The Forbidden Fantasy That Changed Our House

In those years we lived isolated on an estate on the outskirts of a small town, one of those places where everyone went to mass, meddled in other people’s lives, and pretended not to have dirty thoughts. My father was a severe man, respected by everyone, obsessed with discipline, appearances, and sin. My mother, though gentler, had spent so long obeying him that she’d ended up moving within the same rules, as if she knew no other way to live.

I was already an adult woman, but I was still trapped in that house as if every breath I took were being watched. I had grown up hearing that desire was a stain, that touching yourself was indecent, and that a decent woman should keep her eyes down and her legs closed. The problem was that my body did not share those ideas.

My mother and I drew too much attention for such a repressed place. We didn’t need tight clothes for people to notice the looks: married men, farm laborers, neighbors, and even some women who feigned disdain while their eyes roved over us from head to toe. My father never saw anything, or preferred not to; it was enough for him to believe that his authority kept us pure.

Everything changed when he hired two new laborers for the garden and the upkeep of the estate. Their names were Darío and Elías, two broad men with large hands, wide backs, and that confidence of men who have spent their lives doing hard work and know perfectly well the effect they have. My father brought them in on the parish’s recommendation, convinced they were grateful workers. He had no idea that both of them looked at us with a hunger they could barely conceal.

The first time I felt something real was on a hot afternoon, while I watched them from my window. They were sweating, their T-shirts clinging to their torsos and their trousers riding low on their hips as they unloaded sacks of soil. One wiped his forearm across his forehead; the other bent down, making his thighs stand out. I stayed still, staring too long, and felt that dull throb between my legs.

What is happening to me?

I tried to look away, but I kept watching them. I felt my nipples harden beneath the fabric and a thick heat slide down my belly until it gathered in my cunt. It was new and it wasn’t; for weeks I had been waking in the middle of the night with that need to touch myself, to squeeze my thighs together, to seek relief in something I was ashamed even to name.

That night I couldn’t hold out any longer.

I turned off every light in the room except the lamp by the bed, took off my dress, and stood naked in front of the mirror. I looked at myself for real for the first time: the curve of my waist, my taut breasts, my flat stomach, my legs opening just a little with anxiety. I was breathing fast, as if I’d been caught, even though I was alone.

I lay down and slid one hand from my chest to my navel. The lightest touch made me tremble. When my fingers reached the hair and parted it to touch the wet entrance of my cunt, I let out a short, startled moan, almost frightened. I was soaked in a scandalous way.

—Jesus... —I murmured, my voice broken.

I tried again, this time parting my lips properly and brushing my clit with the pad of my finger. The jolt of pleasure arched my back. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and began moving my hand more decisively, first slowly, then pressing harder on that hard spot that pulsed as if it had spent its whole life waiting for me to touch it.

My other hand rose to a breast of its own accord. I pinched my nipple, squeezed it, rolled it between my fingers while I kept rubbing below. Every stroke made me wetter. The sound of my own slickness began to blend with my breathing, with those broken gasps I could no longer hold back.

—So good... —escaped me—. So fucking good...

I slid one finger inside. Then two. My cunt swallowed them with an eagerness that made me feel ashamed and turned on at the same time. They went in and out coated in my juices while I kept pleasuring my clit with my palm and knuckles, desperate, clumsy, discovering my body through blows of desire. I spread my legs wider and started moving my hips against my own hand.

I didn’t know they were watching me.

Darío and Elías had seen the light, come up to the side window, and stood perfectly still watching me touch myself on the bed. Unaware of everything, I kept stuffing my fingers inside me and licking my lips between one moan and the next. The orgasm surged up like an enormous wave: it tightened my legs, closed my throat, and made me rub myself furiously until I exploded, trembling, my cunt clenching around my fingers.

I came with a loud cry, my back arched and my hand dripping. I lay there breathing in shudders, dazed by what I had just felt. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them, still disbelieving, tasting my own arousal with a mixture of curiosity and shame. In the end I fell asleep naked, never suspecting the disaster that was coming.

***

The next day, Darío intercepted me in the shed with a too-calm smile. Elías closed the door behind me. Before I could ask what they wanted, Darío showed me the phone. On the screen was me, completely naked, spreading my legs and masturbating like a hungry whore.

My blood ran cold.

—No... —I whispered.

—Yes —said Elías, stepping closer—. And if your father sees this, the decent life in this house is over.

I wanted to snatch the phone from them, but Darío pulled it back in time. He backed me against a worktable and held my gaze without blinking. He didn’t look angry or moralistic. He looked aroused.

—We could delete it —he said—, if you’re obedient.

I was trembling. From fear, yes. But also from something else. Because while they cornered me and shoved the video in my face again, my cunt was getting wet all over again. Seeing myself there, open, moaning, knowing they had watched everything, turned me on in a filthy way.

—I’ll do whatever you want —I said at last, hating how easily it came out.

Elías smiled as if he had been waiting for exactly that. He took me to a small room next to the shed, a resting room with a narrow bed and a chair. He locked the door. Darío took off his shirt. Then his belt. Then his trousers. I watched his cock fall heavy and hard against his abdomen, thick, veined, already half-hard from seeing me shake.

Elías stripped too and left me breathless. They were both big, dark, and hardening in front of me while I remained in my dress, motionless, trapped between shame and wild curiosity. Neither had to order me much.

—Take your clothes off —Darío said.

I obeyed.

I took off my dress with clumsy hands, then my underwear. When I stood naked before them, I felt the urge to cover myself, but I didn’t. They looked at me slowly, without haste, as if at last they could touch something they had been imagining for months. Elías stepped forward and ran the back of his hand over one breast. I shuddered all over.

—Look at her —he murmured—. She’s dripping just from being here.

He slid his hand between my legs and opened my cunt lips with his fingers. The wet sound was obscene. I closed my eyes for a second, dying of shame, but I didn’t close my legs. Quite the opposite: I opened them a little wider.

Darío took me firmly by the hair, not cruelly, and brought me to my knees in front of them. Their two cocks were at my face level. I swallowed. Elías brushed his tip over my lips.

—Open your mouth.

I opened it.

He entered first, slowly, pushing just enough for the head to fill my mouth. He tasted like hot skin and clean sweat. I sucked him clumsily at first, then hungrily, because my body reacted on its own. I ran my tongue around the head, took him deeper, and heard the groan of satisfaction he let out. Darío put the other cock against my cheek.

—This one too.

I alternated between them, sucking both, one hand on each cock, my mouth busy, saliva running down my chin. I could hear their breathing deepen, hear them mutter filthy things at me, call me a slut with a calm that should have offended me and instead made me squeeze my thighs together. My cunt throbbed, empty, desperate.

They lifted me and laid me out on the bed. Elías positioned himself between my legs and spread them wide. Darío settled beside me to play with my breasts, pinch my nipples, and kiss my neck while the other lowered his mouth. When I felt the first lick on my cunt, I nearly screamed.

Elías licked from bottom to top, slowly, parting my lips well, pushing his tongue into the place where I was wettest. Then he moved up to my clit and stayed there, sucking it with an insistence that drove me insane. I writhed, grabbed his hair, tried to close my legs, and he held them open with his forearms, drinking everything.

Darío shoved two fingers into my mouth for me to suck and then lowered them to my nipple, pinching it until I moaned. After that he slid his hand over my belly and put a finger in my cunt, alongside his companion’s tongue. I felt a brutal mix of pressure and wetness.

—Look at how she opens up —he said, rough-voiced—. She’s begging for cock.

And I was.

When Elías pulled away, his beard was wet and I was on the edge of orgasm, my whole body pleading for more. Darío moved between my legs and pressed the tip to my entrance. The pressure made me hold my breath. He was too thick. He noticed and didn’t slam in; he fed his cock into me little by little, letting me feel every inch.

—Relax —he murmured—. It’ll fit.

I clutched the sheet while the head opened me up. It burned. I moaned with a mix of pain and excitement that clouded my vision. Elías kissed my neck, gave me little nips on the ear, stroked my open legs while Darío pushed farther and farther, sinking in until I was full. When he was finally all the way inside, I stayed still for a few seconds, breathing in gasps.

—Fuck... —I said, almost voiceless.

Then he started moving.

He slid out slowly and came back in deeper, setting a steady rhythm that made me feel every thrust through my whole body. The initial burning quickly turned into pure pleasure. My cunt adjusted, clenching around him hungrily, taking him better with every push. I no longer knew whether I was moaning, begging, or babbling; I only knew I wanted more.

Elías put two fingers in my mouth again.

—Suck them while they fuck you.

I did, looking him in the eyes, and he smiled before dropping one hand between my legs to rub my clit to the rhythm of Darío’s thrusts. That was where I lost what little control I had left. I started driving my hips upward too, seeking him, taking him eagerly, feeling the wet sound of sex fill the room.

—That’s it —Darío growled—. That’s how I wanted to see you.

I came with his cock inside me, all at once, clenching hard, trembling from head to toe. The orgasm shook me completely and ripped a scream from me. Darío kept fucking me through the spasms, harder, taking advantage of how soft and open I was. Elías made me sit up and brought me to his cock.

—Now suck me while he destroys that cunt of yours.

I leaned over as best I could and took him in my mouth, panting around him while Darío kept going in and out behind my hips. The scene was so filthy that I myself would have wanted to look away if it hadn’t been my own body living it. One filled my mouth, the other fucked me without rest, and I was soaked, happy, and lost.

When Darío pulled away, they turned me around and set me on top of Elías, who lay on his back. I grabbed his chest and lowered myself slowly, feeling his cock open me again. Then I started riding him. First carefully. Then hungrily. My cunt already knew what it wanted and swallowed him whole, going up and down on that thick cock while Darío held me by the waist from behind.

He spread my ass cheeks and ran his fingers between them, smearing me with my own wetness. The simple touch on my asshole made me shiver. He slipped one finger in. Then another. I gasped, surprised, but I didn’t pull away. I was too aroused to refuse anything.

—If it hurts, you tell me —he whispered.

I nodded, though at that moment I could barely speak.

The fingers moved inside, preparing me, while I kept riding Elías. He grabbed my tits and started thrusting upward, meeting me halfway, making me bounce on his cock with sharp blows. Darío withdrew his fingers and set the tip of his cock at my ass.

The pressure was intense. He went in little by little, opening me with patience. I moaned loudly, a mix of burning and filth, my nails digging into Elías’s chest. When I felt Darío sink in until my ass was full too, I lost my breath. I was speared front and back, motionless for a second, unable to believe what my own body was enduring.

Then they started moving.

First slowly, in sync. Then harder. My body swayed between them, bouncing, colliding, moaning helplessly. Every thrust shook my stomach; every push from behind made me feel more open, more used, more aroused. I screamed their names, told them not to stop, to fuck me harder, to fill me completely.

I came again like that, pierced by both of them, with my clit rubbing against Elías’s pubic bone and my ass clenching around Darío’s cock. I felt the orgasm explode and pour out between my legs in a brutal wave. I was trembling so hard they had to hold my waist so I wouldn’t collapse.

After that they emptied themselves in turns: first Elías, who grabbed my hips and filled me with a hot load inside my cunt; then Darío, who pulled out of my ass and made me kneel so he could come in my mouth. I sucked him to the end, swallowing without looking away, exhausted and soaked.

When I was done, they let me fall onto the bed. They caressed me as if they had just taken me apart and, in a way, they had. I didn’t know whether to hate them, thank them, or beg them again to touch me. I only knew I could no longer pretend I didn’t understand my own desire.

***

The following days were unbearably tense. Every time I crossed paths with them in the garden, I remembered their hands, their cocks, my mouth full, my ass giving way. Sometimes they would just smile at me. Sometimes they didn’t need to: one look was enough to soak me.

But the real earthquake came when my mother discovered the video.

She found them in the gallery, demanding an explanation for some insolence they had shown me, and they, instead of bowing their heads, showed her the recording. My mother panicked when she was faced with proof of my masturbation and the watching they had subjected me to. First she wanted to throw them out. Then she understood that, if the video got into my father’s hands, the shame would fall on both of us.

That afternoon she went into town to find my father and get ahead of the disaster. She returned hours later with a twisted face, red eyes, and a mute rage that was frightening. She didn’t explain anything to me then, but later I learned what she had seen: my father in the sacristy, on his knees before another man while the priest took him from behind. All the morality, all the hardness, all the supposed purity of our house had collapsed in a single image.

My mother spent a long time locked in her room. At dusk she came out, went to the garden shed, and closed the door behind her. I followed without making a sound, guided by a mix of concern and curiosity. The side window was slightly open. I looked.

She was standing there, trembling, her eyes still swollen from crying. Darío and Elías watched her in silence. My mother didn’t say a word. She unbuttoned her dress with slow hands, let it fall to her feet, and removed her underwear too. She stood naked in front of them, beautiful, mature, her body still firm, with an expression that was half humiliated and half determined, and it left me breathless.

—I don’t want that man to teach her anything —she finally said—. And today I’m not obeying anyone but my own body.

Darío was the first to approach. He stroked her face as if to make sure she was real. Then he took one breast in his whole palm and squeezed it. My mother closed her eyes and let out a muffled gasp, the sound of a woman who had gone far too many years without being touched. Elías stood behind her and kissed her shoulder while caressing her stomach.

I kept spying, my heart racing and my cunt soaking through my clothes.

My mother let herself be led to the bed without resistance. They covered her with hands and mouths. One sucked her nipples until they were hard; the other knelt between her legs and opened her cunt with his fingers. Seeing her like that, moaning, opening wider to receive the tongue, was both a shock and a revelation. I had always seen her as an obedient, almost cold figure. But there she was, trembling with desire like any other woman.

—More —I heard her say, rough, desperate—. Don’t stop.

Elías licked her with obscene precision, sliding his tongue inside and sucking her clit until she arched her back. Darío put his cock to her lips and she took it without hesitation. It wasn’t a timid blowjob; it was the hunger of someone who had been deprived for too long. She sucked with eagerness, with saliva, with noise, bringing one hand up to stroke his balls while he panted over her face.

I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t moan. Seeing my mother turned into that wild woman excited me in a forbidden, brutal way. I slipped my hand under my skirt and started rubbing myself slowly, pressed against the outside wall of the shed, peering through the gap while they fucked her inside.

Darío penetrated her first. He put her on her back, spread her legs, and drove his cock into her in one motion, taking advantage of how soaked she was. My mother screamed, more from intensity than pain, and immediately dug her nails into his shoulders. He started thrusting into her hard, drawing out that wet, dirty sound I already knew.

Elías lifted her head and made her suck his cock again while his partner fucked her. My mother obeyed happily, alternating moans and sucking, swallowing saliva, keeping her mouth shiny. Then they turned her and put her on all fours. Darío spread her ass cheeks and spit on her ass before putting in one finger, then two. She moaned, rocking her hips back, offering herself more.

I was already rubbing myself furiously, soaked, following the rhythm of their thrusts with my own fingers. Inside, Elías positioned himself beneath my mother and drove his cock into her cunt from below while Darío opened her from behind. When both of them started going into her at the same time, she let out such a raw moan that I came right there, silently, my hand under my clothes and my knees weak.

My mother came several times. I heard her beg, curse, ask for more cock, harder, deeper. I also heard her whimpers of pleasure when one emptied himself in her mouth and the other inside her cunt. I left there staggering, aroused and confused, but with one absolute certainty: the problem had never been desire. The problem was the lie.

***

That same night, she came to my room. She closed the door and found me still awake, my breathing uneven and my legs badly closed. We looked at each other in silence. She didn’t have to say that she knew I had been spying. I didn’t have to admit that I had touched myself while watching her.

—We’re not going to live like before anymore —she said.

I nodded.

She sat on my bed and stroked my hair. Her neck was marked with kisses, her lips swollen, and she wore that satisfied shine I had never seen on her before. I felt a hot tug in my belly just from having her so close, so different, so free at last.

—Your father left —she added—. And I’m not hiding anymore.

The days that followed changed our house forever. My mother took control of the estate and Darío and Elías stayed on to work for us. There were no more sermons or punishing looks. There was tension, desire, and a freedom that smelled of danger.

The first time we shared a bed, all three of us, it was my mother’s idea. The second time, mine. After that it no longer mattered who started. I kept sucking them on my knees while she caressed them from behind; sometimes they would spread her legs beside me and make us both come one after the other, covering us in kisses, saliva, and rough orders. Other times I was the one who took the cock in my cunt first while she held my face and told me in my ear not to be ashamed, to enjoy it, that this was what being alive was for.

Not everything was tenderness. There was filth, exhibitionism, power games, and that dark pleasure of knowing our old respectable life had died forever. But for the first time nobody pretended. Nobody preached purity while hiding their own filth in the shadows.

If I learned anything from that time, it’s that a house can look decent from the outside and still be burning on the inside. Ours burned in silence for years. All it took was blackmail, a window, and a little courage to stop hiding and finally accept what we had always been: adult women with hunger, imagination, and far too much desire to live out our own forbidden fantasy.