What Happened at After-Work Wasn’t Part of the Plan

Marina was twenty-seven and radiated a sensuality she didn’t even try to have. She was one meter sixty-eight tall, with a curvy, firm body from so much yoga and walking around Valencia. Her olive skin always carried a faint trace of vanilla and jasmine that lingered in the air when she left a room. She had high cheekbones, full lips she painted a discreet red, and honey-colored eyes that mixed mischief with something close to innocence.

Her black hair fell in waves to her shoulders, brushing a long, delicate neck. Her breasts were generous and firm, with nipples that hardened at the slightest touch. Her narrow waist opened into wide hips and a round, high ass that swayed on its own when she walked. That night she chose a tight black dress that reached mid-thigh, a plunging neckline, no bra, and underneath it barely a lace thong.

Adrián and Rubén were her coworkers at the design studio for four years. The three of them considered themselves unambiguously straight: Adrián had just broken up with his girlfriend, Rubén was stringing together dates with women, and Marina had been through a couple of serious relationships with men. Dirty jokes were part of the office scenery, but they had never crossed the line. They all flirted, yes, always in the comfortable territory of “if we were single…”

When Adrián suggested dinner at his apartment—“just the three of us, good food, wine, and unwinding without bosses”—all three thought the same thing without saying it. It could end in a threesome. Adrián and Rubén messaged each other privately, euphoric: at last they’d share Marina, the studio’s silent fantasy. She, for her part, got turned on by the idea of being the center of attention for two handsome men.

Adrián, thirty, was tall and slim but defined, with brown skin, short hair, and intense green eyes. He had a sharp jaw and a mischievous smile he used too much. He was the most traditional of the three; more than once he’d said things like “I wouldn’t touch a guy even drunk.”

Rubén, thirty-three, was the stocky one: one meter eighty-five, broad shoulders, a hairy chest, and a dark line running down to his pubis. Brown hair, three-day stubble, deep voice. He had the more open mind; at some point he’d joked that “in an orgy, anything goes,” with a latent curiosity he had never actually acted on.

Dinner started innocently enough. Adrián cooked shrimp pasta, salad, and opened an excellent red wine. Candles, low music, laughter. Marina sat between them and her dress rode up every time she crossed her legs. The wine loosened tongues and hands: “accidental” brushes, glances that lingered too long.

***

After dessert they moved to the sofa. Lights off, Marina in the middle. Adrián kissed her neck, Rubén her shoulder. She sighed and closed her eyes. They took turns in her mouth while hands slid up her thighs and lifted her dress.

The thong was soaked. Adrián moved the fabric aside and slid two fingers into her slowly. Rubén pulled down her neckline and took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling it. Marina touched them over their clothes, feeling one already hard and the other heavy under the fabric.

—Let’s go to bed —Rubén suggested hoarsely.

They left clothes in the hallway. Marina was left in her thong, them in tight boxer briefs. On the big bed, she lay naked in the center, one hand on each of them. Rubén licked her pussy first, his tongue precise on her clit, while Adrián devoured her breasts. She came quickly, arching her back.

Then Adrián fucked her from the front, slow and deep, while Rubén offered her his mouth. After that Rubén took her from behind, hard thrusts that made her scream while Adrián got sucked off. Everything was going according to plan: Marina in the center, the two of them focused only on her.

***

Until, during a change of position, Rubén ended up licking her while Adrián fucked her from behind. Rubén’s face was inches from his friend’s cock going in and out, glossy. Curious by nature, he looked up and, without thinking twice, ran his tongue along the base as it came out.

Adrián stiffened instantly.

—Fuck, Rubén… what are you doing? —he said, surprised and reluctant. But he didn’t pull away completely.

Rubén, emboldened, did it again: his tongue flat, unhurried.

Marina opened her eyes and saw the scene. At first she felt a sharp rejection. What the fuck? I thought this was supposed to be a normal threesome, with me in the middle. A knot of discomfort clenched her stomach; she hadn’t expected her straight friends to touch each other.

But then she looked at Adrián’s face: eyes closed, a low moan escaping him despite his resistance. And Rubén, wearing an expression of pure curiosity, licking with more and more determination.

The rejection lasted only seconds. Seeing two handsome straight guys exploring something new in the heat of the moment turned her on in a way she had not anticipated. Her pussy contracted around nothing, hungry.

—Keep going… —she whispered, her voice trembling—. Watching you is turning me on so much.

Adrián opened his eyes, looked at her, then at Rubén. He was still hesitant, but pleasure betrayed him.

—Are you sure? —he asked Marina, as if seeking permission.

She nodded, stroking herself slowly.

Rubén, bolder now, took Adrián’s cock as it pulled out of her and stuffed it all the way into his mouth, sucking eagerly. Adrián gasped hard, hips thrusting on their own.

—Holy shit… I didn’t think… fuck, that’s good —he murmured, surrendering without meaning to.

***

Marina moved aside to see better. Rubén sucked deep, his tongue circling the head, sliding down to the base. Adrián with his head thrown back, moaning, one hand in his friend’s hair without pushing, just holding. She was rubbing herself furiously, rejection turning into pure arousal.

She moved closer and kissed Adrián passionately while Rubén kept going. Then she kissed Rubén, tasting herself mixed with the other man’s flavor. The threesome had changed completely.

She lay back on her spine. Adrián straddled her breasts, sliding between them while she licked the tip of him. Rubén between her legs, fucking her hard, but lowering his head to lick Adrián’s balls whenever he could. Adrián was still a little embarrassed, moaning but avoiding direct eye contact with him.

Then Rubén took her from the front. Adrián positioned himself behind him, rubbing between his butt cheeks. Rubén pushed back, inviting him.

Adrián hesitated.

—You sure? —he asked, uncertain.

Rubén nodded.

—And look at her. She’s loving it —he said, pointing at Marina, who was touching herself while watching them.

Adrián, reluctant but on the edge, used saliva and pushed in very slowly. Rubén growled, between pain and pleasure, and pushed back until he had him all the way in. The three of them connected: Adrián moving carefully at first, Rubén pounding Marina hard. She came screaming, watching Adrián give in little by little.

Rubén emptied inside her. Adrián pulled out and finished over his friend’s ass cheeks, something Marina later licked with delight.

***

She wanted more. She put Adrián on his back and rode him, feeling him go deep. Rubén got behind her, entering her through the ass: a double penetration that made her scream. Meanwhile, Adrián and Rubén kissed over her shoulder, an awkward kiss at first, which Rubén deepened out of curiosity. Marina came again, fascinated by the scene.

They switched again: Rubén on his back, Marina riding him, Adrián penetrating her from behind while licking Rubén’s neck. Adrián still avoided a direct kiss, but let his lips brush the other man’s.

—Kiss each other… —she encouraged them—. It drives me crazy.

Rubén took the initiative and kissed him with tongue. Adrián resisted for a second and gave in, moaning into his friend’s mouth.

Then Marina put them face to face and jerked them both off. Rubén wrapped his hand around Adrián’s, slowly. Adrián took longer to return the gesture, but in the end he did, exploring with trembling fingers. She was touching herself while watching them, her initial disgust transformed into total fascination.

Rubén knelt and sucked him deep. Adrián moaned loudly, holding his head, his reluctance dissolving with every lick. Marina moved behind Rubén, licking him while he worked. Then Adrián returned the favor: he put Rubén on his back and licked him, first the tip and then all of him, adding a finger when the other man asked for it.

***

The three of them formed a triangle: Marina sucking Adrián with noisy slurps, saliva running down her chin; Adrián sucking Rubén with no shame left, moaning against his skin; Rubén devouring her, his tongue going into both places while his fingers rubbed her swollen clit. Constant moans, wet sounds, the smell of sex and sweat filling the bedroom.

Marina was the first to break the triangle. With her face shining, she gently separated them and made them kneel in front of her, in the middle of the unmade bed. The three of them kneeling, forming a circle, sweaty bodies brushing, skin against skin.

She positioned herself right in the middle, one hand on each of them: her left wrapping around Adrián, still wet from Rubén’s mouth, moving up and down with a twist of the wrist at the tip; her right barely enclosing Rubén’s thickness, squeezing until she felt the pulse under her palm.

Adrián and Rubén looked at each other for a moment —Adrián with a blush that wouldn’t leave him, Rubén with dark, lustful eyes— and, without needing to speak, each extended a hand toward the other. Rubén took Adrián first with curious confidence, keeping pace with Marina. Adrián hesitated only a second before wrapping his hand around Rubén’s, feeling for the first time that heavy heat, his hand clumsy at first and then immediately firm.

The three of them stroked each other in a perfect circle: she stroked both of them, and they stroked each other while brushing her clit with their free thumbs. The sound was hypnotic: hands sliding, broken moans, breaths quickening.

Marina tilted her head and kissed Adrián with deep tongue, tasting remnants of Rubén. Then she turned and kissed Rubén just as intensely, while Adrián watched, aroused. And in the end the three of them came together in a messy, burning kiss: open mouths, three tongues entwining, bitten lips, shared saliva. Adrián, no longer reluctant, sucked on Rubén’s tongue while she licked both their necks.

The rhythm of their hands accelerated. Rubén was the first to break: he growled deeply against Adrián’s mouth, shoved his hips, and came in spurts that splashed over Marina’s flat stomach, spilling toward her navel. The smell filled the air.

Seeing it and feeling it pushed Adrián to the limit. He closed his green eyes, a muffled moan escaped him, and he finished into Marina’s hand and Rubén’s, reaching her breasts, coating her nipples, mixing over her skin with his friend’s.

Marina, stimulated by the two hot loads over her body and by the four hands now returning to her clit, reached the end with a long scream. Her pussy contracted in visible spasms, her thighs trembling, a wave of pleasure coursing through her whole body. Neither of them stopped until she begged, oversensitive and exhausted.

***

The three of them collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sweaty and tangled. Marina in the middle, her chest rising and falling, smiling with her eyes closed. Adrián on one side, Rubén on the other, each with an arm over her and their hands brushing over her stomach.

—At first it shocked me —Marina confessed in a hoarse whisper—. I thought you just wanted to fuck me… and then suddenly I saw you touching each other and it disgusted me. But then… fuck, I loved it. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.