My Assistant, My Wife, and That Afternoon on the Terrace

That January afternoon I had sat down on the terrace with an ice-cold drink in my hand, waiting for the sun to drop a little. The air was heavy, the mosaic floor burned even through sandals, and from my lounger I listened to the monotonous splashing of Mateo cleaning the pool with the net.

Mateo was, to put a formal name on it, my assistant. In practice he did a bit of everything: the studio calendar, payments, shopping, garden maintenance. He was only twenty-two, tall, athletic, with that just-right lean build held together by the gym and by having time. I had asked him to clean the pool in a swimsuit, and he had shown up in a tiny, tight pair of trunks that covered absolutely nothing. When he bent over to scoop out the leaves, his ass was outlined like it had been drawn in, and from where I sat I could not stop staring at the bulge swelling against the black fabric.

Lucía came out onto the terrace carrying three glasses on a tray. She had decided we should wait for Mateo to have a drink all together. My wife is the kind who flirts without asking permission, and she does it on purpose; she likes the effect she has, likes watching the other person tremble a little before apologizing for looking at her.

“Come on, put the net down,” she told him when Mateo came up to the edge, still wet. “You’re sweating like a horse.”

Mateo climbed the two stone steps and took the glass. Water ran down his chest in thin streams and settled at the waistband of the trunks, which clung to his body like a second skin. Lucía sat down on the lounger next to mine and crossed her long legs, showing a tan knee beneath the inside edge of her wrap skirt.

“How’s it going?” she asked, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Fine, ma’am,” he said, dropping his gaze to the glass.

He had called her “ma’am” from day one, even though Lucía was probably only about ten years older than him. He called her “ma’am” because she had demanded it. And he called her “ma’am” because by then he already knew there were rules in that house that he had not made.

***

When Lucía came back from the kitchen with the second round, she had changed the wrap skirt for a dental-floss thong and a bra that barely covered her nipples. “It’s terribly hot,” she said, as if nothing were going on. Mateo froze with the glass halfway to his mouth. His erection lifted the fabric of his trunks so obviously it was almost touching.

“Looks like you like what you’re seeing,” Lucía said with a little smile.

“No, ma’am,” he answered, not daring to look.

“No?”

“I don’t like it. It drives me crazy. You know that.”

Lucía walked the three steps that separated her from Mateo and buried his face between her breasts. She gave him a short kiss on the mouth, almost maternal, and then pushed his head back against her again. Mateo closed his eyes and let her do it. The rules, again. He could feel her but he could not grab her. He could not slide a hand around her waist or slip a finger inside her. With me he could do whatever he wanted, we had talked about that for months. With her, no.

Watching them, I felt the blood go straight to my cock in one rush. Lucía left Mateo, came over to my lounger, and sat on top of me without warning. She kissed me long, with tongue, while she rocked her hips forward and back as if we were already fucking. I pulled her bra down with my teeth and bit a nipple.

“All right,” she said, never stopping her movement. “Mateo, stop touching yourself.”

I had forgotten to look, but he was standing two meters from us, his trunks pulled down to mid-thigh and his hand wrapped around his cock.

“Come here. Suck your boss’s dick.”

Mateo knelt between my legs so fast he almost fell. He yanked my shorts down and took half of me into his mouth on the first stroke. I was not new to him, but he was not new to me either: by then we knew each other’s rhythm. He knew exactly which part of his tongue to tease my tip with to make me grip the armrests.

Lucía stood up from my lap and moved behind the lounger. She kissed my neck while she ran her open hands over my chest and abdomen. Then she knelt beside Mateo, and the two of them started taking turns: she sucked me off, he licked my balls; he swallowed me, she ran her tongue over my perineum. Now and then I felt Mateo’s hands sliding up the insides of my thighs until he was squeezing my ass, trying to get in.

***

“Come here,” Lucía told Mateo, and led him by the arm to the long sofa on the terrace.

She laid him on his back, pulled his trunks off completely, and threw herself on top of him to suck him. Mateo had a cock longer and thicker than mine. Lucía grabbed his balls with one hand and jerked him with the other while she took him into her mouth. I sat on the edge of the lounger, grabbed my dick, and started jacking off watching them.

Then I moved closer, stroked Mateo’s hair, and brought my cock to his mouth. He took it without looking at me. I hooked one leg over his shoulder and sat just barely on his chest, enough to feed him my cock from above. His hands squeezed my ass, spreading me apart, and one finger slipped inside each time he breathed.

“Can I?” Lucía asked, still with her hand around Mateo’s cock.

“Get up on it.”

She climbed on top as if she had spent the whole afternoon waiting for that permission. She lined his cock up with her hand and took him in with one hard thrust. She started moving fast, almost bouncing, and her tits were bobbing at Mateo’s face, which he was seeking out with his mouth. I got off the sofa and stood to the side, stroking myself slowly so I wouldn’t come.

***

I didn’t hear her come in. The terrace door was open, of course. Daniela had had the house key for months, she was Lucía’s assistant in the studio and would walk in without ringing when she came to drop something off from the office. I looked up and found her standing in the doorway, a folder clutched to her chest and her face pale.

“Sorry,” she started to say, and turned to leave.

“Stay.”

She stayed. Lucía looked at her from the sofa, still moving, and smiled as if greeting her in the kitchen. I went over to Daniela, took the folder from her hand, and left it on a chair. She was in her early thirties, skinny, wearing a long linen skirt and a blouse buttoned all the way to the neck. I undid the blouse without asking. She did not ask anything either.

I laid her down on another lounger. I opened her legs and took off her panties. She wasn’t shaved, she smelled strong, like an office afternoon, like sweat, like something else, and I liked it. I buried my tongue between her legs and moved it slowly, listening to her breathe faster and faster. When I thought she was ready, I turned her over, put her on all fours, and ran a finger over her ass. I spit, spread the spit, and slid one finger inside her. Then two.

“You’re going to be nice, right?” she said, her voice strained.

“No.”

I shoved my cock in all at once. Daniela cried out, a short, sharp cry, and let her head fall against the lounger. I held her by the hips and started moving.

Lucía came down from the sofa. She walked over to us unhurriedly, grabbed Daniela’s hair, and yanked her head back.

“You still haven’t learned to ring the bell?”

She slapped her with an open hand. Daniela closed her eyes. She slapped her again on the other side. I felt her ass clench around my cock and her whole body begin to tremble. She was coming. She came with my wife’s hand in her hair and mine dug into her hips, and she kept breathing against the fabric of the lounger, her hair stuck to her face.

“That’s enough,” Lucía told her, almost tenderly, and sat down beside her.

The two of them stayed together for a long while, kissing, touching each other as if I were not there. I slid out of Daniela slowly and went to look for Mateo, who was still on the sofa with his cock standing straight up toward the ceiling.

***

“Come here,” I said.

He came. This time he licked me from the head all the way back, lingered there a long while with his tongue inside, then moistened a finger with spit and pushed it into me. At the same time he took my whole cock into his mouth. I gripped the back of the sofa and stopped thinking.

I laid him on the floor, on the cool terrace tiles, and positioned myself the other way around over him. His cock filled my mouth with difficulty. His was for me, and mine for him, and the two of us sucked without urgency, without coming yet.

When I looked up, I saw that Lucía had sat on Daniela’s face, gripping her hair with both hands, forcing her not to stop. Daniela had her legs spread and Mateo, without asking permission, moved in and buried his face between her legs. I got myself behind Mateo, put my hands on his hips, spit on his ass, and started to enter.

He was tight, too tight, and I went in slowly, millimeter by millimeter, until I had him all the way in. Then patience stopped mattering. I grabbed him by the waist and started moving fast. I reached for his cock with my hand to jerk him off at the same time. I could feel I was going to come very soon, too soon, and I did not want to stop.

“Inside,” he said, without lifting his face from between Daniela’s legs.

I came inside. It took me a while to pull out. When I finally pulled out, I turned him over, bent down, and took him into my mouth. I grabbed his balls with one hand and ran my tongue over his frenulum with the other. He came almost at once, with a long moan, and filled my mouth with so much that it spilled out the side of my lips.

Lucía got down from Daniela’s face and threw herself on top of me to lick my face. We shared what was left. Daniela was still sprawled out, still breathing as if she had just come back from a run.

***

After that, the four of us lay on the double bed we have off to one side of the terrace, beneath the awning. The sun was finally going down. Someone turned on a small speaker playing far off. Mateo fell asleep first, his face pressed against my chest. Daniela settled on the other side of Lucía. My wife found my hand over the boy’s body and squeezed it twice, as if telling me something that no longer needed saying.

That was the first afternoon. There were several after that.