My Confession About the Weekend with Three Men

On Sunday we all woke up late, with that sweet laziness of people who have nothing to do. We had lunch together, half naked, still laughing about what had happened the night before. It was stiflingly hot, so after showering in turns we stayed in our underwear for the rest of the morning, without any shame, as if we had known each other for years.

Adrián suggested ordering Chinese food, but Nerea said she couldn’t stay, that she had to get her things ready for work. Carla and I took the chance to leave with her, although we agreed to see each other again the following weekend and organize something for the six of us.

—You owe me that motorcycle ride —Bruno reminded me, looking at me with a crooked smile.

—Okay, but later on, all right? —I replied.

He smiled, satisfied, and that was enough. We got dressed, went to Nerea’s place, grabbed something to eat on the way, and in the end Carla and I took the train back to Zaragoza.

That week we spent walking around, visiting a museum and a couple of nearby towns. On Wednesday Bruno called us to confirm the date and let us know he’d be in the apartment all day. So on Friday we packed our bags and went straight to Alicante, to Adrián’s apartment.

***

We arrived around noon. Bruno was waiting for us with the food already made and a very cold pitcher of summer wine sweating on the table. He took our bags without saying a word: mine he left in his room, Carla’s in Dario’s room. Carla and I looked at each other and smiled. There was no need to say anything.

We ate slowly and lingered over lunch until Dario arrived. He said hello, went into the shower, and came out wearing only shorts, his chest bare and his hair still damp. We spent much of the afternoon talking until Nerea and Adrián showed up and we started debating the plan for the night. Some of us wanted to go dancing, others preferred to have a few beers and snacks in a relaxed way.

—Let’s leave it to chance and that’s it —Carla suggested, holding up a coin.

The idea intrigued them, because around there they didn’t do the coin toss the way they did where I’m from, but in the end calm won out: we went out for tapas.

We got ourselves ready in turns and headed down to the city center. I thought to ask whether there was a tapas street like the ones in Pamplona, and they told me no, but that we could make our own route. In the end we only went to two places, though in both we were comfortable, laughing at any old nonsense.

At first we went around in the couples from last time: Dario with Carla, Adrián with Nerea, me with Bruno. But by the time we left the second bar the order had blurred. Sometimes I was talking with Dario, other times it was Adrián who put his arm around my waist. It was a group thing, without labels, and we all accepted it naturally. We were tipsy, happy, with those slight brushes that aren’t innocent but that you still don’t dare to name.

Around one o’clock we decided to go back. We walked in silence, tossing out the odd comment, and the air felt thick with a tension that in my case was pure anticipation. So what comes next?, I wondered.

***

Back at the apartment, Adrián offered one last drink. Nerea shook her head.

—No, thanks. I’ve had enough already. I think I’m going to sleep.

—Don’t be a killjoy —Dario protested, throwing an arm over my shoulders—. The night is still young. We put on music and that way everyone’s happy.

Bruno backed up the idea, got up, and chose a slow, wordless song, the kind that seems made for moving your hips. He invited Carla to dance and she began to move slowly, letting herself go.

—Hey, hey… too much clothes —Dario teased her.

Carla only smiled and kept swaying around Bruno and Adrián, who soon joined in an improvised choreography that made the rest of us laugh and cheer them on.

I got up to move closer and Dario followed me, dancing like a joking stripper, tracing my silhouette with his hands, inviting Nerea with his eyes to join in. She set her glass of water on the side table and joined the dance.

There we were, all six of us, moving to that sensual music, and the touching stopped being shy. Carla lowered herself with sinuous movements in front of Bruno, running her hands over his chest, while Adrián repeated the gesture along her back. Dario held my waist from behind with one hand and used the other to roam over my side while I danced alone, swaying my hips.

We got hot like that, with our clothes falling off in pieces. Nerea pressed her ass against Dario, who used one hand to unbutton her blouse and with the other tried to pull down my skirt zipper without succeeding. I had to help him. I moved my hips, the skirt fell to the floor, and his hand immediately settled on my ass.

I turned to look at Carla and she was already in her underwear, bent over, rubbing her ass against Adrián’s cock, his pants around his ankles. With one hand she was holding Bruno’s cock and taking it into her mouth eagerly. That sight lit me up all at once, and I guided Dario’s hand from my ass to the center of my legs.

***

Nerea pushed Dario down onto the sofa, pulled his pants down, and knelt to give him a proper blowjob. I sat down beside him, but he motioned for me to stand over his face. He pulled down my panties and started licking me while receiving Nerea’s mouth.

He went on like that, his hands firm on my ass, his tongue insistent, until Nerea stood up, stripped completely, and, turning her back to him, slowly lowered herself onto him until she made him disappear inside her with a long sigh.

Dario sped up the rhythm of his tongue on my clit and I held his head, pressing myself against his mouth, trembling when the orgasm ran through me. I let myself fall beside him, panting, with my panties halfway down my leg and my eyes closed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nerea riding him relentlessly, him clutching at her breasts. Then Bruno came over to me, finished taking off my clothes, lifted my legs, and entered me in one deep thrust without warning. As he moved inside me he held my breasts, intensifying every push.

Dario lifted Nerea and sat her down next to me. And there we stayed, the two of us side by side, sighing, taking our respective lover’s thrusts.

—Slowly, he’s huge —Carla moaned a little farther away, with her legs up, while Adrián kept fucking her again and again—. I can feel you all the way in the back…

All three of us were being taken at the same time by those young, horny men, and in the living room all you could hear were moans and the slap of skin with every hard thrust.

***

I changed position and went back to riding Bruno facing him, taking his kisses on my breasts. Carla, exhausted, asked for mercy and let herself fall onto the rug. Adrián slipped out of her, came over to us, kissed my shoulders, and caressed my ass, pushing me more tightly against Bruno.

He positioned himself behind me and, taking advantage of the fact that his cock was slick with lube, he aimed slowly at my other entrance and pushed carefully until he had me sandwiched between the two of them. We coordinated without words: when I lowered myself onto Bruno, Adrián slid out, and when I rose again he sank back into me. They stayed like that, filling me from both sides, until I felt Adrián’s heat spilling out and kept moving until I reached another orgasm that left me shaking.

Bruno came out of me and went to Carla, who was resting curled up on the rug. He positioned himself behind her and fucked her; all you could hear was her moan as she took him.

Adrián came back from the bathroom, held out his hand to me, and we went to his room. Dario and Nerea were resting on the sofa and watched us pass with a complicit smile.

***

In his room he kissed me calmly, tracing my back, pressing me against him. Then he lay back and I climbed onto the bed, positioned myself between his legs, and took his cock, still half asleep.

—You smell incredible —I told him, and ran my tongue over him a couple of times before taking him into my mouth.

I could feel him growing as I went up and down, holding him by the base. He kept one hand on my head, setting the pace, and with the other he caressed one breast. Then he gently pulled me upward and showed me what he wanted: for me to squeeze him between my breasts. I jerked him off like that for a good while, and every time his tip appeared I brushed it with my tongue.

He laid me on my back, threw my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me deep, drawing a moan from me when he reached the bottom.

—I’d missed your heat —he murmured, and started thrusting hard.

He held me like that for a long time, pressing his chest to my breasts, speeding up until we reached the end together, him puffing and me moaning. I wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn’t pull out, feeling him empty himself as deep inside me as he could, and we stayed tangled together until sleep got the better of us.

***

When I woke up I got out of bed slowly and headed for the bathroom. As I crossed the living room I saw Bruno asleep between Carla and Nerea, both of them cuddled against his chest. I pushed open the bathroom door and found Dario pissing.

—Don’t you ever lock the door? —I scolded him, half laughing.

He was leaning against the wall, directing the stream as best he could around the erection he had.

—It’s like this every morning —he said, shrugging.

—Really?

—And with you here, even more —he replied, turning around. His hand slid over my stomach as he kissed me.

—Wait, I have to do my things. I’ll shower after —I told him, pulling away to sit down.

He stayed standing in front of me, stroking my hair, bringing his cock close to my face.

—What if you come to my room instead and then we shower?

I took his cock and stroked it.

—I’ll join you now. Give me a minute.

***

I finished and went to Dario’s room. He was lying there naked, touching himself slowly. I climbed onto the bed and whispered in his ear:

—So impatient. Couldn’t you wait?

He kissed me and slipped his hand under my blouse, because he hadn’t found my bra. His hand moved from my neck to my breasts, taking off my blouse, while his other hand lifted my skirt and caressed me. His touches and kisses got me hot fast; I ran my hands over his back and spread my legs. He pulled down my panties, I took off my skirt, and I was left naked in the middle of his bed.

He positioned himself between my legs, slid his cock between my lips several times, up and down, making me jump at the contact, and entered slowly all the way to the bottom. He was thicker than Adrián’s, though shorter and very hard. He began moving with abandon, kissing one nipple, roaming over my hips, my legs, my ass, without stopping his thrusts, until he wrung a couple of orgasms from me before spilling inside me and staying there until he slowly slipped out.

After that we got up to shower. As we crossed the living room I saw Adrián taking Nerea on the sofa while Carla was taking care of Bruno with her mouth, not paying any attention to us.

We got under the water together, soaping each other up. Dario got aroused again and, turning me around with my back to him, he caressed my breasts before lifting my ass carefully and going in slowly from behind.

—You’ve got incredible ass —he told me, thrusting calmly, enjoying every inch, until he sped up and finished hard.

***

I dried off, put on a white lace set, a yellow top and denim shorts, and went to prepare lunch, because the morning had already slipped away from us. In the kitchen I found Adrián freshly showered, in boxer briefs, helping Carla with a glass of orange juice and some fruit. She was still in a thong and bra.

—Aren’t you going to get dressed? —I asked them.

—What for? It’s blazing hot —Adrián replied.

Little by little the others appeared and we had lunch together. Then we got ourselves ready and went out to show Alicante to Carla. We went up to Santa Bárbara Castle, walked around the Basilica of Santa María, ate in the old quarter, and went back to the apartment as evening fell.

***

And there, amid hugs and complaints that we were already leaving, the caresses started again. Between jokes and teasing they stripped Carla and me naked, like a farewell.

Dario undressed me and I undressed him, until Bruno sat down on the sofa with his cock standing up. I positioned myself between his legs and began kissing and stroking him. Adrián did the same with Nerea, and Dario with Carla. The two of them got down on all fours, one facing Dario and the other facing Adrián, and between laughs they gave them blowjobs, their asses bumping with each movement and shifting to tease each other.

I sat up, straddled Bruno and guided him toward me, lowering myself slowly until I took him all the way in. In the room all you could hear were sighs, gasps, and the occasional wet sound from mouths. I rode him for quite a while, his hands on my ass, his mouth alternating between my breasts, until I came and let myself fall onto his chest.

He asked me to turn around and I obeyed. He fucked me like that, propped on his knees, up and down, with a scene in front of me that was insanely exciting: Carla between Dario and Adrián, one in front and one behind, while Nerea took one of their mouths. The two of them moaned without restraint.

Bruno sped up and emptied himself inside me with an orgasm I felt in every hot spurt. Then he pulled out, still hard, put me on all fours on the rug, and went in from behind, thrusting slowly at first, faster after that, until he finished again, this time on my ass.

***

We went to shower, them in one bathroom and us in the other, talking and laughing about everything we’d experienced. We got dressed, packed our bags, and said goodbye. Nerea and Adrián accompanied us to the station, and Carla and I took the train back in silence, with that smile only the two of us understood.