I Accepted the Threesome My Lover Proposed to Me That Afternoon

As I already told in the first installment, I’m having a parallel relationship with Mateo, the butcher at the market three blocks from my building. He’s twenty-six and I turned forty a few months ago. We’d been seeing each other for almost half a year, every time my husband left for work. Mateo is tall, broad-shouldered, with a silver piercing in his tongue and a cock that scared me the first time because of how big it was.

On our previous date, while we were smoking a cigarette after fucking on the living-room rug, he told me something that had me thinking for days. He’d told Bruno, his younger brother, twenty, about us. And Bruno, far from being scandalized, had gotten so turned on by the story that he’d asked to be part of the next date.

“I told him you were the one who decided,” Mateo explained, passing me the cigarette. “If it makes you uncomfortable, we won’t even talk about it. But I think it could be really good.”

I spent three days turning it over in my head. I’ve been married to Tomás for fourteen years and, although I love him like I did the first day, in bed I’m a lot kinkier than he imagines. I’d never been with two men at the same time. I was forty, had excellent chemistry with my lover, and the chance to cross something huge off my list. I said yes.

We set the date for the following Wednesday, between four and six in the afternoon. Tomás never gets home before eight. I had plenty of time to clean away every trace before he put the key in the lock.

***

That morning I went to the beauty salon on the avenue to get a full wax. On the way back I stopped at the pharmacy and bought a new box of birth control pills. I’d been taking them again for two months, specifically so I could keep fucking Mateo without a condom. I ate very little lunch, took a half-hour nap, and got in the shower.

I put on white shorts that showed off my ass, a semi-sheer pink T-shirt without a bra, and canvas sneakers without socks. I left my panties in the drawer. In the bedroom I made the marital bed where I’d be sleeping with my husband a few hours later, lowered the blinds all the way, and replaced the two bedside lamps with red bulbs I’d bought especially for the occasion. The room ended up with the atmosphere of a sleazy brothel. I smiled at myself in the mirror.

In the living room I set out the ice bucket, two bottles of Coca-Cola, an almost full bottle of J&B, and three tall glasses on the coffee table. I lit a cigarette, grabbed an old magazine, and waited.

***

At four oh two the intercom buzzed. Mateo’s voice on the buzzer made my skin prickle. I pressed the street-door button and leaned toward the peephole to wait for the elevator. When it opened and I saw the two of them come out together, I opened the door before they had to ring and give us away to the neighbors.

Mateo came in first, with the smile I already knew well and the tight black T-shirt he always wore, outlining every muscle in his chest. Behind him came Bruno, much shorter, skinny, his face still a bit marked by acne and with huge eyes that didn’t know where to look. He wore a gray hoodie that was too big on him and a backpack slung over one shoulder, as if he were coming back from school.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked, resting a hand on his arm.

Bruno swallowed and nodded. I showed them into the living room and poured them each one. We spent a long while talking, warming up slowly. Mateo told his brother, without the slightest shame, some of the things we usually did. That he’d go down on me for whole minutes without taking it out once. That I liked being fucked in the ass slowly. That the only time he’d come inside me, I’d screamed in a way he still remembered. Bruno listened with his glass pressed to his mouth, not daring to drink or speak. The way the bulge in his pants kept becoming more obvious told the whole story.

When I got tired of the preamble, I set my glass on the table and asked them to follow me into the bedroom.

***

The red light drew a whistle from both of them. Bruno stayed glued to the door, not knowing what to do. Mateo went straight to the bed, took off his T-shirt, and unbuttoned his pants. I glanced at him: the chest, the shoulders, the line of hair running down from his navel. Then I turned to the boy.

“Come here,” I said.

He came closer. I took his hands and brought them to the waistband of my shorts. Bruno understood. He lowered them so slowly I thought he was going to stay on his knees forever. Then I took off his hoodie, the T-shirt underneath, his jeans. When I pulled down his black boxer briefs, his cock sprang up like a jack-in-the-box. It wasn’t Mateo’s, but it was good, thick, much bigger than my husband’s. I felt my cunt getting wet just looking at it.

Mateo came up behind me, pushed my hair aside, and kissed my neck while kneading my tits. Bruno, still stiff with nerves, looked me in the eyes without daring to touch me. I grabbed his cock with one hand, Mateo’s with the other, and started jerking them both at the same time. Mateo’s tongue was sliding into mine and the piercing scraped my palate. When he pulled back to breathe, I was the one who grabbed Bruno by the nape and kissed him on the mouth.

The boy’s whole body trembled. And as if only then he’d given himself permission, he lowered one hand and touched me between the legs with a skill I’d never have expected from him. Two thin, patient fingers, searching for the right rhythm, finding it. I thought Bruno had practiced with some girlfriend more than enough times.

***

“Lie back on your back,” Mateo told his brother.

Bruno obeyed. I straddled him and guided his cock with my hand until I settled it at my entrance. I was so wet it went in all the way at the first shove. Bruno moaned as if it were the first time he’d ever fucked in his life. Maybe it was. I leaned forward to kiss his mouth and bring my tits close to his face. Behind me I heard Mateo spit into his hand and lube himself up slowly. Then I felt his cock resting against my other hole.

“Ready?” he asked in my ear.

“Put it in,” I answered against Bruno’s lips.

Mateo pushed it into my ass millimeter by millimeter, waiting for the hole to adjust to him. When he was all the way inside, the two of them started moving at once, in opposite directions. The first coordinated thrust made me dig my nails into the boy’s shoulders. The second ripped a groan out of me that Bruno’s mouth muffled just in time.

They both fucked at a rhythm that seemed rehearsed. When one went in, the other came out. When one pushed, the other pulled back. My whole body was a pendulum between two cocks. In less than two minutes I came for the first time. Bruno smothered my cry with a long kiss, and I was grateful, because across the hall there’s a retired couple who hears everything that happens on this landing.

***

The boys had to stop for a bit, soaked in sweat. We took the chance to change positions. I lay down on my back in the middle of the mattress, spread my legs, and motioned for Mateo to get between them. When he shoved into me all the way to the hilt, I hooked my knees over his shoulders to open myself as much as I could. Mateo knows that position by heart. He loves it.

Bruno, meanwhile, sat on my stomach and laid his cock between my tits. I took one breast in each hand and squeezed them against his shaft. When the head appeared near my mouth, I took it in with my tongue. The Cuban cigar brought the boy his first hard sigh of the afternoon. I felt his whole body tense and the sweat drip from his forehead into my hair. He was long, Bruno. Longer than Tomás, with whom this position had never really worked all the way.

Mateo thrust in a dry, deep rhythm, careful not to smash my knees against my chest. When I came for the second time, almost at the same moment Bruno pressed my head against him and filled my mouth with a thick, hot jet. I swallowed without thinking. I didn’t want to interrupt anything. Mateo’s cock exploded inside me seconds later, flooding me with semen, and the orgasm that followed was one of the longest I’d ever had in my life.

***

Bruno collapsed beside me and kissed my mouth with his own taste still inside it. He wasn’t disgusted. On the contrary, his tongue explored everything mine offered him as if he were the one who’d come somewhere else. Mateo let himself fall on the other side and the three of us stayed silent, listening to our breathing.

I lit a single cigarette and passed it to the boy. Bruno took three drags and passed it to his brother. The smoke rose slowly toward the ceiling, cut by the red light. Their feet were pressed against mine. I caught the somewhat strong smell of Bruno’s sneakers, which he’d just taken off, and for some reason it turned me on again.

I slid down toward the foot of the bed, lay down the other way around, and started licking the soles of both their feet. Mateo laughed. Bruno stayed still, surprised. I ran my tongue between their toes, sucked them one by one, unhurriedly. Meanwhile, both their hands were playing at my ass and my cunt, two pairs of curious fingers that no longer needed instructions.

***

When I went back to the head of the bed, both cocks were hard again. This time it was Bruno’s turn to start. He slipped between my legs and slid into me with more confidence than the first time. Mateo brought his cock to my mouth and I sucked him deep while they fucked me. I bit his thighs, ran my tongue over his balls, did everything I know how to do. After a good while, Bruno pulled out, came up to my face, and emptied into my mouth for the second time. Mateo took advantage of the opening below and came back in. He slammed into my depth several times before burning my insides with another load.

When I looked at the clock it was six thirty. We’d gone half an hour over what we’d planned. The three of us got into the shower, and even under the water Mateo grabbed me by the waist and pressed me against the tiles to suck my tits a little more. Bruno was laughing nervously, drying himself with a towel.

Before seven I walked them to the door. Mateo gave me a long kiss. Bruno gave me a shorter one but tighter, and left without looking back. When I closed the door, I had just enough time to air out the bedroom, change the bulbs, wash the glasses in the living room, and dress decently to receive my husband.

That night, luckily, Tomás came home exhausted from work. We ate dinner in silence, watched a bit of TV, and he fell asleep on the sofa. I woke him with a kiss on the forehead, took him to bed, and lay down pressed against his back.

Before closing my eyes, I thought that maybe next time I’d ask Mateo to invite another friend.