The Pact Marina Kept Until She Turned Thirty

It was Wednesday. I remember because nothing ever happened between us on Wednesdays, and that was why what happened that night left its mark on me forever. We had been together for almost three years, and our routine in bed had become a repeated script: the same steps, the same order, the same lukewarm ending. I loved her; there was no doubt about that. But desire had gone out like a candle nobody bothered to protect from the wind.

Marina had prepared everything without telling me. We had dinner at the little table in the backyard, on the open porch overlooking the pool, and I noticed she was different. Quieter, more attentive, with a smile that came and went as if she were rehearsing something inside.

—I want to do something for you—she said, pushing the plates aside before taking out her laptop.

She set it on the table and opened it. A page was already loaded, and when she pressed play I understood what it was: a scene of a tattooed blonde moving slowly in front of a man sitting on a sofa, soft music playing in the background. But I barely looked at the screen. Marina had stood up in front of me and began copying every gesture the actress made, step by step. It was obvious she had studied it.

Marina is brunette, pretty without being breathtaking, with slightly downturned eyes that give her a sweetness. What takes your breath away is the rest. At thirty, she takes care of her body with an enviable discipline, and whenever she goes to the gym, every eye follows her, regardless of the observer's age. She knows it, and she plays with it. That night, while the fabric fell away to the rhythm of the music, all I could think about was how lucky I was.

Her tits were left bare, and the little silver ring in her left nipple caught the pool light. She never stopped looking me in the eyes. She lowered her gaze only for a second, toward the obvious bulge beneath my trousers, and let out a brief, satisfied laugh. She slid her hands beneath her breasts, lifted them, pinched her nipples until they were hard as stones, and licked her lips without taking her eyes off my crotch. Then she took my hand, made me stand, and, never stopping her stare, dropped my trousers and underwear in one yank.

My cock sprang up hard, pointing straight at her mouth. Marina let out a long sigh, like someone recognizing something that belonged to her, and grabbed it with both hands. She squeezed it, weighed it, pulled it away from my belly, and licked me from my balls to the tip with a slowness that made my knees tremble. Then she opened her mouth and took me all the way in, slowly pushing until I felt the back of her throat close around my glans. She pulled it out dripping with saliva, spat on it, and swallowed me again, faster this time, until her nose bumped against my pubis.

—Into the water—she panted, pulling away with a strand of drool hanging from her mouth.

She tugged my hand again until I sat on the edge of the pool. Then, with an almost childish cry, she plunged into the water, which must have been freezing, and swam to my legs. She held onto the rim and began running her tongue over me from underneath, looking at me the entire time. The wetness of her mouth and the cold air on my skin were opposite sensations pulling me in two directions at once. She sucked my balls one at a time, took them fully into her mouth, tugged gently with her lips, and climbed back up the thick vein running beneath my cock. Then she swallowed me again, and this time she did not let up. Her hand and mouth moved up and down in coordination, squeezing my base while the tip struck the back of her throat.

I have to confess something she doesn't know. Finishing is getting harder for me, and there is one fantasy that takes me to the edge without fail: imagining her with other men. While Marina moved up and down, while she took me to the back of her throat and I heard her hold back a gag, I stared at the sky and imagined her in the gym locker room, kneeling on the wet tiles, surrounded by three wiry guys barely over twenty, sucking one cock while jerking off the other two with both hands, with a look of total whoredom she had never shown me. I imagined her mouth full, strands of semen hanging from her chin, begging for more.

God, how it turns me on to picture her like that, completely lost, taken from every side.

That image was enough. I tried to push her away with my hands when I felt my cum rising from my balls, but she clung more tightly to my thighs and sped up, determined not to let a single drop escape. It was strange: she never allowed me to finish in her mouth; she always pulled away at the last second. That night, though, she seemed to want nothing else. She took my cock to the back of her throat and dug her nails into my ass cheeks so I would thrust. I exploded inside her mouth with a cry the neighbors surely heard, jet after jet, and she swallowed every release without stopping her gaze, her throat working around my glans. When she finally let me go, she opened her mouth to show me it was empty, then ran her tongue over her lips, gathering the last drop that had escaped. For a moment, the thought that someone might be listening from the house next door turned me on all over again.

***

Afterward we lay naked on the garden loungers, catching our breath. I offered to return the favor, to work my tongue inside her until she screamed, but she shook her head.

—Tonight I only wanted this—she said, her voice still hoarse from so much swallowing—. Although... the truth is, I did have something to ask you. I'm embarrassed.

—Get rid of the embarrassment—I replied—. We trust each other. You ask, and then I'll decide whether to say yes.

—Right, as if that helps—she muttered, frowning with that spoiled-child expression she could make, the one that melted me.

—Tell me now, or I'm going to imagine worse things.

And it was true. My head was already full of images, and this time they weren't arousing. They were jealous ones.

—Do you remember Adrián, my friend from high school?—she began, not daring to look at me—. The one in the graduation photo, beside the fountain.

I remembered him. Marina had told me that, when they were young, Adrián had been very unsure about what he liked, and in the end he had decided that he preferred men.

—What did you do, Marina?—I blurted out, assuming she had cheated.

—Nothing, silly—she laughed sweetly—. I haven't seen him in ten years. But when we were twenty, we made a pact. If I turned thirty without having fucked a man, or he without having fucked a woman, we'd do it together. A kind of promise not to be left wondering.

I fell silent. I could guess where this was going.

—Adrián turned thirty the day before yesterday. And he called me yesterday. He's only been with men. He wants to honor the pact.

—You told him you have a partner.

—Of course I did. And he told me... to ask you.

I was speechless. The curious thing was that the proposition touched me exactly where my fantasy burned hottest. He hadn't tried to sneak around or persuade her behind my back: as soon as he learned she was with me, he asked to include me. I was jealous and aroused in equal measure, a strange mixture pulling me in opposite directions. And then, more relaxed than I had ever been, I made a decision.

—Okay. Where and when?

Marina grinned from ear to ear and threw herself at me. She kissed me with a happiness I hadn't seen in months, and when she felt my cock hard again against her belly, she looked at me with a kind of pride, as if she had just discovered that her boyfriend was far more open-minded than she had thought.

***

We set one condition, and she passed it on to Adrián: I was in charge. I wasn't going to be the man who watched from a corner while someone else fucked his girlfriend. I would participate, and things would be done as I said, the way I said. They both agreed.

From Wednesday until Saturday, I couldn't think of anything else. I arrived at his house with the nerves of a teenager. He lived in a gated development of villas with access control at the entrance; you had to cross a barrier just to reach the gate. Marina looked spectacular, wearing a red-and-black dress with geometric cutouts that revealed exactly the parts that made her impossible to ignore: her flat navel, rounded shoulders, and the line of her neckline descending until it disappeared. She was wearing nothing underneath; she had shown me in the car, lifting her skirt so I could see her shaved pussy, already glistening with wetness. If we had gone to a bar in that dress, even men who were with someone would have approached her.

Adrián opened the door wearing an immaculate suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a well-groomed beard that gave him a deeply masculine air. For a second, jealousy tightened my stomach again. But he was quick: he put a beer in my hand almost immediately and always positioned himself on the opposite side of Marina, leaving me in the center, as if he wanted me never to doubt who was in charge there.

We walked down a hallway, laughing and swapping stories about their youth, until we reached a huge living room with a fireplace and a bar. But the laughter stopped dead. A man was sitting on one of the sofas, well dressed, watching us with his jaw clenched.

—This is Bruno, my husband—Adrián said awkwardly—. He doesn't want to stay. He just wanted to see who you were.

—He wanted to see the faces of the people who are going to fuck my husband without a second thought—Bruno snapped, getting to his feet.

Adrián tried to smooth things over, but there was nothing to smooth over. Bruno crossed the room and left the house without looking back. He would not appear again.

Once the three of us were alone, Adrián broke the tension with a good whisky. Marina doesn't drink, so she stuck to water. I barely wet my lips; I didn't want to lose my head. He, on the other hand, emptied his glass in one swallow and refilled it.

—It's good—he said—but it packs a punch.

***

We looked at one another, not knowing who would make the first move, until Adrián spoke with a frankness that cut through the air.

—You know what? Ever since the call, I've been jerking off two or three times a day thinking about tonight. It's turned red from all the beating I've given it.

I burst out laughing. I was about to say something when Marina beat me to it.

—Well, I've worn the batteries out in my toy from rubbing myself so much. I've come so many times this week thinking about tonight that my pussy is already irritated.

I had arrived a bundle of nerves, and it turned out all three of us were equally anxious.

—Then let's stop talking—I said, surprising myself with my own composure—. Start by kissing each other.

They stood facing each other and kissed while I watched from a sunken armchair. I expected to feel jealous. I didn't feel any. Marina had repeated all week that this was a one-time thing, that I was the one she loved. What I didn't tell her was that I knew she wanted more too, and that was precisely what I loved.

She stretched an arm toward me, looking for my hand. I stood and joined them. I kissed her shoulder while Adrián kissed her neck, both of us with our hands on her waist. Our fingers brushed accidentally over her skin and, instead of pulling away, lingered for a moment too long. Marina rubbed both our cocks through our clothes, one hand on each of us, squeezing us through the fabric, moaning whenever her tongue met one of ours.

With a practiced movement, she let the dress fall to her waist. Her tits were exposed, covered in a golden sheen she had applied deliberately. I lunged for the nipple with the ring, sucking it and tugging the piercing with my teeth, while Adrián attended to the other with his flat tongue, drawing circles around the areola. She held our heads, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, eyes closed, pushing us against her chest.

When the dress fell all the way and she stood naked, her shaved pussy shining between her thighs, Marina knelt on the rug and opened Adrián's trousers. She pulled out his already-hard cock and lowered his underwear to his knees. I stepped back to watch. His member was thinner than mine, perhaps a little longer, straight, without a curve, with a shiny lilac tip. Marina gripped it at the base, gave it one long lick from his balls to his glans, and took it all in with a single thrust, down to her throat. Adrián grunted and grabbed her hair with both hands, setting the pace, fucking her mouth without mercy. His beard brushed her forehead with every thrust, and she swallowed with tearful eyes, not pulling away, letting him use her.

And as I watched her suck him like that, as I heard her gag and come back for more, an absurd question crossed my mind: Would it really be so different to have that cock in my mouth? I pushed it away immediately. I hadn't come there for that. Or so I thought.

Adrián lifted her by the shoulders and brought her back toward me. Marina kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth, and I tasted another cock in her saliva, a salty, foreign taste. Instead of pulling away, I kissed her harder. At once he was kissing the corner of her mouth, so the three of us ended up brushing against one another, three tongues crossing without an owner. She took my hand and led it between her thighs. She was soaked, dripping, her thighs already wet. I slid two fingers inside her to the knuckles and felt her walls close around them in a spasm. When I looked, I saw Adrián doing the same from behind, two fingers buried in her ass, pushing opposite mine. Marina went from moaning to screaming, on tiptoe, unable to bear so much at once. Our fingers met inside her, separated only by the thin wall dividing the two entrances. It was the first time I had seen her so overwhelmed, and the three of us ended up kissing without order or rules, our hands busy with her and our mouths devouring one another.

***

Then Adrián disappeared for a moment and came back carrying a tantra sofa with straps hanging from it. Marina smiled: the night kept escalating. She lay on her back, spreading her legs wide over the curved armrests, while I knelt on the floor and buried my face in her pussy. I ran my tongue all the way up from the bottom, tasting her, then stopped at her swollen clit and sucked it between my lips. I pushed my tongue into her opening, fucked her with it, then climbed back to her clit. Marina howled and squeezed my head between her thighs, while her mouth attended to Adrián, who had positioned himself beside her. She gripped his cock with both hands and swallowed it to the hilt between broken cries, her moans muffled by the hard flesh filling her throat.

—Fuck me already—she panted, releasing Adrián's cock for only a second—. Both of you. Fuck me already, please.

We changed positions as the night went on. I penetrated her for the first time with her lying down, driving into her to the hilt in one thrust. She was so wet that my cock slid inside without resistance, and she arched her back and dug her heels into my ass so I would thrust harder. I fucked her hard while she kept Adrián in her mouth, and with every thrust of mine, her moans vibrated around his cock. Then she asked to ride me, and I lay down. She sat on top with her legs spread, guided my shaft to her pussy, and lowered herself slowly, moaning as she impaled herself inch by inch. The shape of the sofa made everything easier; she began moving up and down, her tits bouncing in front of my face.

Adrián positioned himself behind her, put on a condom, spat on the hole of her ass, and pressed the tip against it. Marina stopped dead, dug her nails into my chest, and left a mark. Adrián pushed slowly, gaining an inch each time she exhaled, until I felt his cock enter her completely. Marina's face tightened, her mouth open in a silent O.

—Should we stop?—I asked when I saw the effort on her face.

—No, no... keep going—she said, stretching out the words—. Fuck both my holes. Tear me apart.

And then we began to move. Adrián kept one rhythm and I kept the opposite, so when he pulled out I went in, and vice versa. Marina couldn't even scream; she only made a constant guttural sound, drool running down her chin. Through her, through that paper-thin wall separating her pussy from her ass, I could almost feel the other's rhythm, the bulge of his cock moving against mine. It wasn't something I expected to enjoy, but it aroused me in a new, unfamiliar way. Every time Adrián thrust, I felt her squeeze me, and vice versa. Marina came like that, impaled between us, shrieking and contracting around both cocks at once, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

What happened next wasn't part of my plans. Marina collapsed onto my chest, still trembling, and leaned in to kiss me. She gently held my hands above my head, and between the two of them, without my realizing it, they tied my wrists and ankles to the sofa's straps.

—What are you doing?—I protested—. I'm not staying tied up while you two... I already said, I'm not going to be anyone's submissive.

—Relax—Marina whispered, putting the nipple with the ring right against my face and letting me suck it to silence me—. You're the main event.

Then I felt lips close around my cock. It was Adrián. They had planned it together: part of the night was meant to use me.

His mouth squeezed in a way no girl had ever managed before. He knew exactly what to do because he knew what it felt like. He sucked me from base to tip with firm suction, stopped at the glans to run his tongue along the frenulum, then swallowed me whole again until his beard brushed my balls. I disliked the scrape of his beard against my thigh, I admit, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort. He began exploring with his tongue, the small ring he wore on it dragging along the vein underneath and tracing my entire length. Meanwhile, Marina sat on my face, pressing her wet pussy against my mouth, and I licked her, unable to see anything but her thighs.

At first I resisted the thought. Then I stopped fighting it. When Adrián's mouth released my cock and his tongue moved lower, to my balls first and then farther still, toward a place I myself had ignored for almost forty years, I let go completely and began screaming without caring about anything. His tongue circled my hole, pressing and entering with its tip, and an electric discharge ran up my spine every time he did it. Marina came again on my face, dripping over my chin, while I howled into her pussy.

Holy shit. So long without knowing about this.

As he realized what I liked most, he undid one strap at a time. One gesture, one strap. Another, another one. In the end they untied me completely, but by then I was bound to something stronger than reins.

Adrián told us he was a bottom, so he did not penetrate me. But he let me try. He got on all fours on the rug, ass raised, and Marina and I attended to him together. She licked his balls from underneath while I spread his cheeks and ran my tongue over his hole, imitating what he had done to me a few minutes earlier. Then I put on a condom, spat on it, and pushed slowly. He opened on the first thrust, tight and hot, and I let out a moan that surprised even me. I fucked him slowly, gripping his hips, while Marina positioned herself in front and devoured his mouth. Then she pushed me aside with a mischievous laugh and took my place with a dildo strapped to her waist, thrusting it into me almost jokingly to see who would finish the job. We took turns, thrusting with our hips and laughing between moans. Adrián came onto the rug without anyone touching his cock, simply from having the two of us behind him.

Then it was my turn. They sucked me together, his mouth on one side, her tongue on the other, moving up and down in turns, their tongues colliding at the tip when they met. I came over both of them, semen streaming onto their upturned faces, mouths open, and amid laughter they cleaned each other with their tongues, passing the remnants from kiss to kiss, as if we had been doing it our whole lives. If someone had told me at the start of the night how it would end, I wouldn't have believed them.

The final position joined the three of us in a single line: Marina lying face down over the sofa, ass raised; Adrián inside her, fucking her pussy with long thrusts; and me behind him, my cock buried in his ass, setting the rhythm with my hands on his hips. Every time I thrust into Adrián, he thrust into Marina, and all the force passed from one to the next like a current. We found a steady rhythm; she brought her hand to her clit and, to everyone's surprise, within minutes we were all on the verge at once. Marina screamed first, squeezing her pussy around Adrián's cock. Adrián let out a roar and came inside her. And I, feeling Adrián's ass contract around my shaft with his own orgasm, exploded every last drop inside him. We came almost simultaneously, exhausted, collapsing onto the rug and watching the fireplace burn. We said nothing. There was no need.

***

The next day Adrián made things right with Bruno, and we never saw each other again. I respect that. But Marina and I were never the same. The empty Wednesdays were gone forever.

We bought toys I wouldn't even have dared look at before—harnesses, plugs, dildos of every size—and learned to explore each other without inherited rules. Two or three times a year we invite one of the guys from the gym, the ones who are always looking at her, and I discovered something curious: almost all of them, once they feel comfortable, once their cocks are hard and the whisky is in their blood, end up looking at me too, and end up with their tongues between my ass cheeks or my cock in their mouths. It turns out that night we didn't just fulfill Marina's pact. Without realizing it, I opened a door that had been closed my whole life, and I have no intention of closing it again.