My Husband Offered Me Up to Close the Best Deal

My name is Marta, I’m fifty-one years old, and I’ve spent half my life in a marriage that most people wouldn’t understand. Daniel and I learned early on that jealousy was a luxury we couldn’t afford if we wanted to last, and over the years that turned into something else: a shared game, a way to keep alive a flame that would otherwise have gone out long ago.

What I’m about to tell happened the year it was time to renew the most important contract at his company. The clients were two brothers, the Valdés, owners of a distribution company that carried a good part of Daniel’s accounts. They were around sixty. Every time they came to dinner at our house, my husband would whisper the same thing in my ear.

—Dress up nicely. Get them a little hot. It doesn’t matter.

And I did. I liked doing it. I liked the way their eyes drifted to my cleavage, how they stumbled over the numbers while I crossed my legs slowly on the other side of the table, letting my skirt rise just enough for them to catch the edge of my stocking.

Three months before the signing, Ramiro, the older of the two, caught me by the arm in the hallway and pulled me away from the others.

—Marta, if you keep provoking me like this, one day I won’t know how to hold back.

I kissed him very close to the corner of his lips, just enough to leave him in doubt, and at the same time I brushed the bulge that marked his pants with my hand. His old dick was already hard, just from having me close.

—You’ll know how you do it —I told him, and I left before he could answer.

That night, in bed, Daniel asked me how far I’d be willing to go. It wasn’t an innocent question. We’d been half-discussing it for weeks: if he wanted to close the renewal on the best possible terms, there was one card on the table that only I could play. We would do it at the country house, away from everything. Me, as the woman. Them.

—Honey, there aren’t two —he corrected me, glancing sideways at me—. There are four.

—Four?

—The Valdés have two younger brothers in the company. And all four want to be there. At the same time.

I fell silent for a moment, letting the idea run through me from head to toe. Four cocks for me alone for two days. Four mouths, four pairs of hands, four loads of cum that were going to end up inside me. It wasn’t fear I felt. It was a low, wet heat that soaked my panties right there and then.

—The contract is worth it —I said at last.

—As far as we want —he replied—. Whole Wednesday and Thursday. And after that, once a year.

I slipped my hand into his pajamas and grabbed his cock, already hard from imagining it. I sucked him slowly, looking him in the eye, until he came in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. Daniel fell asleep with a smile. I stayed up for a while touching my cunt in the dark, thinking about what was coming.

***

On Wednesday I got up early and swam my lengths in the pool, as I did every morning. Then I went to the beautician and had my whole body waxed except for a triangle I decided to keep. I bought lingerie you don’t wear to sleep in, lubricant, a couple of toys, and, in case nerves got the better of age, a box of blue pills for my guests.

Daniel and I arrived at the country house in the middle of the afternoon. We left food and drink for several days and checked that the cameras we’d installed at the time were still recording in every corner. That was another one of our rules: to keep a memory only the two of us would ever watch.

—Where did you meet them? —I asked while I put on my makeup.

—At the office. With them and the notary. The signing is there.

We arrived an hour early. I had put on a black lace dress that promised a lot and hid little, stockings with garters, sky-high heels and, over it all, a red trench coat that made me feel powerful. My lipstick was the same red. Under the dress, a tiny thong that was already wet before I left the house.

The four brothers showed up almost at the same time as the notary, an older man with round glasses who greeted us with a formality that wouldn’t last long. The seven of us sat around the long boardroom table. The notary began reading the clauses. I ended up between Ramiro and Bruno, the two oldest.

Ramiro was the first. His hand rested on my knee beneath the table, then slowly climbed the inside of my thigh and stopped right where the stocking ended. On the other side, Bruno did the same. I slid my chair back a little so they could reach better, while I kept nodding to what the notary was reading as if nothing were happening. Ramiro’s fingers moved my thong aside and found my soaking cunt. He let out a low growl he disguised as a cough. Bruno, rougher, shoved two fingers into me in one go and started moving them inside, looking for that spot that makes me grind my teeth.

—Marta —Ramiro said in a low voice—, take off your underwear. In front of your husband and the notary.

I stood up, climbed onto the edge of the table and, looking Daniel in the eyes, slid my panties down until they fell to the floor. The dress opened just enough for the four brothers to see the shaved triangle and the shining lips. The notary cleared his throat and fixed his eyes on the papers, but the bulge in his pants was obvious.

—Let’s just sign already —Bruno said with a smile—. We’ve got a lot of work ahead with the lady this afternoon.

The four brothers signed. Then Daniel. Then me. Last came the notary, who gathered his folders and left almost without saying goodbye. Daniel made a move to walk him out, but Ramiro stopped him by the wrist.

—Wait, son. You’re taking part too.

***

What happened in that room still isn’t easy for me to sort out. Tomás, the third brother, walked up to my husband and yanked his trousers down in one motion. He pulled out his cock, already half hard, and knelt in front of him. He took the whole thing in his mouth in one stroke, down to the root, and started sucking him with the technique of so many years of hidden practice. Daniel, who had never hidden that he liked that part too, closed his eyes, put a hand on Tomás’s bald nape, and let himself have his mouth fucked without resisting.

By then, Ramiro had already pulled my dress over my head and had me lying on my back on the table. I unbuckled his belt and freed his shaft: thick, dark, veins standing out, with a thick drop already beading at the tip. I ran my tongue over the full length, from the base to the glans, before taking it in my mouth until it arched me. I sucked it hungrily, lips tight, making sloppy wet sounds while Bruno spread my legs and Andrés, the youngest, turned my face halfway around to lick my ass. Bruno’s tongue was buried in my cunt, Andrés’s was between my cheeks, and Ramiro’s cock was pounding my throat. I didn’t know which one to attend to first, so I just let go. I cried out with my mouth full and felt the first orgasm rise from my feet.

Ramiro waved his brothers off with a gesture, set me on all fours on the table and asked Daniel to help him. My husband, far from being bothered, came over, got it ready with his mouth —licking the whole thing, spitting saliva on the glans to lubricate it— and guided it to my cunt. I felt the tip open me and then the whole cock slam in, without mercy, all the way to the bottom.

—You’re so tight, you little bitch —Ramiro growled—. Like a twenty-year-old’s.

Daniel positioned himself beside me, on all fours too on the table, while Tomás penetrated him from behind. I heard the slap of lubricant, my husband’s muffled moans, the dull thud of Tomás’s hips against Daniel’s white ass. We were both being fucked at the same time, side by side, and I reached out to grab Daniel’s cock while Ramiro drove into me.

Ramiro held me by the hair and forced my back into a deep arch. He came in and out with a force that tore sounds from me I didn’t even recognize as my own. The whole cock, to the balls, a hammer rhythm. Bruno came up to my face and shoved his dick into my mouth; I sucked it as best I could, between thrusts, tasting that salty male sweat. Andrés got under the table, slipped between my legs, and started licking my clit while his brother fucked me. It was too much. I had orgasms one after another, chained together, no time to catch my breath, until Andrés filled my mouth with a hot, thick jet and left me speechless. I swallowed what I could; the rest ran down my chin. Ramiro finished inside me with a growl, three long drives, and I felt him empty hotly against the back of my cunt. He pulled out slowly, leaving a thick strand that dripped onto the table.

When I lifted my face, Daniel was still between Tomás and Koldo, the fourth brother, servicing both of them at once with a devotion I’d never seen him show at home. He had one cock in his mouth and the other in his ass, and he moved back and forth, drawing moans from both. I devoted myself to cleaning up with my tongue, one by one, what was left of that first assault: the soft cocks, still heavy, the stained thighs, the mixed cum that had stuck in their pubic hair.

***

We took a break for lunch. Halfway through the meal, Bruno asked me to go to the bathroom before he did. I understood the code and got up without a word.

The men’s bathroom was empty. I left the door ajar on purpose. I’d barely gotten myself settled when a waiter came in, a guy about twenty, and behind him, Bruno.

—Take care of him —he ordered me.

I pulled the boy’s trousers down; he couldn’t believe what was happening to him, and I found his cock already stiff, young, hard as a rock. I took it into my mouth with both hands, swallowed it whole, and started sucking it hard while he clung to the sink so he wouldn’t fall. Bruno, behind me, lifted my dress and spat on my cunt before pushing in. He entered without waiting, with one thrust, all the way to the bottom. I was left breathless for a moment, with Bruno’s cock splitting me from behind and the waiter’s bouncing against my palate.

The boy came first, with a clumsy novice’s shudder, and filled my mouth with a long spurt I couldn’t swallow in one go. It dribbled from the corner of my lips and fell onto his balls. Bruno held out a little longer, gripping my hips in front of the mirror, fucking me at a brutal rhythm that made my breasts bang against the porcelain. He came inside with a roar, pinning me against the sink, and stayed like that for a moment, throbbing inside me, before pulling out. I felt the cum slide down my thighs and I didn’t wipe it away: I pulled my stockings up over the stains and left the bathroom with a flushed smile.

When we left the restaurant, I wasn’t wearing the dress anymore. Only the red trench coat over bare skin, the stockings and the heels. Bruno and Koldo had taken me on top of a table in a private room: one in my cunt, the other in my ass, both at once, while I bit the tablecloth to keep from screaming. They both came inside almost at the same time. Daniel had vanished for quite a while with Andrés in another private room, and came back with swollen lips and a shine in his eyes I knew very well. Ramiro, meanwhile, didn’t leave my mouth the whole meal; he had me on my knees under the table for half of the second course, sucking him slowly until he emptied once more between my lips.

***

A van picked us up. The four brothers settled into the back seats and I sat in front, next to the driver, a young guy gripping the wheel as if his life depended on it. I kept pointing out the way to the country house. At some intersection I realized the trench coat had come open and my breasts were out, nipples hard from the air conditioning. He tried not to look and kept looking.

I knelt in the space between the seats, unbuckled him and lowered the zipper. His cock sprang out, stiff, red, throbbing. I licked it first from underneath, slowly tracing the vein up to the tip, and then I took it all into my mouth. I took care of him without hurry, sucking hard, letting saliva run down to his balls while he tried to keep his eyes on the road. The brothers cheered from the back like they were at a match.

—Eat it all, slut! —Andrés shouted.

—Swallow it, so not a drop hits the seat! —Koldo laughed.

The boy came before we even arrived, with a spasm that nearly sent him out of his lane, and unloaded a hot jet in my mouth that I swallowed without letting a single drop fall. They applauded the feat, laughing. He dropped us off at the door without daring to look me in the face.

***

The house was waiting for us with the indoor pool lit up and a long table on the terrace. While the brothers undressed outside, I called two friends with whom I share this kind of afternoon. They’re both married, both enjoy it as much as I do. I asked them to come as waitresses and told them the rest was up to them, if they felt like it. They did.

They arrived dressed impossibly, with ridiculous caps and stiletto heels, and the party started up again. Daniel wasn’t given a moment’s rest by the younger brothers: they put him on all fours beside the pool and took turns with his ass, one after another, while he moaned shamelessly. I devoted myself to Ramiro: I straddled him and rode him while he held me aloft with his arms, lifting me up and down on his cock by brute strength as if I weighed nothing. Every drop down drove him all the way in and tore a fresh moan from me.

I soon noticed other hands opening me from behind. It was Koldo, who had spat into his hand and was lubing his cock against my asshole. He pushed in slowly at first, until the head passed, and then he entered in one stroke. I felt two cocks inside at once, Ramiro’s filling my cunt and Koldo’s opening my ass, and for a moment I thought I’d split in two. They started moving in sync, one going in as the other came out, and I stayed hanging from Ramiro’s shoulders, moaning like a madwoman. Ramiro only held me; Koldo did the rest, driving into my ass with a force that made me bounce between the two bodies. He emptied into my asshole with a long spasm, pressing me against Ramiro. Tomás took his place, this time holding me by the thighs, while Ramiro stayed buried in me up front. Tomás shoved it into my ass with the lubrication of his brother’s cum and fucked me at a different pace, slower but deeper, while whispering filthy things in my ear.

—Look at you swallowing it, you whore. Look at that ass clench. You’re going to end up wrecked.

Ramiro drove into me as if he meant to leave a mark. He ate my mouth with a strange, almost tender passion, as if instead of a closed deal this were the first time with someone he truly loved. He bit my lips, pinched my nipples until I screamed, and he finished inside me at the same time as his brother. I felt both hot streams, one in my cunt and one in my ass, and I came too, with a long shudder that left my legs useless. Afterward he carried me in his arms to a lounger and left me there, exhausted, with my legs open and cum dripping from both sides.

—How’s your body holding up? —he asked me, brushing my hair away from my face.

—Tired —I admitted—. But I’m yours for two whole days and once a year. Ask me for anything.

—Would you eat my wife’s cunt?

I looked at him, not fully understanding.

—Does your wife like women?

—She thinks I don’t know. But she’s been fucking one of my secretaries for months. —He paused—. What I’d really like is for your husband to take her to bed. He’d drive her crazy.

I didn’t promise anything. I told him those things were something to talk about calmly, another day, and he laughed and left it hanging in the air like a seed.

***

On Friday morning the Valdés had to leave. We all had breakfast together, naked on the terrace, with that strange familiarity that only gets built after sharing what we’d shared. I sat on Ramiro’s lap and took his cock one last time, slowly, with almost no strength left in either of us. I rode him at the slow rhythm of someone who knows it’s a goodbye, feeling him go all the way in with every drop down.

I asked the other three to come closer. I took care of them two at a time with my mouth while with my free hand I reached for the one left out. I sucked one cock, let it go, switched to the next, never stopping stroking the other two. They came with hardly anything left, emptied after two days, thick drops that barely filled my tongue. Ramiro took a little longer, but he finished inside me with the sigh of a satisfied man, pressing me against his chest until he stopped throbbing.

When the cars disappeared down the dirt road, I stayed for a while alone on the lounger, with Daniel beside me smoking in silence. Neither of us said anything. There was no need. The contract was signed, the company was safe, and I, for once a year, knew exactly what my share of the bargain was worth.

That afternoon I called my masseur. He’s a charming boy, one of those who put your body back where it belongs. And believe me, after those two days I needed him more than ever.