The Dare Game That Exposed Mateo’s Fantasy
The hum of the fan was the only sound filling Mateo’s apartment that Thursday night. He had spent half an hour in front of the computer, pretending to go over work emails when in reality he was waiting for a message. Camila had a habit of writing to him at odd hours, almost always after going out with someone.
The notification came after eleven. A photo gallery. Mateo opened them one by one, feeling the heat climb up his neck. Camila appeared in front of a mirror with her blouse slipping off, her hair tousled, a smile he knew far too well. In one of the photos, a clear thread of semen ran from the corner of her mouth down to her chin. In another, her tits were out and a finger was shoved between the lips of a swollen, still-shiny cunt. And then, an audio message.
—I’m sending them in case you missed me —said the voice, low, almost amused—. I just got down from the top of a huge cock, my love. I’ll tell you later how he fucked me.
I’ll tell you later. That phrase was the real trigger. The photos were nothing compared to the way Camila narrated her encounters, the details of other people’s hands on her, the cocks she had sucked, the positions she had let herself get fucked in, the filthy things she let people whisper in her ear while they drove into her to the hilt.
They were not a couple. They had never put a label on whatever was happening between them. They had met a year earlier in a downtown bar, one night when alcohol and hormones pushed them into the bathroom and they ended up kissing against the door. That first time he had shoved two fingers into her cunt while pressing her against the tiles, and she had wrapped a sure hand around his cock over his pants. Since then, the dynamic flowed without a name: sometimes they slept together, sometimes she left with someone else, sometimes he ran into her at a party on the arm of another man and the three of them laughed at the bar as if nothing were happening.
What was strange was that Mateo didn’t mind. On the contrary. The first time he saw her kissing a stranger on the dance floor, he felt an uneasy heat that took him hours to identify. That same night, when she asked him to walk her home, he found himself listening to her describe the kiss with an interest that wasn’t curiosity. It was something else. Something he didn’t dare name.
***
A week later, Camila suggested drinks with Renata, her college friend. Mateo had crossed paths with Renata several times, but there had never been more than a polite hello. That night, however, the conversation quickly drifted into dangerous territory.
—Tell him about the weekend —Camila said, stirring the ice in her glass with her finger—. The guy from the bar.
—Are you sure he’ll be interested? —Renata asked, glancing sideways at Mateo.
—Trust me.
Camila started telling the story. She spoke with that slow cadence she used when she knew she was being watched. She described the way the stranger had put a hand on her waist, how they had kissed against a wall while people kept dancing around them. She mentioned, almost in passing, how obvious the guy’s erection was through his jeans.
—I grabbed his cock over the fabric and it was rock hard —she said, staring straight at Mateo—. I squeezed it hard enough to rip a groan out of him. Then he took me to the bathroom, pulled down my panties, and ate my cunt on his knees until I came in his mouth. And we hadn’t even really started yet.
Mateo tried to keep his face still. He felt the discomfort slide down his body, straight to his crotch. Renata noticed it immediately. She dropped her gaze to his lap, lifted her eyebrows, and laughed.
—Someone’s enjoying the story a little too much —she said, with a smile that wasn’t trying to humiliate him, but to corner him—. It’s all showing through his pants.
—I told you —Camila replied, unsurprised—. Sometimes I tell him things just to see him like that. He gets rock hard listening to me talk about other men fucking me.
—Does that really turn you on, hearing that? —Renata asked, leaning a little over the table. Her neckline fell open and Mateo caught a glimpse of the edge of a dark nipple peeking out beneath her bra.
Mateo took a long drink before answering. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about the answer, but it was the first time anyone had asked him out loud.
—I guess so. I don’t really know why. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, it’s not that.
—I’m not uncomfortable —Renata said—. I’m fascinated.
—And what if two people kissed in front of you? —Camila asked—. Would you like that too?
He nodded before thinking. Renata and Camila looked at each other. It was one of those exchanges of glances that lasts a second and decides everything that will happen next.
—We have to test it —Camila said.
She leaned toward Renata over the back of the sofa and kissed her with her mouth open, eyes half closed. It wasn’t a quick showy kiss. It was a long kiss, with hands on the nape of the neck, with tongues tangled and visible every time they parted their lips by an inch. Camila slid her hand under Renata’s blouse and squeezed one of her tits without the slightest attempt to hide it, pinching her nipple through the lace of the bra. Renata let out a low moan inside Camila’s mouth. Mateo didn’t know where to look and at the same time couldn’t stop looking. He could feel his cock throbbing against the zipper, painfully hard.
—Did you like that? —Renata asked when they broke apart, laughing, their lips glossy with spit.
—It’s pretty obvious she did —Camila answered, dragging an index finger over the fabric of Mateo’s pants, right where there was no way to hide anything. She traced the outline of his cock from base to tip, just barely squeezing. Mateo clenched his teeth.
***
—Is this kind of like being a voyeur? —Renata asked, curiosity now winning out over caution—. Would you like to spy on people or something like that?
—Not exactly —Mateo said, choosing his words carefully—. It’s not about hiding. It’s about knowing I’m part of it. Watching, or imagining the details. I guess you two feel something similar when you watch porn with someone you’re attracted to.
—And what if the person had an emotional bond with you? —Camila asked—. Like a partner. Would you like seeing her with someone else?
—I guess so —he replied, and was surprised by how quickly the words came out.
—I’ve never heard a guy say that out loud —Renata said, resting her chin on her hand—. Most people would kill themselves trying to pretend the opposite. Do you know why it turns you on?
—I’m not fully sure. Something about knowing that the person I care about is enjoying herself too. Something in the head, in the mental image. I can’t really explain it because I’d never put it into words before.
Camila looked at him as if she were seeing a stranger. It wasn’t contempt. It was something more like curious tenderness.
—The good thing —Renata said, lifting her glass— is we’ll never see you cry because you got cheated on. It’s a superpower, seriously.
They both laughed. Mateo laughed too, half from discomfort, half from relief.
***
Over the following weeks, Camila and Renata turned Mateo’s fantasy into an inside joke. They sent him provocative photos with notes like “look what you missed last night.” One morning, Renata sent him an image of herself with semen covering her face —thick ropes across her forehead, nose, and parted lips— and a wicked smile. Underneath she wrote: “he came three times, he couldn’t take it anymore.” Camila sent a series showing herself on her knees with someone else’s cock shoved down her throat, the guy’s hand gripping her hair. They dubbed him “little cuck,” and for a whole month there was no group conversation in which the nickname didn’t come up.
What was curious was how, as the days went by, Renata started showing up more often. First by coincidence. Then by insistence. One afternoon she texted him without Camila and asked him to get coffee. In the café, she confessed that she thought about him more than was prudent. She also told him, bluntly, that the fantasy thing didn’t bother her —on the contrary, she thought it was honest— but that she did want exclusivity on her side.
Mateo agreed almost without thinking. What Renata was offering him was strange and, at the same time, exact: a relationship in which he could watch without having to hide it. He told her, stumbling over his words, that if she ever dared do anything, he’d like to know about it. Renata smiled, leaned over the café table, and spoke softly, almost against his lips.
—Would you like me to tell you how other guys eat my tits? How they fuck me? How they come inside me?
—Yes —he said, his mouth dry.
—Then we’ll see.
***
The party was Renata’s idea. She had gotten a promotion and wanted to celebrate with a small group at Mateo’s apartment. Camila brought the tequila. By eleven, the living room was full of people and the air was thick with laughter and mid-volume music. By one, someone suggested playing truth or dare and the idea was accepted with the same speed with which bad ideas are accepted when alcohol is involved.
—I’ll go first —Camila said—. Then nobody gets to complain.
The first dares were innocent. Teenage confessions, messages to exes, the occasional call to a random number. Then the tone started to rise. One of the guests, a guy named Sebastián who barely knew Renata but hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he arrived, dared her to say which man in the room she would kiss if she weren’t in a relationship.
—I guess Sebastián —she replied, without looking at Mateo.
The group burst into exclamations. Some looked at Mateo, waiting for a reaction. He just smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said:
—She doesn’t need to explain herself. It’s a question.
Camila settled in beside him. She whispered in his ear, her voice wet:
—Is it getting hard already? Are you imagining how she’s going to suck him off?
Mateo barely nodded, clenching his fists on his knees.
***
His turn came after that. The dare they threw at him was to drink a shot of tequila balanced between Camila’s breasts. She unbuttoned two buttons with calm precision, adjusted her blouse so the neckline opened wider, and sat on the couch with her back straight. Salt was sprinkled in the curve of her neck. Lemon, in her mouth.
Mateo leaned in. He licked the salt slowly, dragging his tongue from her collarbone to behind her ear, feeling Camila’s breathing speed up against his cheek. He lowered his face to her cleavage and trapped the glass between his lips. The glass was too wide to hold with his mouth alone; he had to use one hand pressed against one of her breasts to keep his balance, and her nipple hardened under his palm. The group clapped. Someone whistled. When he lifted his face to take the lemon from Camila’s mouth, she bit his lower lip before letting the fruit go and licked the drink that had stayed at the corner of his mouth.
—Careful, don’t steal her boyfriend —someone joked.
—Relax, I’ll return the favor to my friend —Camila said, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
Immediately she dared Renata to give Sebastián, the same one she had just named in her confession, a tongue kiss.
Renata didn’t hesitate. She stood up, crossed the room, straddled Sebastián’s lap, and kissed him as if she had been thinking about it for hours. His hands slid up her back to her neck, and one went straight to her ass, squeezing over the dress. Renata let out a moan into his mouth and shifted slightly on his lap, pressing against the bulge that had formed in his pants. Her breasts pressed against Sebastián’s chest. When they separated, Renata bit her lip, ran her tongue over her wet mouth, and returned to her seat without looking at Mateo. As she passed, she adjusted her dress with a gesture that made it obvious it was no longer sitting right.
The silence that followed was different. Heavier. Everyone felt some invisible boundary had moved out of place. Mateo had his cock painfully hard again.
***
—One more and we’re done —Camila said, measuring the air in the room—. Renata, tell me: did you ask Mateo’s permission under the table? Or was that on your own? Don’t lie.
—On my own —she answered, holding his gaze.
Camila turned to Mateo.
—And you, no lying. Did watching her turn you on? Did it get you hard?
—Yes —he said. His voice came out lower than he had planned.
The group’s laughter mixed with a few scattered claps. Camila raised her hands like a referee declaring a winner.
A couple of rounds later, once everyone was looser, someone proposed one last dare. Renata agreed to spend twenty minutes alone with Sebastián in the back bedroom. Mateo heard it as if it were being said in another language. He nodded before processing it. Renata stood up, brushed his cheek as she passed, leaned in, and whispered in his ear:
—I’ll tell you everything later. Every detail. How he fucks me, how he sucks me, where he comes inside me.
Then she closed the door behind them.
While they waited, the women drifted over to the couch where Mateo was sitting. Camila sat beside him, another friend on the other side. They spoke into his ear, in low voices, things only he could hear. They told him possibilities. They described what was probably happening on the other side of the door.
—He’s probably pulling down her panties right now —murmured Camila, sliding her hand along his thigh until it rested on the bulge—. He’s rock hard. Look at what you’ve got going on here. Can you picture her on her knees, sucking him off? With someone else’s cock in her mouth, not yours?
The other friend laughed softly and bit his earlobe.
—Or maybe he already has her with her legs open on the bed. Maybe right now he’s driving all the way in and she’s moaning your name so you don’t get mad.
—Or his —Camila added, squeezing his cock through his pants, measuring the hardness with cruel slowness—. Maybe she’s moaning Sebastián’s name while you’re out here being told all this.
Mateo felt his heart pounding against his ribs and a drop of pre-cum staining his underwear. Camila noticed because she laughed softly and pinched the tip with two fingers, teasing.
—You’re never going to forget tonight —she told him, pressing her lips almost to his ear—. And when she comes out, you’re going to look at her differently. With your mouth still full of him.
***
Renata came out of the room after twenty minutes. Her hair was mussed, her mascara a little smeared, and she wore a smile Mateo had never seen on her before. Her dress was badly adjusted; the mark of a bite showed on her neck. She went straight to the couch, straddled him, and took his face in both hands. Mateo noticed, when she leaned in, that her mouth smelled different. Like someone else’s cock.
—Want me to tell you? —she asked, shifting her hips slightly over his lap, exactly over the cock that had been hard for an hour.
—Later —he said, his voice rough.
—Later —she repeated, and bit his lower lip just as Camila had done a while before.
The rest of the guests began to leave. Camila stayed until the end, washing glasses in the kitchen with the calm of someone who knows she has moved the exact right pieces. Before leaving, she hugged Mateo at the door and kissed his temple.
—Little cuck —she said, almost affectionately—. There’s no turning back now. Go on and make her tell you everything. In excruciating detail. And make her come while she’s telling you.
Mateo closed the door. He walked to the bedroom. Renata was waiting for him seated on the edge of the bed, still in her dress but barefoot, looking at him the way someone looks at a person they’re about to tell something important to. He sat down in front of her. She took one of his hands, guided it slowly under the hem of her dress, and pressed it between her legs. Her panties were soaked, hot, and when Mateo moved the fabric aside with two fingers, he found them slick with another man’s semen mixed with her own slick.
—He came inside —she whispered, eyes closed and hips pushing against his hand—. Twice. The second time I could barely take it. He was biting my tits while he drove all the way in.
Mateo began moving his fingers slowly, in and out, feeling the thick mixture run over his palm. His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants. He unbuttoned them with his free hand and pulled it out, hard, shining, the tip already wet.
—Tell me more —he asked, his voice breaking.
Renata opened her legs and lay back on the bed, hitching her dress up to her waist. Her cunt gleamed in the lamplight, swollen, leaking. She started talking. She started telling the story he had been fantasizing about for months, in the same slow voice he himself had taught her to use.
—He kissed me as soon as he closed the door —she said—. Up against the wall. He shoved his hand under my dress right away and didn’t care if he tore my panties. He put two fingers in like this, all at once, and I was already dripping wet from thinking about you listening outside.
Mateo climbed over her and guided his cock with his hand. He shoved it in with one thrust, all the way to the hilt, feeling Renata’s cunt slick and hot, still full of the other man’s semen. She let out a long moan and dug her nails into his back.
—Keep going —he asked, moving slowly, savoring every inch—. Tell me how he fucked you.
—He threw me face down on the bed —she went on, gasping between words, pushing against him—. He lifted my dress, opened my ass with his hands, and shoved it in from behind. Without asking me. Without warning me. He put all of it in at once and covered my mouth so I wouldn’t scream.
Mateo sped up. He grabbed her tits over the dress, yanked it down until her nipples were bare, and bent down to suck them. They were red and marked by another mouth. Renata tangled her fingers in his hair.
—He had a huge cock —she gasped, eyes half-lidded and lips parted—. Thicker than yours. It filled me completely. It hurt and I liked it. I told him to fuck me harder, deeper. I told him to come inside me. I told him to fill me up.
—And did he come? —Mateo asked, fucking her with thrusts that grew deeper and deeper, feeling the other man’s semen mingle with his own cock, sliding down to his balls.
—He came in ropes —she answered, arching her back—. I got filled up completely. And then he flipped me over and made me lick his cock clean. His cum and my cunt mixed in my mouth. He made me swallow everything he had left.
Mateo felt the orgasm rise up his legs before he could stop it. He drove in to the hilt, grabbed her hips with both hands, and came with a guttural groan inside her, shot after shot, on top of the semen Sebastián had left in her twenty minutes earlier. Renata moaned and came at the same time, her thighs trembling on either side of him, squeezing his cock from the inside.
They stayed like that for a while, panting, their foreheads pressed together. Mateo pulled out slowly and watched a thick mixture of two loads drip from Renata’s cunt onto the sheets. She laughed softly, exhausted, and ran a finger over his mouth.
—Want me to keep telling you? —she asked.
—Everything —he said—. Every detail. From now on, every time.
Renata nodded and closed her eyes. Little cuck, Mateo thought, and smiled as he settled in beside her, his hand still between her legs, playing with what someone else had left inside her.