Chapter 9: Ambush

A treacherous ambush by Stephen

The next day, after Stephen took my wife’s anal virginity, we both woke up late. Lucia was exhausted from the intensity of the experience and the orgasms she had enjoyed, and I was exhausted from hardly sleeping, my mind racing all night about what had happened.

She told me how intense the experience had been and how much she had enjoyed having a cock in her arse and my mouth on her pussy. It seemed like a new experience for her, with a daring, dirty element that she had found very exciting. I didn’t know what to say to her, and finally I told her that yes, I had also found it very exciting and had thoroughly enjoyed watching her enjoy herself.

After a relaxing weekend with Lucia, I returned to the hospital on Monday thinking about the possible encounter with Stephen and having to listen to his taunts and comments, but he didn’t call me, which put me at ease. During the week, I had no contact with him either, and on Friday morning he called to tell me that he would be coming over for dinner that night. He didn’t give any further details, and I was uneasy, as I didn’t know if that meant the night would end with him fucking Lucia or if it was just a ‘social’ visit.

When I got home, I told Lucia that Stephen was coming over for dinner, and we started preparing the meal. After a while, Stephen arrived with his usual box of chocolates for Lucia and a bottle of whisky for me. We had dinner together, chatting amiably; Lucia and Stephen were at ease, while I, like on other occasions, was tense.

Suddenly, my mobile phone rang. I looked at it and saw that it was a call from the hospital. When I answered it, it turned out to be an urgent transplant; at another hospital, a patient who was close to death had died, and one of his organs was compatible with one of the cases at our hospital, so it had to be done that very night. A case like this would not have been my responsibility, but apparently the other surgeon who would have been responsible could not be reached.

I explained the situation to Lucia and Stephen and rushed off. To a certain extent, this unexpected turn of events reassured me, as my departure meant Stephen would have no excuse to try to initiate a threesome.

I hurried to the hospital. I prepared myself and waited for the organ to arrive from the other hospital. The rest of the on-call team were waiting for me to notify them so they could prepare the operating theatre. And I waited, and waited, and waited...

The organ was not arriving, and the nursing assistant who had called me had finished his shift and gone home some time ago, so I had no way of confirming the details of the shipment to contact the other hospital. I spent the whole night waiting, and nothing happened. Finally, in the early hours of the morning, I gave up on the operation and went home.

When I entered the house, everything was quiet. In the living room, a few coffee cups, an open box of chocolates, and a glass of whisky indicated that there had been a discussion after dinner. Everything seemed normal until I reached the bedroom. When I opened the door, my heart sank. Lucía was naked in bed, and Stephen, also naked, was hugging her. An intense smell of sex filled the room, revealing that the night had been very, very eventful. I was speechless.

After a few moments of complete bewilderment, not knowing what to do, I opened the window to air out the stuffy room and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. I didn’t understand what had happened. I couldn’t get my head around the fact that Lucia could have had sex with Stephen without my involvement. Had she fallen in love with him? Did the hormones she was taking make him irresistible? Could Stephen have forced himself on her? I didn’t understand anything, and no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out what had happened. This was no longer a threesome, even though my participation was symbolic; Lucia had had sex with Stephen alone. I sat down in the kitchen to have my coffee and saw Lucia coming towards me unsteadily, dressed in a dressing gown and looking terrible. When she reached me, she sat down and asked, “What happened last night? I can’t remember anything. My whole body aches, and I feel very dizzy and have a headache, as if I had a monumental hangover and had been dancing all night. Did we have a good time?”

“You seem to have,” I replied, unable to hide my irritation.

“Me? Why me? And why is Stephen in our bed?”

“Don’t you know? You must have invited him. I was in hospital, waiting for a transplant that didn’t happen.”

“I seem to remember you leaving in a hurry, but I don’t remember much else.”

I poured Lucia a cup of coffee, wondering if she was lying to me or if she really didn’t remember anything. At that moment, Stephen appeared with a contrite look on his face and said, “Sorry, Tom, I think I got drunk last night and ended up in bed with Lucia. I’m really sorry.”

Lucia then interjected, “I also think I ended up drunk, but that’s not possible, because I don’t drink alcohol with my medication.”

Stephen replied, “I’m sorry; I think it’s my fault. The chocolates I brought were liqueur chocolates, and they must have reacted with your medication. I’m sorry.”

Lucía nodded and said, “That must have been it. So Tom, have you been out all night at the hospital?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“And Stephen and I made love, and then he stayed in bed with me all night?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, Tom, I didn’t mean to do it; you know I wouldn’t do anything behind your back.”

Then I looked irritably at Stephen; he was clearly the culprit. I couldn’t say anything in front of Lucia, but it was clear that, somehow, he had plotted the whole thing. Stephen, who had already left the room fully dressed, said goodbye and left.

While Lucia was showering, I took the opportunity to change the sheets and lie down to rest. When Lucia came out of the bathroom, she lay down with me, and we spent the whole day sleeping, getting up only to eat something. The next day we were both feeling better, and we went for a walk in the park all morning to clear our heads. Neither of us said anything about what had happened. She made a timid attempt to bring up the conversation, but I told her it was better not to talk about it, and although I knew it was Stephen’s ploy, I couldn’t help feeling betrayed. On other occasions, at least in theory, I had participated, but this time it had been just the two of them. And judging by the state of the sheets, the sex must have been spectacular, as the sheets were soaked.

On Sunday afternoon, I received a message from Stephen: ‘Are you with Lucia?

Lucia had gone to have a snack with some friends she had arranged to meet some time ago, and, as I wasn’t in the mood, I hadn’t gone with her, so I replied, ‘No, she’s not here. And I know you arranged everything, bastard.’

‘I’ll send you an interesting video so you don’t get bored on your own,’ he replied.

I received a link that I quickly opened. It was recorded from a mobile phone and showed Lucia leaning on the sofa, looking drowsy or dazed, with a stupid smile as if she were drugged. The mobile phone, which I assumed was being operated by Stephen, moved closer to her, and I saw Stephen’s hand unbuttoning Lucia’s blouse and then sliding under her bra, calmly fondling her breasts. Meanwhile, she looked on without saying anything, just smiling.

Stephen placed the mobile phone on the table, facing the sofa, and sat down next to Lucia. Then he began to remove her blouse without Lucia saying anything or making any gesture of refusal. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Was Lucia that drunk? Was Stephen so attractive or influential that she obeyed him like that? Jealousy, rage and despair consumed me.