Surprise for Wife 2

We stepped outside into the warm morning wind of Madrid. The air felt different—humid, saturated with something carnal and eternal. The cars were thinning out, the night city was beginning to dissolve into silence. Inside her and inside me, everything was different. She walked beside me—in the same short dress in which, not long ago, another man had possessed her… But now she was mine again. Hot. Aroused. Knowing the taste of another, but returned to me.

In the hotel elevator, I couldn't hold back. I pressed her against the mirrored wall of the cabin, my hands tore off her panties on their own—still damp, warm, smelling of her orgasm… and of another man. The taste of that mix was insanely arousing. She didn't

resist—on the contrary, she looked into my eyes as if to say, "I wanted you to know. I wanted you to feel it."

When we entered the room, without turning on the light, I shed my clothes, not even closing the door all the way. She fell to her knees—confidently, greedily, with the same eagerness with which she had serviced him. But now for me. As if she wanted to even the score, to erase or affirm what had happened. Her tongue knew how to drive me to madness, and her lips seemed to have learned something new.

I lifted her, easily turned her around, and pressed against her from behind, feeling myself enter her after him. I knew that inside, she still felt the trace of his presence. And it didn't hinder—it aroused. She moaned louder than usual. My name sounded, but with a note of challenge—as if comparing. I moved harder, deeper, with jealousy and adoration, mixed with a burst of insane lust that exploded in my head.

At some point, I laid her on her back and looked into her eyes. She was silent. But I saw how deeply that night had etched itself into her. And into me. We weren't just fucking with our bodies. We were absorbing each other anew—already with a different level of trust, a new level of passion. I even felt that I loved her even more. Strange. But in such moments, love feels more distinct than ever.

When it was all over, we lay side by side, wiping away sweat and trying to catch our breath. She turned to me and whispered:

— I want to try more.

I just smiled.

Because I knew: this story had only just begun.

The morning was quiet. The curtains were tightly drawn, but soft light seeped through the edges. She was still asleep, turned away from me, her back bare and her buttocks slightly exposed. The dress was crumpled at her feet, her body still bore the imprints of the night—slightly reddened thighs, marks from his grip on her waist, small abrasions on her knees from the carpet.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. My wife. My beauty… and yet—the woman who had been taken by another right before my eyes.

Feelings mixed inside me. Not jealousy, no—that had passed. Respect. And desire. The desire to continue the game, to expand the boundaries.

She stirred, stretched, her buttocks shifted back slightly and pressed against my groin. I was already hard—and she felt it. Without turning around, she whispered, sleepily, hoarsely, with a drop of morning sweetness:

— Are you already having dirty thoughts again?

— No," I smiled, "not thoughts. Desires.

She turned, looked into my eyes. For a second—a long, meaningful one. Her gaze was different. Not the one I was used to seeing every day. There was maturity, experience, a predatory femininity in it. She was no longer the same. Her inner switch had clicked. And I knew it.

— I liked it," she said calmly. "But you knew that beforehand.

I nodded. She continued:

— Yesterday's guy was handsome. Wild. And very passionate. I felt like a trophy he had to earn. And you know… it was strange. Because, despite all that, I was still thinking of you.

I didn't answer. Just ran my hand over her breast, softly lifting it with my palm, squeezing her nipple between my fingers. It was already hardening. She sighed.

— I want more. But not with him anymore." She bit her lip. "I want to choose. I want to decide myself who will be next. Do you mind?

My heart sped up. It was at that moment I understood: now everything would be different. We weren't just a couple. We were accomplices. Lovers. Partners in a game others are afraid to even glimpse.

— Only on one condition," I said, pulling her closer. "I want to see. Always. I want to know. I want to feel every one of your emotions when you cross the line.

She smiled. Slowly climbed on top of me, sitting on my erect cock. Hot, wet, confident. Looking into my eyes, she slowly began to move.

— Then you organize the next date yourself. But with a stipulation.

— What stipulation?

— I want… two.

She rode me, slowly sinking down, as if wanting to feel again whose I was. A wave of pleasure shot through my spine, I groaned and looked into her eyes. She moved slowly, deliberately. Arousing. Teasing. Sliding along the entire length, then leaning forward again to whisper right into my ear:

— Want me to tell you everything?

— Yes…" I exhaled, gripping her hips. "Down to the smallest details.

— Then listen," she clenched her muscles inside, making me almost come, "when he first touched me, his hand was rough… not like yours. He didn't know me, and because of that, I flared up. Like a girl. Insecure. Aroused. I looked into his eyes—he was devouring. And I wanted… him to look at me the way you're looking at me now.

I lifted myself up, kissed her neck, breasts, shoulders.

— Were you comparing us?

She smirked and scratched my chest:

— Not right away. But when he entered me… I realized how much deeper you are in my head. But his body… his drive… mmm… I got lost. I couldn't even imagine I could moan that loudly with someone other than you. Sorry.

— Don't apologize," I watched her mouth, observing every word. "Tell me more.

— When I got on my knees and started sucking him…" she licked her lips, as if remembering the taste, "I felt you somewhere nearby. I imagined you standing behind me, wanting to join. I wanted you to enter me at that moment. To feel both him and you… simultaneously.

— You… were thinking about double?

She slowed down and looked down at me, challengingly:

— You think I haven't fantasized about it before?

My arousal was off the charts. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her sharply towards me, entering deeper.

— And when he came inside you…" my voice trembled, "did you feel guilt?

— No. Only a thrill. Mixed pleasure. As if something forbidden had become a part of me. I felt warmth… and a sweet fear that you would find out. But when I saw you watching, hiding… I wanted it again.

— Did you let him come inside you on purpose?

— Yes…" she ran her finger over my chest. "I wanted you to enter me afterwards… and feel how I had become his… and yours again. I wanted you not just to fuck me, but to, like, push him out of me.

I couldn't take it anymore. Flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and entered roughly, without warning. Her cry merged with mine. She arched her back, wrapped her legs around me, scratched my back.

— Who's inside you now?" I whispered, entering to the hilt.

— You… only you…" she moaned, "but I want next time… for both of you to be inside me at the same time…

— Where?

— One… in my pussy. And the other…" she pressed my fingers to her anus, "right here. And for both of you to watch me lose control.

We came simultaneously. Greedily. Loudly. With the taste of the previous sin and the anticipation of a new one.

The next morning started differently. We weren't in a hurry. We had breakfast right in bed—naked, lazy, with quiet Spanish music in the background. She scrolled through her feed, I read messages. But there was something in her gaze—as if she was looking for something. Or… someone.

— Shall we go to the gym?" she asked, suddenly putting her phone aside.

— You want to work out after a night like that?

— I want… to stretch. And also… do some reconnaissance." She smirked. She already knew something.

The hotel gym was empty. I warmed up on the treadmill, and she, as always—in tight leggings and a short top—stretched smoothly on the mat. Temptation in its pure form. I could barely contain myself, knowing I'd been semi-hard all morning.

And suddenly, he appeared.

Tall. Dark-skinned. Around thirty. A defined physique, a neat beard, calm eyes. He walked in, looked around—and, of course, noticed her. She—as if on purpose—arched into a pigeon pose, buttocks raised, back arched, hair in a ponytail.

He started working out nearby. Without being pushy. But within five minutes, they had exchanged smiles. Then—a few phrases. Then—she approached him.

I watched. First with irony. Then—with interest. Finally—with arousal.

When we returned to the room, she casually dropped a line:

— He asked if I was free.

— And you?

— I said it's… complicated. But I'm in search of new sensations.

— Do you want him?

— He was on my mind all morning. You think I suggested the gym for no reason?

I was silent. She came closer, sat on the bed, and handed me her phone. In the message—his number. Simply labeled: Raúl, gym.

— Text him," she whispered, "invite both of us. Today. No promises. Only if it goes well.

We arrived a bit earlier. She was in a black dress with thin straps, no underwear. I knew this. And just that fact made me want to grab her right at the table. Her hair was in a bun, lips slightly moist, the scent of her body—like a signal.

— Are you sure you want him?" I asked, leaning close to her ear.

— I don't just want him," she leaned in response, whispering, "I want you to see him enter me. To feel me getting lost between you.

I almost groaned.

And then he appeared.

Raúl.

The same guy from the gym. Tall, lean, in a shirt with the top button undone. His eyes were keen but restrained. He approached the table confidently, but with respect.

— Hi. Sorry I'm late.

— It's fine," she smiled. "You came—that's enough.

He sat down. Smiled at her, then at me.

— I'm not used to such… unconventional invitations. But I admit, they are intriguing.

She took a glass, took a sip.

— Are you used to refusing when you feel attraction?

He squinted.

— No. But I'm used to being sure it's mutual.

— Then you're a lucky man today.

— Shall we go?" I asked, unable to bear it any longer.

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The room. Semi-dark. Only light from street lamps through translucent curtains.

Raúl froze by the wall, slightly nervous. I sat on the edge of the bed. She stood between us, turned to him, and undid the straps. The dress fell to her feet. No underwear, no words. Just her body. Temptation and invitation.

— Are you sure you want this?" he asked quietly.

— I want you to be the first to enter me from behind. And for him to see.

— This isn't a trap?

— It's a gift," I answered for her. "For you, and for me.

She approached, pulled him by his shirt. Kissed him—unhurriedly. I saw her tongue enter his mouth, her fingers already undoing his belt. Raúl groaned into her lips. She sank to her knees before him.

— Let me feel you," she whispered.

He took out his cock. She looked at it, then—at me. Took it into her mouth, slowly, with pleasure, looking straight into my eyes. It was madness. Mine, hers, his—shared.

I moved closer, placed my palm on the back of her head, guiding. Raúl was breathing heavily. She alternated the rhythm, now deep, now playful. His hand in her hair, mine on her neck.

— Enough. Now—I want inside," he rasped.

— Then go," she rose, got on her knees on the bed, arching her buttocks. "Just slowly. It's the first time.

Raúl approached from behind, ran his hand over her back, then—lower. She moaned. He began to enter—slowly, carefully, but firmly. I watched her breathing falter, her fingers clench in the sheets.

— Mmm… yes… more…" she whispered.

I approached from the front, ran my cock over her lips. She immediately took it into her mouth. Simultaneously. Him—inside her from behind. Me—in her throat. She writhed, moaned, choking on pleasure. Her whole body shook.

— Do you feel her?" I asked, looking at Raúl.

— She's incredible. Warm… greedy.

— And you, baby?" I pulled her hair.

— I'm… getting lost. God, both of you… it's driving me crazy…

We moved in sync. Her body moaned, trembled, caught every thrust. I pulled out of her mouth to kiss her. Deeply. Filthily. She responded like one possessed.

— Ready for anything… do whatever you want with me… together… I'm yours…

Raúl sped up, grabbed her hips. I entered her mouth again. She couldn't breathe or think. Only feel. Two. Simultaneously.

And when she started to come, her cry was muffled but powerful. Her body arched, her legs trembled. We continued. Until we ourselves reached the edge.

I came out first. Raúl came inside, gripping her waist tightly. She collapsed between us, exhausted, wet, happy. We lay side by side, without