I Asked for a Different Birthday Gift, and My Wife Went Further

Sunday dawned with that weak January light that slips between the blinds and paints warm stripes across the sheets. I stirred in bed and felt Lucía’s heat pressed against my back, her tangled hair tickling the nape of my neck. I was turning thirty-six. That date used to make me melancholy; that morning, with her breathing against my neck, I felt only a strange calm, almost dangerous.

—Happy birthday, sleepyhead —she murmured in a hoarse voice, hugging me tighter.

—Thanks, my love.

I turned to look at her. Lucía is petite, with narrow shoulders and narrow hips, and yet there was something in the way she moved under her nightdress that always made me lose track of any conversation. I kissed her slowly, feeling her smile against my lips. Her hand slipped under the sheet and found my cock already half hard, warm against my thigh. She took it without ceremony, closing her fingers around it, and started jerking me off with the slow pulse of someone who had just woken up.

—Now that’s a gift to wake up to —she whispered, laughing softly.

—It’s your fault, for sleeping so close.

She slid down my body, nudging the sheet away with her chin. The nightdress got tangled at her hips and I saw her small breasts hanging toward me as she leaned in, her nipples already hard from the cold room. She licked the tip of my cock with a flat tongue, slowly, as if tasting an ice cream, and then took it into her mouth halfway. She sucked me without rushing, going up and down, her hand keeping pace with her mouth, while she looked at me with those green eyes from below. I put my hand on the back of her neck, not to push, just to hold her there, and felt her swallow and her tongue sweep over my head every time she came back up.

—Fuck, Lucía…

She let me go with a wet kiss on the tip and climbed back up my body, leaving a trail of saliva down my stomach. She straddled me, tugged her thong aside with two fingers, and sank down on me in one go, closing her eyes as she felt me all the way inside. She was wet, warm, and she squeezed me with that muscle of hers that always caught me off guard. She stayed still for a few seconds, breathing through her nose, then started moving in circles, bracing her hands on my chest.

—It’s your birthday —she panted—. Ask me for things.

—Fuck me slowly. Make it last.

She did as she was told. She moved her hips slowly up and down, pulling almost all the way off me and then lowering herself back down to the hilt, and every time she had me all the way in she would pause and squeeze me with her pussy as if she were taking my hand. I grabbed her tits with both hands, massaged them, pinched her nipples, and she let out a short moan and kept riding me. We stayed like that until I saw her arch, biting her lip, and felt her tighten around my cock. I came inside almost without realizing, yanking her hair back, and she collapsed onto my chest, warm and sweaty.

—What do you want me to give you? —she asked afterward, resting her chin on my chest—. Anything. Today I’m not in charge much.

I stayed silent longer than I should have. I had everything I needed. What I’d been turning over in my head for months wasn’t an object; it was an idea, and I was embarrassed to say the idea out loud.

—I want to show you off —I blurted at last.

—Show me off how?

—Have people look at you. Imagine you. Know you’re mine and they can’t touch you. It’s stupid, but it gets me going like a kid.

Lucía raised an eyebrow. There was no surprise on her face, more the satisfaction of confirming something she had already suspected. She propped herself on one elbow and studied me for a couple of seconds with those green eyes that always win me over.

—Okay, Marcos —she said slowly—. It’s your day. Whatever you want. You tell me how.

—I’ll take care of that.

That easy way of hers, that unconditional “okay,” left me breathless. I got up under the pretext of making coffee and spent a while in the kitchen, trying to bring my head back down from the clouds. The rest of the day went by in family lunch, toasts, and a cake with too many candles. But inside, I was already somewhere else, writing impossible scripts.

***

Monday I was working from home. The ten o’clock video call caught me shaved and in a tie, with my head everywhere except on the sales plan. Every time I closed the camera, I opened an anonymous chat in an incognito window. Test messages, half-written ideas. I felt like a teenager sneaking his brother’s console.

I threw out a bait line in one of those rooms that have survived since the early 2000s: “I get turned on showing off my wife. Just chatting, nothing stupid.” The flood of replies was pathetic. All-caps lines, demands, insults. I was about to close the window when a different message appeared.

“I’m interested. But no bullshit. If you’re up for it, we talk by video and get straight to it.”

The tone caught my attention. No rush, no demands. I answered without thinking too much.

—Who are you?

—Rubén. I work security, weird shifts. If you want, I’ll send you a user so we can do a video call. I’ll turn on my camera so we don’t waste time.

I accepted. Two minutes later I had his face in a small window on the left side of the desktop: early thirties, strong jaw, a calm smile that didn’t look like someone worried about getting caught.

—Hi, Marcos.

—Hi.

—Is it real?

—Is what real?

—The thing with your wife. That you want to show her off.

—It’s real.

I sent him a photo. Not the first one I found, but one I’d taken the night before, almost by accident: Lucía barefoot by the fridge, wearing one of my T-shirts that hung down to mid-thigh, laughing because I’d just caught her hunting for cake at two in the morning. She looked like the woman I live with, not like the woman in an ad. That’s why I chose it.

Rubén took a few seconds to answer.

—She has a gorgeous face. That laugh is the kind that stays in your head. Do you know what you’ve got?

I was expecting crude comments, the sort that are common on those sites. I was surprised he started with her face and her laugh. I sent a second photo, also not showing too much: Lucía from behind, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, in black underwear, gathering her hair up. An image I’d saved from a trip and hadn’t looked at again.

—Fuck —he whispered, and the word came out softly, almost to himself—. Marcos, I don’t know who taught you to look at her like that, but you took that photo with care. You can tell.

I wasn’t going to admit it, but that man was saying exactly what I needed to hear. The fantasy wasn’t some stranger spitting vulgarities about Lucía. The fantasy was that someone would look at her with the same attention I did and realize how lucky he was to do it.

—Want to see more? —I asked.

—Whatever you want to show me.

We went on like that for almost an hour. I kept sending selected photos and he kept sending back lines that mixed desire and respect in a proportion I would never have known how to ask for. At one point I showed him one where Lucía was naked from behind, coming out of the shower, her wet hair stuck to the nape of her neck and her ass still shining with water. Rubén took his time before typing.

—She’s got an ass you want to bite slowly, without leaving a mark. Does she like it from behind?

—It drives her crazy.

—Figured as much. You can tell from the way she’s squeezing in the photo.

When I hung up, I hadn’t come. I didn’t need to. My body was lit up in a new way, slower, denser. My cock was hard against my trousers and I had no need to take it out. It was enough to know that a thousand kilometers away there was a guy thinking about my wife’s ass and talking to me about it with respect.

***

That afternoon I told Lucía what I’d done. I told her while she was taking off her shoes, without theatrics, looking down at the floor. I prepared myself for anything: anger, hard questions, one of those conversations that hurt.

I had the wrong Lucía in mind.

—You sent photos of me to him? —she repeated, with a slow smile I had never seen on her before—. And what did he say?

—That you have a face that sticks in your head.

—That’s what he said?

—More or less. And that I know how to look at you. That it showed in the photo.

—And what else? Don’t lie to me, Marcos. What photos did you send him?

—The kitchen one. The mirror one, in your underwear. And the shower one.

—The shower one? —Her eyes widened, not with anger, with something else—. That one shows my whole ass.

—Yeah.

—And what did he say?

—That it makes you want to bite it slowly.

Lucía went quiet for a second. Then she came closer, took my face in both hands, and kissed me like she was coming back from a long trip. I felt her tongue searching for mine and one of her hands sliding down my chest to my trousers. She squeezed my cock over the fabric and immediately felt that I was hard again.

—You’re the strangest and most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me —she murmured against my lips—. Tell me everything. From the beginning. In detail.

I told her. She listened sitting on the edge of the bed, without interrupting, legs crossed and one hand inside her skirt, touching herself over her panties while I repeated word for word what that stranger had written about her. When I got to the part about her ass, she let out a short gasp and opened her legs wider.

—Come here —she asked—. Come here and do to me what he said.

I knelt between her legs and ripped her panties off with a sideways tug. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and turned onto her stomach on the bed, bracing her knees on the edge and her chest against the mattress. I spread her ass cheeks with both hands and spent a second staring at that pink, shiny pussy already dripping, and the other hole just above it. I bit one cheek without pressing, just marking the edge of my teeth, and she let out a long moan.

—Like that, you bastard, like that…

I buried my face between her ass cheeks and started eating her out completely, up and down, my tongue over her pussy and then up to her ass, circling right where I knew it drove her crazy. Every time I passed my tongue over her asshole her legs clenched and she dug her hands into the mattress. I slid two fingers into her pussy while I kept licking her other hole, and I felt her whole body swell, her belly beginning to tremble.

—Fuck me, Marcos, I can’t take it anymore, fuck me now.

I stood up, shoved my trousers down to my knees, and drove my cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. She screamed into the mattress. I grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her hard, dry, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in until my balls hit her clit. I could see her ass shaking with every thrust, the red mark from my teeth on her left cheek. I spat on her asshole and shoved my thumb there while I kept fucking her pussy. Lucía came screaming into the sheet, squeezing my cock with contractions that almost made me lose it too.

—Don’t come inside yet —she panted—. Out. I want you to come on me.

I pulled out. She turned quickly, dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me, and took my cock into her mouth in one go, sucking me with hollow cheeks while she looked up at me from below, her chin sticky with saliva. She worked me with her hand quickly, squeezing hard, and I came over her tits and face, thick ropes landing on her chin, her nipples, and one side of her mouth. She ran her fingers over her skin, gathering up my cum, and licked them one by one without taking her eyes off me.

—Okay —she said when she had caught her breath, still on her knees, my semen shining on her chest—. If that’s the gift you wanted, then you’re going to get a gift. But I write the script.

***

The following Saturday she drove me to the car without telling me where we were going. She was driving, one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh, not pressing, just resting there. I tried asking twice. The third time I shut up.

We parked in the underground level of a huge shopping center, on the lowest floor. The area was almost empty: two or three cars at the far end and row after row of vacant spaces. Lucía turned into a secluded corner where the emergency lights blinked every few seconds and everything else was a concrete gloom.

She didn’t turn off the engine. She lowered the radio. She turned to me with a calm that scared me a little.

—This is your real gift —she said.

She leaned in and kissed me slowly, holding the back of my neck. Her free hand went to her belt without hurry. The car was freezing, and at the same time I was sweating.

—Anyone can see us here —she whispered against my mouth—. And I like that idea. Do you?

—Me too.

I still didn’t understand how far she had planned the scene. I understood it when, while she was kissing my neck, I heard footsteps. Not one or two. Several, approaching with a strange calm, like people who knew exactly where they were supposed to go.

Three figures stopped at a prudent distance, about five meters from the car. Men, of different ages, dressed like anyone. They were looking without trying to hide it, but they didn’t come any closer than that. Lucía lifted her head and, instead of getting scared, smiled.

—We’ve got company, my love.

—Lucía…

—Relax. Just breathe.

Behind the three, a fourth silhouette appeared, taller, with an unlit flashlight in his hand and a dark uniform. When he came up beside the car, the overhead light hit his face and I stopped breathing.

It was Rubén.

The same Rubén from the screen, the same one from the calm messages. He worked security, he had told me. It was exactly true. His eyes met mine for a tenth of a second and I saw in them the same spark of complicity I’d been carrying all week.

—Marcos —he greeted me, nodding slowly—. Relax. You can keep going.

—You…?

Lucía squeezed my knee.

—We’ll talk later. I organized this part. I wrote him from your account. I asked him to come and bring people he trusted. He brought these three. If you want to stop, we stop. One word and we’re gone.

I didn’t say the word.

***

Lucía moved between the seats as if she had rehearsed it. She climbed into the back seat, took off her trousers slowly, and stayed with a black thong pressed against the window glass. Then she lifted her sweater and tossed it onto the front seat too, and she was left only in her bra and thong, pressed against the glass so they could see her properly. The four men came a few steps closer. Their hands went to their trousers and they started taking themselves out right there, in front of the car, each one of them. I saw four hard cocks come out at once, different from one another, and all four fists start moving slowly, without theatrics, without yelling. She had made it clear somehow, before I arrived, what was allowed and what wasn’t.

—Lower the back windows a little, Marcos —Lucía asked in a calm voice—. Just a little. I want to hear them.

I lowered the back windows a couple of inches. The cold air came in hitting us, mixed with the smell of rubber and concrete, and also the smell of men, sweat, and cocks in the open. The men came closer, but they didn’t touch. They talked among themselves, broken phrases, comments about the curve of her back, about the shadow of her tits against the bra, about how wet her thong looked in the dim light.

—Look at the shape of her pussy, fuck.

—She’s soaked. You can tell the fabric’s stuck to her.

—Show us your tits, beautiful. Just a little.

Lucía listened with half-lidded eyes, one hand between her legs over the fabric, rubbing herself very slowly. With the other she pulled her bra straps down and lifted her breasts out over the cups, leaving them bare, small and firm, her nipples stiff from the cold and from everything else. A collective moan rose from outside. All four fists sped up for a few seconds.

—That’s it, gorgeous, that’s it…

—Touch them, please.

She touched them. She pinched her nipples with two fingers, tugging on them, and let out a moan that filled the car. With her other hand she shoved her thong aside and opened her pussy for them to see, two fingers parting her lips, shiny and pink in the faint ceiling light. She slipped a finger in very slowly, all the way, and pulled it out dripping. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it while looking at all four of them without blinking.

—Holy fuck.

—She’s a goddess, man.

Rubén stayed to one side, not touching himself, making sure the other three didn’t go over the line. Every so often he looked at me, not at her. He checked that I was okay, that the game wasn’t getting away from us. That look anchored me more than anything else.

—You okay? —Lucía asked between two breaths.

—I’m with you.

—Does this turn you on?

—A lot.

—Then come here. Let them see you fuck me.

I climbed in the back with her. I shoved my trousers down to my knees and sat down with my back against the opposite door. She climbed on top of me facing away, toward the window, toward the four men, and sat down on my cock in one go, taking me all the way in. She let out a long moan that was perfectly audible outside. The four of them pressed a little closer to the glass, jerking themselves faster.

I held her thighs from underneath and spread them, giving them the full view: my cock going in and out of her pussy, her tits bouncing every time she rose and fell, her hands spread flat over the fogged glass. I stroked her belly and nipples with open hands, slowly, never pressing too hard. She gave a soft laugh every time a comment from outside caught her by surprise.

—Don’t let her go, man —said one in a rough voice—. You can tell she’s yours.

—Take care of her.

—Fuck her right, dude. Fuck her the way she deserves.

That was what really threw me off. They weren’t shouting insults. They were asking me, almost respectfully, to take care of her and fuck her well. I pulled Lucía against me and kissed her neck, and felt her laughter in my mouth. I drove her up and down on my cock with both hands on her hips, setting the rhythm, while she rubbed her clit with two fingers in front of four pairs of eyes.

—I’m going to come, my love —she panted—. I’m going to come in front of them.

—Come. Let them see.

She came like that, speared on my cock, with the four strangers jerking themselves on the other side of the glass, half a meter from her face. Her pussy clenched around my cock in waves and she bit the hand I’d brought to her mouth so she wouldn’t scream too much. I held on for a few more seconds, feeling her squeezing me, and came inside her while holding her by the waist, my hips pressed to hers to the hilt. I kept her in my arms a long while, until her breathing loosened, while I felt my semen spilling out and dripping onto the seat.

Outside we heard almost immediately a couple of short, controlled grunts, and out of the corner of my eye I saw two of them come against the parking lot floor, white spurts splashing the concrete a couple of meters from the car. A third came over his own hand and wiped himself with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. Then the three sets of footsteps receded separately, each one down a different ramp.

Rubén stayed until the end. He waited for Lucía to get dressed, for me to turn the heater back on, and then he came up to the driver’s window with the flashlight clipped to his belt.

—Stop by the booth when you leave —he said—. I’ll lift the barrier. You don’t have to pay for parking today.

—Thanks —I muttered.

—Thank you —he replied, and for the first time he smiled for real, not for the camera, not for the game—. If you want to do it again, we’ll talk about it slowly.

Lucía took my hand and squeezed it. Her look told me yes, that at some point we’d talk about it again. But not that night.

We left the parking garage in silence. She was driving again, one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh, and again not pressing. Before getting onto the highway, she glanced sideways at me.

—Happy birthday, Marcos.

I didn’t answer with words. I just rested my head on her shoulder for a second and breathed, for the first time in hours, all the way down.