What I Saw from the Kitchen Changed Our Marriage

Carolina had spent the whole day walking barefoot around Sebastián’s country house in that black bikini that left half her ass hanging out. She’d sunbathed topless during the nap, danced on top of a deck chair with a mojito in her hand, and by the fourth cigarette of the afternoon she no longer cared that the hosts were staring at her tits every time she bent down to serve herself ice.

Martín watched her from where he sat, with a mix of pride and vertigo. She was his wife. He had slept with that same skin for ten years. And yet, that afternoon she seemed to him like a beautiful, dangerous stranger, a hotter version of herself he didn’t remember ever seeing before.

—Another beer, old man? —Ignacio asked, handing him a sweating bottle.

—Sure, thanks.

By the time the sun started to go down, the four of them were naked in the pool. It had been Sebastián’s idea, the owner of the house’s, and no one had resisted much. Carolina least of all. She’d taken off the bikini laughing, walked two steps along the edge showing herself off, and dove in without looking back.

Then came the snack platter. Sebastián went into the kitchen with Carolina and Ignacio, promising to come back with trays, ice, and more beers. Five minutes passed. Ten. Martín, sitting alone outside, with his cock half-hard resting against his thigh, began to notice that the silence inside wasn’t a normal silence.

—I’m going to the bathroom —he said out loud, even though there was no one to hear him.

He entered the house with his heart pounding in his throat. He didn’t go to the bathroom. He walked barefoot down the hallway of cold mosaic tiles to the kitchen, drawn by guttural sounds he still couldn’t name.

He peered in. And stayed there.

His wife was kneeling on the tiles, naked, her damp hair plastered to her back. She had a cock in each hand and was running them over her face, her lips, her tongue, as if they were the two most precious toys in the world. Sebastián was holding her nape with an open palm. Ignacio was kneading one of her tits so hard the nipple stood out white between his fingers.

This is a joke. It has to be a joke.

But it wasn’t a joke. Sebastián and Ignacio saw him first. They saw him peek in, saw him go pale, and then saw him turn red. They didn’t say a word. They just looked at each other, with the calm of two hunters who know they’ve already got the animal in the trap, and kept going.

Carolina didn’t notice. Her eyes were closed, moaning softly, alternating one cock-filled mouth with the other. Martín felt the floor give way beneath him. He felt anger, he felt shame, he felt the urge to cross the kitchen and rip her off the floor. And, against everything he would have expected of himself, he felt something else stronger than all the rest: a rock-hard, painful erection, shoving his hand downward without asking permission.

He started touching himself. Slowly at first, then more urgently, never taking his eyes off her. The betrayal burned, but the arousal won every battle.

***

Carolina turned her head to catch her breath and then she saw him. Her husband in the doorway, eyes shining, hand moving with unmistakable rhythm. Something inside her jumped. It wasn’t guilt: it was a new level of excitement that left her trembling.

—Forgive me, baby —she said, voice rough, pulling Ignacio’s cock out of her mouth—. I couldn’t help it.

Martín didn’t answer. He looked at her with a strange fire, a mix of wounded man and man who had already decided not to leave.

—Come here, fuck me —she asked, lifting her ass into the air—. I need to get fucked now.

—No, little slut —Sebastián cut in, with an authority he hadn’t shown all day—. First we fuck you. Then, if you behave, we’ll see if we let your husband use you.

Carolina said nothing. The line hit her right in the clit. Martín dropped his shoulders as if someone had deflated him, but his hand didn’t stop moving. Sebastián motioned to the other two and the four of them moved into the living room, where the white sofa waited like an altar.

***

Carolina got herself onto all fours on the cushions, ass up and back arched. Sebastián positioned himself behind her. He was the thickest and didn’t hide it: he dragged the head of his dick over her wet cunt, up and down, unhurriedly, while Ignacio brought his own to her mouth so it would stay occupied.

—Want me to put it all the way in? —Sebastián asked.

—Mmm —was all she could manage.

—Say it, little slut. If you don’t say it, you don’t get anything.

Carolina lifted her gaze and found her husband’s. Martín was still standing there, now leaning against the living room doorway, not hiding a thing. She held his eyes for a full second and spoke to him, not to Sebastián.

—Put it all the way in, please. I need it inside me.

Sebastián thrust forward. One long stroke, no pauses, splitting her open to the deepest place. Carolina howled around Ignacio’s cock, and he took the opportunity to shove it all the way down her throat. Her tits swayed with every thrust. Four hands fought over them, kneading them.

Martín didn’t understand what was happening to him. That was his wife. The mother of his children. The woman who made his coffee every morning. And two of his friends were fucking her a meter away from him while he was jerking off like a teenager. He should have left. He should have broken something. Instead, he spat into his palm and kept touching himself.

Carolina came for the first time trapped between two cocks. She screamed it with her eyes fixed on Martín, as if it were a gift she was giving him more than the other two.

***

Without pulling out, Sebastián settled onto the sofa and sat her on top of him facing away. Carolina started riding him, rising almost enough to pull him out, dropping back down with weight, with a rhythm that made her tits bounce from side to side. Sebastián held her by the nipples, tugging them with two fingers whenever he felt her speeding up too much.

Martín couldn’t stand the distance anymore. He came over. He offered his cock to his wife and she took it in her mouth with a crooked smile he didn’t know she had.

—Do you like it when some big dick fucks your wife? —she asked him, unfiltered, fogged over.

—You’re a whore.

—Answer me. Do you like it?

—Yes. It turns me on seeing you like this, getting fucked by other men.

She closed her eyes. The answer hit harder than the cock inside her. She came a second time, grabbing her husband’s balls like they were an anchor.

***

At that moment the door rang and Diego came in. He was the fourth of the group, the one who had gone out to run an errand in the middle of the afternoon. He saw the scene, put the keys on the table, and started taking off his pants in the hallway.

—I made it just in time —he said, already with his half-hard cock out in the open—. You mind if I join in, Martín?

—Not at all —Sebastián said before he could answer—. This little slut is for all of us to enjoy.

Diego moved over to Carolina’s free side. Martín, without arguing, made room in his wife’s mouth. Within minutes, she was riding one cock and sucking two others, with hands everywhere. And Martín, again, watching.

***

They moved to the floor. They threw three cushions onto the rug and Ignacio lay back on the floor. Carolina settled on top of him, face-to-face, buried in him. That position lifted her ass. It didn’t take long for them to start giving that some attention too. Diego, quicker than a firefighter, knelt behind her and ran his tongue all over the slit, with so much saliva it made her moan against Ignacio’s neck.

Carolina felt a finger. Then two. Then a bigger discomfort, a smell of something oily, a word she didn’t want to say.

—Not in the ass —she said, barely above a whisper—. I’ve never done it there.

All three heads lifted at the same time. Sebastián looked at her like he didn’t believe her.

—Ten years married and you’ve never had your ass fucked, Martín?

—Never —he answered, not moving, his hand wrapped around his own cock—. She never dared.

—She’s going to learn today —Diego said, pushing half a finger deeper—. And you’re going to watch from the box seats.

Carolina said no with her mouth and yes with her body. She lifted her ass, spread her legs, let them put more oil on her. Diego prepared her patiently. One finger, two, three, no hurry, listening to her pant like she was slipping into a trance.

—Baby, they want to do it to me back there —she said, seeking one last permission.

—Let them —Martín replied, never stopping jerking off—. It had to happen someday.

***

Sebastián was first. He was the thickest and, paradoxically, the one who opened the way for the others. It was hard. Carolina screamed the first time and asked Martín to tell her to make them stop, but Martín didn’t open his mouth. He just came closer, kissed her forehead, and whispered for her to breathe deep.

When the pain eased, something new came, something she hadn’t imagined. She was thinking out loud, out of control: “How did I not do this before, how did I not do this before?” Ignacio was still inside her cunt, Diego had her mouth again, and Sebastián was fucking her ass with a rhythm that grew firmer and firmer. Three cocks, three men, a husband sitting on the sofa without missing a single second.

Carolina’s third orgasm was different. It shook her whole body. Then came a fourth, almost without a pause. Then a fifth. Absolute record, she thought, from some still-lucid corner of her mind.

***

—We’re going to fill your face and tits, little slut —Sebastián announced.

—Mmm yes. Will you let me, baby?

—Whatever you want.

The three of them stood around her, and she knelt in the center of the rug as if she knew the choreography by heart. One by one, almost in sync, they emptied their balls on her face, in her mouth, on her cleavage. Carolina received each load with a huge smile, sticking out her tongue, rubbing the cum over her nipples with two fingers.

The three of them collapsed wherever they could. She stayed kneeling, shining, displayed. Martín didn’t think twice: he stood up, put her on all fours, and shoved it into her ass while it was still open. He didn’t care about being last. He didn’t care about someone else’s cum. He only cared about leaving his mark, even if it was late.

He fucked her for a couple of minutes, both of them savage, and came all over his wife’s white cheeks, adding his signature to the other three.

***

Carolina got up without saying a word, walked to the pool, and dove in covered in semen, like a goddess no one could claim anymore. Sebastián looked at her and didn’t dare complain about the water. Martín followed her. They got in together in silence, letting the others give them space.

—What madness what we did —he said at last.

—I don’t know how we got that far —she answered—. But, baby, I swear I’d never cheat on you.

—I know. It was just horniness. It’s only sex, right?

—It’s only sex. And we both enjoyed it.

—Should we go?

She fell silent. She looked him in the eyes. She went looking for his cock under the water with one hand.

—I’m embarrassed to say it, but I want more. I want them to keep fucking me. And I want you to see everything.

Martín got hard again without permission. Carolina smiled.

—Looks like someone woke up again.

—You’re a fucking bitch —he murmured, without anger.

—The biggest one. But always with you watching. That’s what turns me on, having you there.

They got out of the pool holding hands. The three hosts were still naked on the deck chairs, snacking on olives, pouring mojitos. Carolina passed by them and lay down in the middle, face up, legs spread. No need to talk.

Martín went to the bathroom to splash water on his face. When he came back, Diego was already on top of his wife, in a classic, obscene position, and Sebastián and Ignacio were offering him their cocks, one on the left and one on the right.

He sat down on a deck chair, opened another beer, and understood that he was going to have to get used to a new version of his wife. A version that wouldn’t stay hidden anymore. A version that only existed if he was there, watching.

He took a long drink from the bottle and didn’t look away.