My husband offered me up to close the best deal

My name is Marta, I’m fifty-one, and I’ve spent half my life in a marriage 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 a flame alive that would otherwise have gone out long ago.

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

—Dress up. 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 slowly crossed my legs at the other end of the table.

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 teasing me like this, one day I won’t know how to stop myself.

I kissed him very close to the corner of his mouth, just enough to leave it in doubt.

—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 half discussed it for weeks: if he wanted to close the renewal on the best possible terms, there was a card on the table that only I could play. We would do it at the country house, away from everything. Me, as his wife. Them.

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

—What do you mean, four?

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

I stayed silent for a moment, letting the idea run through me completely. What I felt wasn’t fear.

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

—Only as far as we want —he replied—. Wednesday and Thursday, all day. And after that, once a year.

***

On Wednesday I got up early and swam my laps in the pool, as every morning. Then I went to the beauty salon and had my entire body waxed except for a triangle I decided to keep. I bought lingerie that isn’t meant for sleeping, lubricant, a couple of toys and, just 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 that only the two of us would ever see.

—Where did you meet them? —I asked while I was doing my makeup.

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

We arrived an hour early. I had put on a black lace dress that promised a lot and hid very little, garter stockings, sky-high heels and, over everything, a red trench coat that made me feel powerful. My lipstick matched it.

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 older ones.

Ramiro was the first. His hand landed on my knee under the table, slowly slid up the inside of my thigh and stopped just where the stocking ended. On the other side, Bruno did the same. I pushed my chair back a little so they could reach better, without stopping nodding along to what the notary was reading as if nothing were happening.

—Marta —Ramiro said softly—, 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 eye, slid my panties down until they fell to the floor. The notary cleared his throat and fixed his gaze on the papers.

—Come on, let’s sign already —Bruno said with a smile—. We’ve got a lot of work this afternoon with the lady.

The four brothers signed. Then Daniel. Then me. Last was the notary, who gathered his folders and left almost without saying goodbye. Daniel made as if to escort him out, but Ramiro held him by the wrist.

—Wait, mate. You’re taking part too.

***

What happened in that room still isn’t easy for me to sort out. Tomás, the third brother, went up to my husband and yanked his trousers down in one move. He knelt in front of him and took him in his mouth without asking. Daniel, who had never hidden that he liked that part too, closed his eyes and let himself be handled.

As for me, Ramiro had already pulled my dress over my head and had me lying on my back on the table. I ran my tongue along his length while Bruno and Andrés, the youngest, shared themselves between my legs and the curve of my ass. I had mouths everywhere and I didn’t know which one to pay attention to first.

Ramiro brushed his brothers aside with a gesture, put me on all fours on the table and asked Daniel to help him. My husband, far from getting annoyed, came over, worked him up with his mouth and guided him toward me. Then he got down beside me, on all fours too, while Tomás fucked him from behind.

Ramiro held my hair and forced me to arch my back. He thrust in and out with a force that tore sounds from me I didn’t recognize as my own. I came one after another, chained together, with no time to catch my breath, until Andrés filled my mouth and left me voiceless. Ramiro came inside me with a growl and pulled out slowly.

When I lifted my face, Daniel was still between Tomás and Koldo, the fourth, tending to both of them at once with a devotion I had never seen at home. I devoted myself to cleaning, with my tongue, what remained of that first assault, one by one.

***

We took a break for lunch. In the middle of the meal, Bruno asked me to go to the bathroom before he did. I understood the code and got up without protesting.

The men’s bathroom was empty. I left the door slightly ajar on purpose. I had barely settled in when a waiter came in, a boy of about twenty, and behind him, Bruno.

—Take care of him —he ordered.

I pulled the boy’s trousers down, and he couldn’t believe what was happening to him, and I took him into my mouth with both hands. Bruno made me bend over the sink, lifted my dress and entered without waiting. The boy came first, with a clumsy novice’s tremor. Bruno held on a little longer, gripping my hips in front of the mirror.

When we left the restaurant, I was no longer wearing the dress. Just the red trench coat over naked skin, the stockings and the heels. Bruno and Koldo had taken me on top of a table in a private room, and Daniel had disappeared for a good while with Andrés. Ramiro, meanwhile, never left my mouth.

***

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 who gripped the steering wheel as if his life depended on it. I kept pointing out the way to the country house. At one intersection I realized the trench coat had come open and my breasts were out. He tried not to look and looked anyway.

I knelt in the gap between the seats, undid his belt and freed him. I took care of him slowly, without rushing, while the brothers cheered from behind like it was a game. The boy came before we even got there, and they applauded the feat amid laughter. He dropped us at the door without daring to look me in the face.

***

The house was waiting for us with the indoor pool lit and a long table on the terrace. While the brothers undressed outside, I called two friends with whom I share this kind of afternoons. 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 kicked off again. Daniel was given no respite among the younger brothers. I devoted myself to Ramiro: I straddled him and rode him while he held me up in his arms, lifting and lowering me with pure muscle.

I didn’t take long to notice other hands opening me from behind. It was Koldo, who entered slowly and began moving at a pace that gave me no relief. Ramiro only held me; Koldo did the rest, until he emptied himself with a long spasm. Tomás took his place, this time holding me by the thighs, while Ramiro stayed buried in me from the front.

Ramiro was pounding me as if he wanted to leave a mark on me. 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, and came inside me at the same time as his brother. Afterward he carried me to a deckchair and left me there, exhausted.

—How’s your body holding up? —he asked, 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 whatever you want.

—Would you eat my wife out?

I looked at him without fully understanding.

—Does your wife like women?

—She thinks I don’t know. But she’s been getting along with one of my secretaries for months. —He paused—. What I’d really like is for your husband to take her to bed. With her, he’d go crazy.

I didn’t promise anything. I told him those things should be talked over calmly, another day, and he laughed and left the subject hanging in the air, like a seed.

***

On Friday morning the Valdésez had to leave. We all had breakfast together, naked on the terrace, with that strange familiarity that only gets built after sharing what we had shared. I sat on Ramiro’s lap and took him one last time, slowly, with almost no strength left in either of us.

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 the one left out. They came with almost nothing, emptied after two days. Ramiro took a little longer, but finished inside me with the sigh of a satisfied man.

When the cars disappeared down the dirt road, I stayed for a while alone on the deckchair, with Daniel beside me smoking in silence. Neither of us said anything. It wasn’t necessary. The contract was signed, the company was safe, and I, once a year, knew exactly what my part of the bargain was worth.

That afternoon I called my masseur. He’s a charming boy, one of those who put the body back where it belongs. And trust me, after those two days, I needed him like never before.