What My Wife Asked Me for Her Birthday

It was on a Friday night, two weeks before her birthday, when Lucía let the idea slip to me. We were in bed, she still breathing hard after a long session, my semen still dripping down her thigh and the red marks from my fingers on her hips, and I was stroking her back while staring at the ceiling.

—Sebas… I want something different this year —she murmured.

—Dinner, a trip, a party?

—None of that. I want something of ours. Something forbidden. Like when we first started playing, but more… group. A few. Chosen by you. And I’m the prize.

I felt my pulse hammering in my neck. I turned to look her in the eyes.

—Are you asking me to auction you off?

She smiled with that new smile she’d developed over the last year, a mix of shame and shamelessness.

—A casino night. Elegant. Have favors wagered for me. Let them know I’m yours, but that that night you share me. That they fuck me in front of you, Sebas. One after another. And that you watch how my cunt gets filled with other men.

I kissed her hard, my head already boiling and my cock hardening again against her hip. The next day I opened a private chat on my phone: “Lucía’s Celebration.” I started writing to, one by one, the people I considered completely trustworthy.

Gonzalo, the dean of the faculty, who had been looking at her for years at meetings and who had already had his way with her at an old conference out of town. Bruna and Damián, the couple of friends with whom we had crossed more than one line on previous trips; he enjoyed watching as much as she enjoyed being watched. Tomás, the literature professor with whom Lucía had taken a private course that ended up being less than academic. And Nicolás, my nephew, twenty-two and with his eyes always glued to his aunt since he turned legal age, who for some time had been one of her favorite secrets.

Six plus her. Two original couples, three single men, and my birthday girl. Gonzalo offered his country house: heated pool, three bedrooms, a large lounge, and the privacy of being forty minutes from the nearest town. We agreed on the following Saturday.

***

We arrived at dusk. Lucía was wearing a red dress with a slit up to her thigh and her hair gathered into a low bun. Underneath, she had shown me in the car by hiking the fabric up to her waist, she wasn’t wearing anything: shaved cunt, already shining with moisture before getting out. Bruna appeared in tight black, back bare, on the arm of a Damián who already looked nervous and smiling. The three single men were waiting with glasses in hand.

Gonzalo had set up a blackjack table and a small homemade roulette wheel in the center of the lounge. He handed out colored chips.

—The rules are simple —he explained in that deep voice of someone used to giving orders—. Each chip is worth a favor. The ladies decide how far each favor goes. Blackjack, poker, roulette. At the end of the night, whoever has the most chips gets some time with Lucía in the master bedroom. But always with her permission. Always.

Lucía raised her glass and looked at us with narrowed eyes.

—No wimps, huh. If I’m going to be the prize, I want to earn it for real. And I want to end the night with my cunt wrecked.

The first hand was won by Nicolás. He glanced at me sideways, asking for silent permission. I nodded.

—Auntie… sit on my lap and give me a long kiss.

Lucía approached slowly, her heels clicking on the wooden floor, and straddled my nephew. She drove her tongue into his mouth while he stroked her thighs beneath the slit of the dress. I watched Nicolás’s hand climb centimeter by centimeter until it found the bare skin between her legs, and how his eyes widened when he discovered his aunt wasn’t wearing panties. He shoved two fingers in at once. Lucía moaned into his mouth, pushed her hips forward, and started riding his fingers while Nicolás bit her lower lip. When she stood up, my nephew’s fingers were shining and he sucked them one by one without taking his eyes off her. Bruna let out a nervous little laugh and took a long gulp of champagne.

Tomás won the next round and chose Bruna.

—Take off your dress. Slowly. I want to see you in lingerie.

Bruna stood, put on some music, and lowered the fabric until she was left in a tiny black set that barely covered her dark nipples and split her ass in two. Damián watched her from the armchair, his hand gripping his glass and his eyes bright and a stain growing in his trousers. He didn’t say a word for the whole round.

Gonzalo won poker. He called Lucía to him with a finger.

—Kneel.

She obeyed without thinking. He unbuckled his belt, pulled his trousers down to his knees, and took out a thick cock, already half hard, veins standing out. She looked up, held the base with her right hand, and took the whole thing into her mouth in one swallow. Gonzalo growled, threw his head back. She started slowly, tongue curled around the glans, pulling it all the way out and swallowing it again until her nose touched the pubic hair. She spit on the tip, massaged his balls, gave him one of the filthy blowjobs she knows how to give when she wants a man to lose control. Soft gagging sounds could be heard, the wet noise, Gonzalo’s muffled groans. She held his cock at the base with both hands and started fucking his mouth without forcing it, and Lucía let herself be used, tears in her eyes and drool running down her chin to her cleavage. I watched them from the other side of the table and felt a strange heat, a mix of pride, tamed jealousy, and pure lust. My cock was hard in my trousers and I made no effort to hide it.

The rounds went on. Tomás unhooked Bruna’s bra and sucked her nipples while she bit her lip looking at Damián; with his other hand he pulled aside her thong and slid three fingers deep inside her until Bruna started panting and soaking his wrist. Nicolás slid two fingers under Lucía’s thong —which she had put back on for the round, knowing it wouldn’t stay on long— right there, in front of everyone, and curled them inside, searching for the spot that makes her tremble. She grabbed my nephew’s shoulders, spread her legs, and let him work her in the chair while Tomás dealt the next hand. The glasses emptied, shirts came open, dresses fell to the floor. Gonzalo pulled his cock out again and offered it to Bruna, who already had her tits out; she bent down and sucked him while Damián clenched his fists against his thighs and breathed through his mouth.

When the last game ended, Gonzalo, Tomás, and Nicolás were tied in chips. I looked at each of them and decided.

—The three of you. Together. I’ll watch and join in at the end.

Lucía searched my face, as if asking for confirmation.

—Are you sure, love?

—It’s your birthday. Enjoy it. Let the three of them fill you up.

***

The master bedroom had a huge bed and a floor lamp casting warm light. Lucía took off the little she had left —she ended up completely naked except for the red heels— and lay down in the center. The three men circled her, already naked, with three erect cocks pointing at her. Nicolás was the longest, Gonzalo the thickest, Tomás the most sinewy. She looked at them one by one and smiled.

—Come here.

Tomás climbed on top of her and kissed her on the mouth while squeezing her breasts with both hands, pinching her nipples until they were hard as stones. Nicolás took care of her thighs, pried them open with his palms, and lowered his tongue to his aunt’s shaved, glistening cunt. He ran his entire tongue from bottom to top, stopped at the clit, and started sucking it hungrily, as if he’d been waiting ten years for that moment. She arched her back suddenly, grabbed my nephew’s hair, and pressed his face against her pussy.

—That’s it, Nico, just like that, don’t stop, suck me, suck my cunt until I come in your mouth.

Gonzalo settled behind Lucía’s head, slowly, with the patience of a man who knows he has the whole night, and offered his cock from above. She gripped it with both hands and took it the wrong way, with her throat already ready, while Nicolás kept eating her out. The three of them touched her at once, and I listened from the armchair as her breathing broke on each wave, as my wife moaned with another man’s cock in her mouth.

The first orgasm came from Nicolás’s tongue. Her whole body trembled, her hips jerked upward, and she let out a muffled cry around Gonzalo’s cock. When she came down, Nicolás stood up, ran his fingers over his wet mouth, and plunged into her with one hard thrust. Lucía screamed again, this time with nothing covering her mouth, because Gonzalo had stepped back for a moment to look at her.

—Oh, nephew, you’re so big, just like that, give it to me all, fuck me like you’ve been wanting to do for years.

Nicolás was pounding her without rhythm, with the clumsy force of his twenty-two years, and she begged for more, faster, deeper, while Tomás filled her mouth with his fingers and whispered filthy things in her ear. They changed positions. They put her on all fours in the center of the bed. Tomás lay underneath and she rode him, sinking slowly down onto his cock, bracing herself on his chest. Nicolás got behind her; he spat between her ass cheeks, rubbed the tip against her hole, and started pushing it in there too, little by little, while Tomás held her by the hips. Gonzalo knelt in front of her face and offered his cock again.

—Open up, beautiful.

Lucía had all three cocks inside her at once. One in her cunt, one in her ass, one in her mouth. I had never seen her like that. She moaned like a crazy woman, eyes rolled back, and every time Tomás thrust upward, Nicolás pushed forward and Gonzalo held her by the hair so she wouldn’t lose the rhythm. Sweat ran between her breasts. She spat saliva onto Gonzalo’s cock and swallowed it again. She came again, shaking all over, and they still didn’t let up.

Then they laid her on her side, wrapped around Nicolás, with Tomás licking her from the front and Gonzalo fucking her from behind. She moaned things I had never heard her say, broken words, names. “More, Gonzalo, harder, break me, like that, like that.” “Nico, look at me, look at how your aunt lets herself be used.” “Tomás, suck me again, don’t stop.” I was standing, cock out, stroking myself slowly while watching three men make love to my wife at the same time.

Tomás was the first to finish. He pulled out of Lucía’s mouth and came over her tits, thick ropes landing on her neck. Lucía gathered the semen with her fingers and brought it to her mouth without stopping moving. Nicolás held out a little longer; when he felt he was about to let go, she looked at him.

—Inside, Nico. Inside your aunt. Fill me up.

My nephew drove all the way in and emptied himself inside her with an animal grunt, squeezing her hips with both hands. Gonzalo turned her onto her back, put her legs over his shoulders, and entered her again, this time slow and deep, feeling how Lucía’s cunt was slick with Nicolás’s cum. He fucked her calmly, looking her in the eyes, while she pinched her nipples and writhed.

I came in near the end. I lay down beside her, held her face with both hands, and made her look at me.

—Look at me, Lucía.

She looked at me with glassy eyes, her mouth parted, with traces of another man’s semen on her chin, about to come again.

—I’m looking at you, love. I’m looking at you. Watch how they make me come, Sebas, watch me.

Gonzalo finished inside her with a long groan and pulled out. I turned her over, got her on all fours, and sank into her cunt soaked with the other two. I felt the hot semen surround my cock, slip, run down her thighs. I grabbed her undone bun and fucked her with all the rage and love I had built up inside me. She pushed her hips back to take me deeper, and the other three, exhausted, held her up and stroked her tits and kissed her back. I finished inside her while the other three held her, emptying myself to the last drop. It was strange and it was beautiful at the same time. I’ll never be able to explain it.

Down in the lounge, we later learned, Bruna had ended up riding Damián on the sofa while whispering every detail of what she imagined they were doing upstairs. “They’re all fucking her,” she told him with her mouth pressed to his ear, rising and falling on his cock. “They’re filling her cunt and ass. They’re coming inside her.” Damián squeezed her ass and pushed upward, and she came twice before he finished unable to speak, dripping between her legs. That’s how he is: he enjoys through his ears as much as through his eyes.

***

Sunday dawned slowly. One by one we went down to the terrace overlooking the pool. Gonzalo had prepared coffee and fruit. Nobody talked much; we just looked at one another with that new complicity, the kind that settles between people who have already seen each other on the inside.

Lucía came down wearing a white silk robe left open. She sat on my lap, kissed me on the mouth, and asked for a slice of melon. Bruna appeared a little later, in one of Damián’s oversized T-shirts that reached mid-thigh. She settled next to Tomás without saying anything, rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

—Did everyone sleep comfortably? —Gonzalo asked, with that half-smile of a host.

—I slept little —Nicolás admitted.

—Nobody slept much —Lucía replied, and we all laughed.

We spent the morning in the pool, with silly games that lost their innocence as the minutes passed. Lucía climbed onto Gonzalo’s shoulders while Bruna did the same on Tomás’s, and what started as a water fight ended with hands going where they shouldn’t under the warm water. I watched Gonzalo slip two fingers into Lucía beneath the bikini, watched her close her eyes and cling to his head. Tomás did the same with Bruna, sucking one nipple through the wet fabric. Damián watched from the edge, as always, with an almost grateful smile and his hand inside his swim trunks.

By midafternoon we said our goodbyes. Gonzalo accompanied us to the car.

—The door is always open —he told me, shaking my hand firmly.

—Thanks for everything.

Lucía kissed him on the cheek, climbed into the passenger seat, and kept looking at the house until it disappeared among the trees.

***

On Monday, at the faculty, everything went back into place. Almost everything. Lucía walked the hallways in the same clothes as always with the same folder under her arm, but there was something different in the way she looked at people. Bruna intercepted her by the coffee machine.

—Can you still walk? —she asked softly.

—Barely. And you?

—Damián hasn’t been able to concentrate since then. He keeps asking me to tell him about it.

They laughed like two conspirators and separated when Gonzalo passed down the hall. He gave them the smallest nod, nothing anyone else could read.

On Tuesday morning, Gonzalo called her into his office. “Budget review,” the email had said. Lucía locked the door as soon as she entered. She later told me that he was already waiting for her with a small box wrapped in black paper.

Inside was a toy: a small glass plug with a red stone in the base, and a tiny vibrator with app remote control.

—Happy belated birthday —Gonzalo told her, sitting on the edge of the desk—. But intentionally late. I wanted to give it to you here.

She bit her lip.

—And what am I supposed to do with this?

—Put it on now. And walk around the building all day. I’ve got the control.

Lucía looked at him for a long second, calculating the consequences. Then she turned around, lifted her skirt to her waist, pulled her panties down to her knees, and placed her hands on the desk. Gonzalo stood behind her. He ran a finger wet with saliva between her ass cheeks, listened to her sigh, and slowly worked the glass plug into her, twisting it until the red stone settled against her anus. Before letting her go, he bent down and gave her a long lick over her cunt, bottom to top, just one, to keep her wet for the rest of the day. Then he slid the vibrator into her vagina, adjusted it properly, and lowered her skirt. It wasn’t fast. It didn’t need to be.

That afternoon, in the cafeteria, she sat across from me more carefully than usual. I didn’t ask. She slid her phone under the table to me, with a photo of something small and red gleaming against her skin.

—I’ve got company —she murmured.

—I see.

—He decides when.

I smiled and took a sip of coffee. A second later I saw her breathing break, how she gripped the edge of the table and bit her lip so as not to moan in the middle of the cafeteria. It lasted about twenty seconds. When it passed, she drew a deep breath and looked at me with wet eyes. At the next table, Bruna was glancing at us out of the corner of her eye, and I knew she knew too. That probably everyone knew. And that what we had started on Saturday night hadn’t ended when we got into the car. It had only changed format.

That same afternoon, when she got home, Lucía hugged me from behind while I was making dinner.

—Sebas —she said against my back—. This was the best birthday of my life.

—I know.

—And next year?

I turned around. I looked her in the eyes. That smile again, the new one, the one that had been born in a bed on some ordinary Friday and now lived with us.

—Next year, whatever you want.