyes when I took him in my mouth and covered him in warm saliva. A moan escaped him.

Adrián was still watching. By then I could imagine how turned on he was. Though he never admitted it, I always knew he’d like seeing what he was seeing now: his wife sucking a cock that wasn’t his.

***

I lifted my ass to give them a good view. I know how much he likes it. Enjoy it, my love, once more.

The hardness I felt between my lips began to throb at the same time as a hand traced my ass cheeks. Adrián couldn’t ignore the invitation. He yanked my skirt up to my waist and set about groping me, every now and then sinking his fingers between my folds. Before long he bit me so hard it almost made me scream. Impossible, with that meat filling my mouth.

His tongue came next, soothing the area with wet, knowing flicks.

By then I was completely soaked. I was dying for either of them to fuck me.

A hand pulled my hair. Adrián was demanding my attention. He thrust into my mouth, leaving me breathless while I brought another glass toward Tomás, who was staring in disbelief.

He took it with a surprised expression. He drank while watching me greedily lick my best friend’s cock.

I nearly gagged when Adrián brushed my throat. His eyes watched me from above in a strange way. It wasn’t disapproval. It was something else.

He pulled out to shove me back against his friend, returning to the same place he had been minutes before. He seemed to enjoy seeing me subdued. No wonder: he always had something dominant about him.

I swallowed that hard flesh as best I could while he tore at my clothes with hurried hands. The blouse, the bra, the skirt. He only left my thong in place.

—Stand up —he ordered—. We want to see you properly. Don’t we, Tomás?

He didn’t wait for an answer. Pulling at my arms, he left me practically naked in front of them.

***

He sat on the sofa beside his friend. Both cocks pointed at the ceiling while their owners devoured me with their eyes.

I stroked my breasts in front of them, pinching my nipples for their pleasure and mine. I swayed, shameless, excited by being watched.

I turned around and let my ass sway in front of them. I bent just enough so they could appreciate it, spreading my ass cheeks with my own hands.

I could feel my clit pounding in my temples. I know perfectly well what I provoke when I’m dressed; imagine me naked and hot in front of those two.

I straightened, opened my legs, and showed my pussy, barely covered by that garnet thread that was already darkening with my fluids. Without moving it away, I slid my hand in from above, covering what they might see, leaving the rest to their imagination.

I touched myself obscenely, slowly, erotically. Then I bit my lips after running my tongue over them. I had to drive them to the edge of collapse. And I was succeeding.

I dropped to my knees between the two of them. I took those cocks in my hands. I stroked them slowly before swallowing them one after the other.

Feeling two cocks at my disposal made me feel powerful. Obscenely powerful. Ravenously horny.

Both tried to thrust farther past my throat. That’s how aroused they were. They almost lost control with each of my strokes.

***

When I got tired, I stood up. I pulled Adrián until he was beside me. With the boldest look I could manage, I sat down on that unfamiliar cock, sinking it into my body all the way.

I held my husband by the hips and took him in until I felt him almost at the nape of my neck. I felt greedier than ever.

I rode him up and down while I licked that all-too-familiar flesh. One set of hands clutched my breasts; others pushed me against those lips.

I was dying with pleasure. At last I was fulfilling my fantasy.

I stayed impaled there until I noticed Tomás was about to come. Not a chance, not yet.

I got up, leaving him exposed, and dragged both of them into the bedroom. I pushed them onto the bed, on their backs. I wanted to devour them slowly.

***

I took off the useless thong and crawled up onto the bed. Now I was in charge.

I licked their nipples, their chests, their cocks, everything. I needed to feast on their taste. They let me do whatever I wanted.

I sat on Tomás’s face while I watched my husband masturbate. Without saying a word, he encouraged me with his eyes.

Tomás knew how to use his tongue. I didn’t give him many options either: he licked, or he licked.

I told Adrián that my backside wanted attention too. He didn’t need to be asked twice. He spread my ass cheeks until my asshole was exposed, a few inches from his friend, who was still hard at work.

Two tongues for me, each in a different place, making me scream like a cat in heat. Their saliva mingled down there. I think at some point they brushed against each other, in the middle of all that heat.

Seated there, my hips never stopped moving from side to side. I was in heaven. I had never felt anything like it.

One hand on each head, pushing them so they wouldn’t stop licking. I could feel my belly twisting with pure pleasure.

I came clinging to the headboard, moaning and trembling, soaking those two faces.

***

They didn’t give me a break. My husband’s cock drove between my ass cheeks while Tomás did the same in my cunt. I felt filled with more flesh than I thought I could take.

Hands on my hips marked the rhythm as they fucked me without mercy, ignoring my pleas for them to ease up. There was no way.

My breasts were complaining from the bites. My nipples hurt like hell. From dominant I had become dominated. And how.

After a while they changed positions. Tomás wanted to fuck me from behind and my husband gladly gave up the spot, taking the free place himself.

Once again I cried out when I felt that flesh burning inside me, reaching places I hadn’t suspected existed, leaving me empty every time it pulled back only to slam in to the hilt again.

I lost count of how many times I came. There was no stopping those waves. One, two, three, a thousand times they ran through me in shocks from my temples to my guts. I felt myself dying with each orgasm, held up by strong arms that kept me from falling or stopping.

I went black in an ecstasy it took me a while to come back from, no matter how hard they tried. My body had reached its limit, leaving them aroused but satisfied to see me like that, convulsing and wrecked.

***

Perhaps understanding they should stop, they lay down beside me, wrapping their arms around me and letting me catch my breath.

I don’t know how much time passed. The smoke from a few cigarettes stopped hanging in the air when I finally put myself back together.

In a way I felt sorry seeing them like that, naked and still hard, but considerate of my condition.

I took both cocks in my hands and started stroking them both at once, slowly, patiently. I still had reserve energy for the two of them.

I kissed their necks, licked their mouths. On my knees between them, I looked at them the way a child looks at a cake.

My body reacted again as I heard them moan.

I tugged both of them closer until their cocks touched, just enough for me to taste them at the same time. Getting both into my mouth together was impossible, so I settled for running my tongue over both glans. I tasted the pre-cum with every pass. They both enjoyed it.

I licked until my tongue went numb and my pussy was wet again. It was time for another round.

***

Seated on my husband’s hot cock, I encouraged Tomás to take me standing with his mouth.

I settled myself until I felt that familiar glans brushing inside me while I swallowed Tomás’s novelty.

Riding my husband wasn’t anything new, but feeling a stranger’s cock in my mouth at the same time beat everything.

I floated between new sensations. My head could barely accept the reality I was living.

I went up and down as if riding a carousel horse, squeezing those hard ass cheeks with my hands, bobbing my head to the rhythm of the orgy.

Adrián lifted his hips, thrusting into me hard, until he wanted to change. He pulled out of my pussy and invaded my ass, tearing a cry from me as my skin prickled. Again I felt he was going to come undone on me. I had to stop.

I let him enjoy himself for a while before asking to switch. I wanted to feel Tomás right back there. His cock was a little smaller than Adrián’s and didn’t hurt as much. Quite the opposite.

With a little gel, he sank into my ass, already raided so many times.

Lying back against his chest, I begged Adrián to penetrate me too. I couldn’t let the opportunity slip.

That’s how they kept fucking me until I felt their semen burst inside me, screaming from pure pleasure, filling the room with obscene sounds.

The semen spilled out of me when they both pulled away. It smelled like sex, like sweat, like the air in a place where passions had run wild.

***

A few more cigarettes and calm returned for a good while.

Between Adrián and me, we explained to the still-confused Tomás how we had ended up there. How we had decided it would be him and not someone else. We apologized for the ambush, though it’s not like he hadn’t liked it. Quite the opposite. But at least we could have warned him.

He laughed at the joke while trapping one of my nipples between his lips, ready to keep playing all night.

Adrián was smiling, satisfied. Next time it would be his turn, and he was already hatching something.