Hugo returns home exhausted from work and discovers his wife Daniela masturbating. The sexual tension leads them to a passionate encounter, revealing Hugo's hidden desire: to see Daniela with another man. The excitement and anticipation consume them, leading them into a dangerous game that will change their lives.
The sun beat down on the working-class neighborhood, scorching the asphalt and making the sweat on Hugo's back shine as he walked the last few blocks toward his house. He'd been at the construction site for twelve hours, carrying sacks of cement, hammering rebar, and enduring the bad mood of Inspector López, that son of a bitch who always found a flaw in the work, no matter how hard the bricklayers worked. His flannel shirt, once blue, was now a sticky second skin, stained with dust, sweat, and traces of limescale. His jeans, worn at the knees, rubbed against his thighs with every step, irritating his already heat-reddened skin. He ran his forearm across his forehead, leaving a streak of dirt above his dark eyebrow, and cursed under his breath when he felt the weight of his boots filled with dry earth.
As he turned the corner onto his street, the smell of fried food from Doña Chuy's diner reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything since a taco de canasta at seven in the morning. But hunger wasn't the only thing gnawing at his stomach. For weeks, an idea had been gnawing at his mind, something he'd heard in the play's dressing room, between laughs and sips of cheap beer: "In Mexico, assholes record their wives with other men and even pay them to watch them have fun." At first, it had seemed like an exaggeration, another one of those drunken fantasies, but then, at night, when his wife, Daniela, fell asleep with her cell phone in her hand after watching "Women Only," Hugo couldn't help but imagine her with someone else. Not just anyone. With López. That conceited bastard, with his gold-toothed smile and his way of looking at Daniela when he thought no one was looking, as if he'd already undressed her with his eyes.
As he opened the door to his house, silence greeted him like a shock. Normally, at this hour, Daniela would be in the kitchen, the radio on and the smell of noodle soup floating in the air. But not today. Only the hum of the ceiling fan in the living room stirred the stale air. He kicked off his boots with a grunt, leaving a trail of dirt on the cold tile floor, and headed to the bathroom. The shower water ran warm, almost hot, and he let himself fall under it with a sigh, feeling the dust turn to mud between his fingers as he scrubbed his short, black hair. The soap slicked over his muscular chest, marked by years of hard labor, and when his hands moved down to his crotch, he noticed he was already hard. It wasn't just the water. It was the image of Daniela, sweaty and panting, her legs spread for another. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his cock tightly, fighting the urge to masturbate right there. No. This is for later, he thought, rinsing quickly and leaving the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping down his shoulders.
The hallway leading to the bedroom was dim, illuminated only by the faint light that filtered through the cracks in the half-open door. Hugo advanced silently, his bare feet sticky on the floor, and when he pushed the door open with his shoulder, the sight he encountered took his breath away.
Daniela was on her back, kneeling on the bed, her round, pale bottom exposed to him, her cheeks parted just enough to reveal the wet sheen of her pussy. She was wearing only a loose-fitting Hugo T-shirt, the one that said "Martinez Construction" in faded letters, but she'd hiked it up to her waist, revealing her milky skin, marked by tan lines where her bikini had shielded her from the sun. In one hand, she held her phone, which bore the blue reflection of a porn video, and in the other, a pink dildo, thick and shiny with lubrication, sliding in and out of her hole with a wet, obscene sound. "Oh, yes... like that, bastard... deeper," she moaned softly, arching her back as the toy sank to the hilt. Her thighs, firm but with that softness Hugo loved, trembled with each thrust, and her toes curled against the rumpled sheets.
Hugo felt his cock harden even more beneath the towel, throbbing with every beat of his heart. The smell of sex sweat and the cream Daniela used to shave hit him like a slap, mixed with the sweet scent of her cheap perfume. He couldn't resist. He quietly dropped the towel and moved forward, his feet sinking slightly into the mattress as he climbed onto the bed. Daniela didn't hear him. She was too busy moaning, her eyes closed and mouth half open, her full lips painted a pale pink. Hugo positioned himself behind her, his knees brushing against his wife's buttocks, and without warning, he took the dildo and pulled it out of her pussy with a sucking sound.
"Ah!" Daniela gasped, startled, but before she could turn around, Hugo had already replaced the plastic with his own cock, thick and burning hot, soaked in precum. "I'm going to give you what you really want, whore," he growled, gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist. He didn't wait for a reply. In one movement, he impaled himself inside her to the hilt, feeling her pussy lips stretch to accommodate him, hot and slick with the toy's lubrication.
"Hugo! God...!" Daniela screamed, her nails scratching the sheets as he began to move, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard hitting the wall in a desperate rhythm. Hugo couldn't think. He only felt: his wife's wet heat clenching around his cock, sweat slipping between their bodies, the smell of sex hanging in the air like a thick fog. "Do you like it, bitch? Do you like me fucking you like the little bitch you are?" he spat, pulling her hair back to expose her neck, where he left a red bite mark. Daniela moaned and moaned, her words choked with gasps: "Yes, yes, don't stop, please... Harder!"
Hugo obeyed. He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the mattress, his cock sinking into her with a wet, obscene sound, his balls slapping against her pussy each time he buried himself deep inside her. He could see his member glistening with her fluids, her pussy lips clinging to him when he withdrew, as if unwilling to let go. "You're going to cum on my cock, Daniela. Now," he ordered, and she obeyed with a strangled cry, her body jerking as the orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around his cock like a fist. Hugo couldn't hold back any longer. With an animal growl, he buried himself balls deep and let his cum spurt inside her, hot and thick, filling her as her hips shook with the last spasms.
They collapsed onto the bed together, sweaty and panting, cum dripping down Daniela's thighs. Hugo hugged her waist, his chest pressed against her back, feeling her heart race. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by their shallow breaths. But then Daniela turned around, her blue eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. "That was... intense," she murmured, running a finger down Hugo's chest, playing with the dark hairs. "What were you thinking before I came in?"
Hugo hesitated. But the heat of the moment, the scent of sex still in the air, made him speak. "At López," he confessed, feeling his cock, still semi-hard, move between them. "That bastard always looks at you like he wants to eat you alive. And... I've heard things. That men in Mexico record their wives with other men. That they even get turned on by watching them enjoy another cock." Daniela didn't pull away. On the contrary, her eyes darkened, and a slow, almost evil smile spread across her lips. "Do you want me to fuck López?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "Do you want to see that bastard spread my legs and fill me with his cum?"
Hugo's penis hardened instantly. "Yes," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I want to see it. I want me to do it… and for you to enjoy it." Daniela looked at him for a long moment, as if gauging his seriousness. Then, slowly, she nodded. "Okay," she said, and Hugo's heart nearly stopped. "But on one condition: we record it. I want you to see every detail. I want you to hear every moan that son of a bitch gets out of me." Hugo nodded, unable to speak, as Daniela leaned in and whispered in his ear, "And when I'm done… you're going to lick his cum off my lips, understood?"
The following days were sweet torture. Hugo couldn't stop imagining it: López, with his big, calloused hands, grabbing Daniela's breasts, his thick cock (because he knew the bastard was well-endowed) sinking into his wife's tight pussy. He masturbated in the shower, in the bathroom at work, even once in the truck, with his hand down his pants as he remembered the sound the dildo made as it went in and out of her. Daniela, for her part, seemed more aroused than ever. She walked around the house in her underwear, touching herself in front of him with a mischievous smile, and one night, while they were having dinner, she whispered to him, "Tomorrow I'm treating him. Get ready to hide well, my love."
The day arrived too quickly. Hugo arrived home early from work, using a headache as an excuse, and locked himself in the laundry room, where he'd left a chair and his phone ready to record. He could hear everything from there: the door opening, López's deep voice saying, "Are you sure it's not bothering you, Daniela?", the sound of his boots on the floor. Then, silence. Hugo held his breath, his hand already on his cock, which was throbbing with anticipation.
"Have a drink, Inspector," he heard Daniela say, her voice higher than usual. "Hugo's already gone to bed. He says he has a migraine." López laughed, that guttural sound that set Hugo's teeth on edge. "What a shame. But if you're keeping me company, I won't complain." Then, the creaking of the sofa. Hugo imagined López sitting down, his eyes devouring Daniela as she, wearing that tight T-shirt that showed off her nipples, offered him a glass of whiskey.
"You have beautiful legs, Daniela," Lopez said, and Hugo could almost see his hand sliding up his wife's thigh. "Hugo is a lucky bastard." "He doesn't touch me as much as I'd like," Daniela replied, and Hugo felt his cock harden even more. Liar. But it was part of the game. "Maybe you need someone who knows how to appreciate you," Lopez murmured, and then Hugo heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss. Wet. Slow. With tongue.
He couldn't resist any longer. He turned on the recording on his phone and peeked his head through the crack in the door. What he saw took his breath away.
Daniela sat on López's lap, her legs spread over his thighs, while the inspector groped her breast over her T-shirt, his mouth hungrily devouring hers. López's hands were huge, dark against Daniela's pale skin, and when one of them slid under her skirt, Hugo almost moaned aloud. "You're wet, whore," López growled, and Daniela only responded with a moan, arching against his hand. "I want to see that pussy. Show it to me."
Hugo watched as Daniela stood up unsteadily while López leaned back on the couch, his black eyes shining with lust. She slowly removed her shirt, revealing her round breasts, her pink, hard nipples. Then, with a smile, she pulled down her skirt, leaving her only in a pair of lacy black panties that were already soaked. "Oh my God," López murmured, bringing a hand to his crotch, where his bulge was impossible to ignore. "Come here."
Daniela obeyed, kneeling in front of him. Hugo, his hand moving furiously over his cock, watched as his wife unbuckled López's belt, pulled out his cock—fuck, it was huge, thick, and dark, with prominent veins—and, without hesitation, brought it to her mouth. "Like that, bitch. Suck me good," López ordered, grabbing her hair, and Daniela did, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with her mouth, her lips glistening with saliva.
Hugo couldn't hold it in any longer. He emerged from his hiding place, his cock throbbing in his hand, and approached silently. López was too busy enjoying Daniela's mouth to notice. But Daniela was. Her eyes met Hugo's for a second, and in them she saw a mixture of surprise and wild excitement. She didn't stop. On the contrary, she hollowed her cheeks even more, taking López deep into her throat, while her free hand slid between her legs to touch herself.
That's when Lopez pushed her back. "Enough with the games. I want that pussy now," he growled, standing up and removing his shirt in one abrupt motion. His torso was broad, covered in dark hair, and his muscles stood out with every movement. Daniela leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs in an obscene invitation, her fingers playing with her swollen clit. "Give it to me, asshole," she whispered, and Lopez needed no more.
He knelt in front of her, his thick, erect cock pointing at her soaking pussy. Hugo, frozen just a few feet away from them, watched as Lopez grabbed Daniela by the hips and entered her in one motion, sinking himself balls deep inside her. "Oh, God!" Daniela cried out, her nails scraping the couch as Lopez began to move, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. "You like it, bitch? You like how I fuck you?" Lopez asked, and Daniela could only nod, her breasts swaying to the wild rhythm.
Hugo couldn't tear his eyes away. His wife, his Daniela, was being fucked by another man in front of him, and instead of getting angry, he only felt his own cock dripping with precum, his heart pounding with a mix of jealousy and excitement that made him dizzy. López had taken her legs and put them on his shoulders, spreading her wide open, and now each thrust made her buttocks lift off the couch. "I'm going to cum inside you, whore," López growled, and Daniela gasped, "Yes! Inside! I want to feel you!"
That's when Lopez thrust into her hard, his hips bucking as he emptied his cum into her, his cock throbbing inside her pussy. Daniela screamed, her body arching as another orgasm ripped through her, her fluids mixing with Lopez's as he spilled inside her. Hugo, unable to contain himself, moved closer, his hand moving furiously over his own cock. When Lopez finally pulled out, his cum dripping down Daniela's thighs, Hugo watched as his wife, with a satisfied smile, brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the remnants of it off.
Then López leaned in and kissed her. A long, deep kiss. As if they were lovers. And Hugo, with his heart in his throat, knew this wouldn't end here. That this was just the beginning.