My Wife’s Coworkers Came Up to Our Place That Night
It was a Friday like so many others. We’d decided to go out to dinner without any clear plan, more to get away from the sofa than anything else, and the night looked set to die early between yawns. You were wearing that dark dress you almost never wore, and I had put on the shirt you said made me look less tired.
—What if we get a drink before heading back? —you suggested, once we were out on the street.
—Whatever you want —I replied, without imagining where that question would take us.
The bar we went into had low music and lazy amber lighting. And there, at a table in the back, were Marina and Carla, two coworkers from your office. You were genuinely happy to see them, with that real surprise you get when something good shows up without warning. We sat down with them and the conversation started up on its own.
What was meant to be a quick drink turned into three. The shyness dissolved with each toast. Marina laughed with her head thrown back, Carla spoke softly, as if everything she said were a secret. And little by little, without anyone deciding it, the four of us started dancing in the small open space by the bar.
The alcohol wove its effect slowly. The dancing became closer, slower. We kept moving in tighter and tighter, and especially the two of them moved in closer together. I watched you look at them, and I noticed something on your face I had never seen before.
There was a new current among the four of us, something nobody named but everybody felt. Carla rested a hand on your shoulder as she passed by, and left it there a second too long. Marina held my gaze while she drank, not blinking, with a half-smile that was a question. I looked to you to see what you were thinking, and you only bit your lip.
—I never told you this —you said in my ear—, but the two of them have fucked women before. Or so they say.
Or so they say. That phrase kept turning over in my head for the rest of the night, along with the image of Marina and Carla naked, eating each other out.
***
From there we stumbled to a nearby nightclub, and there things really heated up. Between the noise and the darkness, Marina and Carla found each other in a brief kiss, almost a brush of the lips, like someone testing whether the water is cold. You and I looked at each other, and kissed too, but this time with our eyes open, watching what they were doing.
By the time the early hours were heavy in our feet, you suggested the afterparty at our place. I hadn’t expected them to say yes so quickly.
—We live downtown, two blocks away —Carla said, already putting on her coat.
The four of us went out into the cold night. Our building was one of those old ones with a narrow elevator, and we lived on the top floor. In the lobby we had to wait for the cabin to come down, and in that silence I suddenly heard our breathing begin to quicken. Marina’s. Yours. Mine.
The four of us got into the elevator and the doors shut with a soft thud. It was as if that metal box gave us permission for everything we hadn’t dared do downstairs. The yellowish light flickered, the motor hummed above our heads, and the four of us stood far too close to pretend nothing was happening.
Marina and Carla kissed again, this time without shame, with an urgency that filled the tiny space. I saw Marina shove her tongue down Carla’s throat and Carla’s hand slip inside Marina’s neckline and squeeze a breast over her bra. You grabbed my shirt and kissed me hard, and I immediately felt your nipples harden beneath the dress when I pulled you against my already hard cock.
My hand ended up near Marina’s miniskirt almost by accident, and then she did something I wasn’t expecting: she found my wrist, lifted her skirt a little, and guided my fingers toward her underwear.
She was wearing a soaking wet black satin thong. At first I was scared, not for her, but for you, for how you would react. But when I pulled back for a second I saw your expression, and you were breathing faster, and you pressed yourself against me so I wouldn’t stop. More than that, you whispered in my ear, your voice breaking:
—Put your fingers in her. Open her cunt. I want to see you do it.
I’d never heard you talk like that. My fingers were stroking Marina over the fabric at the same rhythm your tongue was playing with mine. She herself pushed the thong aside, and I touched her directly: a shaved cunt, swollen, dripping. Two fingers went in with no resistance at all, all the way to the hilt, and Marina let out a muffled moan against Carla’s mouth. I pulled them out shining, glistening under the yellow light, and shoved them back in, moving them inside while my thumb pressed her clit. Every movement of your mouth I repeated with my fingers in her, and Marina bit her lip to keep from making a sound, braced against the elevator wall with her legs open and her skirt bunched at her waist.
My cock was trying to burst through my pants, and Carla noticed. I felt foreign fingers go down my zipper and pull me out, hard, pointing upward. You kept kissing me, getting sluttier and sluttier, while I felt Carla’s warm, wet mouth close over the glans. She swallowed it in one go, until I felt her throat tight around the tip, and then she started sucking me slowly, her tongue wrapping around my crown, still tasting Marina in her mouth. I kept sliding my fingers in and out of your coworker’s cunt with my other hand, and you, without stopping kissing me, lowered your gaze to watch everything: Carla’s head going up and down on my cock, the fingers of my hand shining inside Marina. You bit my neck and whispered:
—Fuck, she’s sucking it so well.
The elevator stopped on our floor and the doors opened onto the empty hallway. Luckily there was nobody there. We stumbled out, laughing under our breath, pulling our clothes back into place halfway while I fumbled for the keys with clumsy hands, my cock still out, soaked with Carla’s saliva.
***
We got into the apartment and, without anyone saying a word, the four of us started stripping in the entryway. There was no plan, no proposal, no shame. Only clothes falling to the floor and short breaths. The dark dress fell at your feet and you were left without panties, your nipples hard and your cunt already shining with how wet you were. Marina pulled her T-shirt off over her head and I saw her tits for the first time, small and firm, with dark nipples. Carla pulled down her skirt and had nothing on underneath: shaved cunt, round ass, tight thighs.
Marina took you by the waist and started kissing your neck while she squeezed one breast with her hand and with the other took you straight down to your cunt. I watched you spread another woman’s legs, let yourself be touched, and moan with your mouth open against her shoulder. Carla turned toward me, dropped to her knees right there in the entryway, and took it into her mouth again. This time she sucked me deep, her hands gripping my ass, pushing me against her face until I hit the back of her throat. For a second the four of us stayed like that, looking at each other: you with two fingers inside Marina and one of her tits in your mouth, me with my cock all the way down Carla’s throat. I was looking at you, being fucked by another woman’s fingers, and I had never wanted you so much.
—Come here —you said, your voice breaking, pushing Marina aside—. To bed. Now.
We went to the bedroom. The three of you lined yourselves up on the bed, with your backs to me, resting on your knees and hands, with your three cunts offered up and your three asses in the air. Seeing you like that, you in the middle of it all, with your cunt lips swollen and dripping between your thighs, took my breath away for a moment. I finished taking off my clothes and walked over with my cock so hard it hurt.
I ran my hands over the skin of all three of you very slowly, brushing you, slipping my fingers between your wet folds, feeling how you couldn’t stop touching each other, hands finding nipples, mouths meeting from the side with tongues out. The room smelled of perfume mixed with sweat and cunt, and the only light was from the street filtering through the blinds, drawing lines over your backs and over your raised asses.
You were in the middle, and I started with you. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against your soaked lips before driving it into you all at once, to the hilt. You let out a muffled cry and arched your back, and I didn’t stop. While I fucked you, my fingers sought out Marina and Carla, one on each side, two fingers in each cunt, sunk to the knuckles. I could feel your walls closing around my cock, feel you turning your head to suck Carla’s tongue while I fucked you, lost in something I didn’t know you needed so badly.
Everything moved to the same beat. The harder I fucked you —slamming my hips into your ass, the flesh making a sound— the deeper I sank my fingers into them, searching for that spot inside with my fingertips. I heard them moan into the pillow, felt them push their asses against my hand, squeezing my fingers with their cunts. Marina reached out and grabbed one of your dangling tits, squeezing it while I drove into you. When you came, with a long shudder I recognized right away, screaming into the sheet and clenching my cock in spasms, I slid out of you slowly, dripping with your juices.
—Switch —murmured Marina, her voice hoarse—. Put it in me now.
You rearranged yourselves. You moved to the right and Marina took the center. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and shoved my cock into her cunt in one thrust. She was so wet I went all the way in without resistance, and she let out a long gasp while you buried your face between her thighs and started eating her out. I began fucking her with hard thrusts, holding her by the hips, while I kept stroking you and Carla with fingers wet from your own orgasm. The same rhythm, the same current running through the four of us. I watched Marina’s tongue lick your clit between moan and moan, watched you grab her head and press her face against your cunt. Marina came screaming against your lips, clenching my cock in spasms that nearly made me spill inside her, almost at the same time as you did again beneath my fingers and against her mouth.
At last Carla switched to the center. She got on all fours and shook her ass at me, teasing me. I spit on her cunt, rubbed my cock between her lips and slid it in slowly, just to make her wait, until she herself pushed her ass back and swallowed me whole. I started moving inside her, feeling how her cunt was the tightest of the three, and I didn’t stop touching you and Marina with both hands, one finger in each of your cunts, my thumb stroking your clits. You turned beneath Carla, on your back, and put her cunt over your face so you could lick it while I drove into her from behind. I felt your tongue on my balls every time I pulled out. And in the end all three of you came at once, all three of you tight against me, with me, who could take no more. I pulled my cock out of Carla’s cunt just in time and came in long, thick ropes over all three backs, over all three asses, over Marina’s hand, which had grabbed me at the last second to aim the spray. I collapsed onto the bed, empty and dizzy, among three bodies shining with sweat and semen.
For a long while nobody spoke. Only the sound of breathing settling back into place, the warm weight of three bodies finding one another in the dark. Someone laughed softly, I don’t know who, and that laughter spread to all four of us, a weak laugh of disbelief and exhaustion. Little by little we drifted off to sleep, tangled together, impossible to tell where one of us ended and another began.
Before I fell fully asleep, I reached for you in the half-dark and found your hand. You squeezed mine without opening your eyes, as if to say we were still us, that none of it broke us. That was the last image of the night: your hand in mine and the other two breathing peacefully beside us.
***
The next morning I woke up surrounded by the three of you, the sheets rumpled, light coming in through the gap in the blinds. I got up carefully so as not to wake you and went to shower, still not fully believing what had happened.
When I came back, the surprise stopped me dead in the doorway. The three of you had woken up and found each other again, this time alone, without needing me. You were lying down, with Carla straddling your face, rubbing her cunt on your mouth and arching in pleasure while she squeezed her tits with both hands. Marina, on top of you, spread your thighs and ate your cunt with her whole tongue, sucking your clit with her lips and sliding two fingers inside at the same time. I watched your tongue going in and out of Carla’s cunt, and Carla leaning forward to return the favor to Marina, sucking her tits and then moving down to her shaved cunt. A perfect circle of tongues, fingers, and dripping cunts, from which I had suddenly been left out.
It didn’t bother me. On the contrary. I was getting hard again just from watching you. I leaned on the doorframe, grabbed my cock and started jerking off slowly, feeling desire wake up again with every moan coming from the bed. I watched Carla come first, pressing your face against her cunt and grinding herself against your mouth until she collapsed. I watched you come next beneath Marina’s tongue, your legs trembling wide open. And I watched Marina finish herself off with her hand, without stopping licking you, until the three of you screamed at once, with a moan that merged into one. I came too into my hand, silently, leaning against the door.
I had to shower again. And while the water fell, my head kept replaying every scene, wondering whether that night had been the beginning of something or just a fantasy we had let slip out of its cage for once. None of us said it out loud that morning. But when you said goodbye to them at the door, with a kiss that lasted a little longer than necessary and Carla’s hand squeezing your ass over your skirt, I knew all three of you were already thinking about the next time.
