The Surprise Waiting for Her Behind the Blindfold

It all started with a weekend getaway, one of those we’d been promising ourselves for months and never actually taking. I booked a country hotel with a spa in Valdeluz, a small village tucked between mountains where the air smelled of firewood and wet earth. We left early, with the car loaded up and that feeling that time, for once, belonged to us alone.

We arrived midmorning. We left our bags in the room, one with wooden beams and an enormous bed, and headed straight out to explore the area. We wandered through the cobbled lanes, sat on a sunny terrace and ordered a couple of vermouths with olives. As on other occasions, the midday wine made us cheerful, loose, with that easy laughter that catches between us when we’re far from everything.

On the way back to the hotel we were already glued to each other, your hand in my back pocket, my mouth searching for your ear. We were hot, desperate to get through that door. But this time there was something you weren’t expecting. Something I had secretly prepared weeks earlier, while you thought it was just an ordinary weekend.

We had barely stepped into the room when we threw ourselves at each other. We were kissing as if the world were about to end, with that urgency of first times, your fingers dug into my shirt. And just as I started to unfasten your dress, there was a knock at the door.

—Who is it? —you asked, hair tousled, lips still wet.

—Your gift —I said.

I had hired an in-room massage service for you. What I hadn’t told anyone, not even myself entirely, was how far I wanted it to go. To my own surprise, instead of the masseuse I had imagined, a young man appeared in the doorway. He introduced himself as Adrián. He was dressed in white linen, almost transparent, and he was carrying a bag with oils and a folded towel over his arm.

At first I wasn’t thrilled. But with how aroused I was, with the image of you still in my head, the idea started to appeal to me more than it should have. Adrián took out a black silk blindfold and handed it to me with a half smile.

—For her —he said—. The massage is better blind. You feel everything twice as much.

I stepped closer and put it on you myself, slowly, brushing your hair aside. You let me, laughing, not quite knowing what you were walking into.

—Trust me —I whispered in your ear.

And I said goodbye with a long, lustful kiss, biting your lip before letting you go.

***

I pretended to leave. I opened the door, closed it from the inside without going out, and Adrián, without your seeing him, nodded toward a chair in the corner by the window.

—If you want, you can stay —he murmured so softly only I heard him—. Quietly. Watching.

I thought about it for barely a second. Then I sat down.

—Take your clothes off —he told you aloud—. Leave only your thong. Lie face down and put the towel around your waist.

You froze when you heard a young man’s voice so close. You turned your blindfolded head from side to side, trying to understand. I had just left, or so you thought, and suddenly there was a stranger giving you orders in the dim light. You were confused. But also, I noticed by the way you were breathing, excited.

You undressed slowly, turning your back to him, and lay down. The soft light from the lamp traced the curve of your back, the line of the thong, the skin still bronze from summer.

Adrián started with your feet. He pressed the soles with his thumbs, rotated each ankle, and little by little worked his way up your calves. I could see your skin prickling in his wake. How, without meaning to, you opened your legs a little.

He moved up to your thighs. His hands spread wide, firm, kneading the flesh slowly. Higher and higher. And then, when he reached the edge of your ass, he stopped. Right there. Never crossing that line. Again and again, up to where the towel began, and back down.

It drove you crazy. I could see it in the way you moved your hips, trying to get his fingers to climb one centimeter higher. In the chair, I already had my hand in my pants, holding myself back from making a sound.

***

He moved to your back. He ran his knuckles along your spine, kneaded your shoulders, rubbed your nape and, with a delicacy I hadn’t expected, pinched your earlobes. You were moaning very softly, almost without realizing it, and your breathing sped up in bursts.

Suddenly one of his hands started to descend. Slowly, straight down the center of your back. And with the other he began to pull the towel away, unhurriedly, without you being able to say a thing, until your ass was exposed in the light.

—Can I take off your thong? —he asked—. For the full massage.

You took a while to answer. You swallowed. And you said yes, in a thread of a voice.

I slipped my hand inside my underwear and started touching myself while he slid the last garment down your legs. His strong fingers swept over your ass and down until they found you. You were wet; I saw it glisten in the lamp light. Every time he went up and down, you opened a little more for him. From the corner of the room I could almost feel the heat rolling off you.

You were still blindfolded, unable to move, surrendered to hands whose owner you didn’t know. And then he asked you another question.

—Do you mind if I take off my clothes too?

You didn’t know what to do. But I suppose you thought you were alone, that it was private, that I had given you this so you could enjoy it. You said yes.

Adrián undressed silently. He sat on the edge of the bed, took your hand, and guided it to his sex, hard, until you wrapped your fingers around it. I felt a stab of something—jealousy and desire mixed together—that instead of stopping me only made me hotter.

***

He straddled your ass, still face down, and kept massaging your back while rubbing himself against you. He went down slowly, sliding between your thighs, brushing the tip over your wet lips until he reached your clit and came back up. A slow, measured back-and-forth that made you arch your back and bite the pillow.

You wanted him to penetrate you. You wanted it with your whole body. And at the same time you never wanted it to end.

—Turn over —he asked you.

He turned you himself, carefully, and spread your legs. He positioned himself in front of you, brushing against you, and started stroking your breasts with both hands while, very slowly, he sank into you a little. Just a little. Enough for you to gasp and ask for more without words.

That was when he called me over, with a small gesture. I got up from the chair. You didn’t understand what was happening, why suddenly you felt another presence coming close to your face.

I knelt to the level of your mouth. And you, surprised, not knowing it was me, searched for me with your lips and began to take me in your mouth, all the way down as if licking a melting ice cream, from tip to base. At the same time Adrián finished entering you and started moving, slowly at first, harder after that.

I had never seen you like that. Surrendered, blind, taken by two men at once without knowing one of them was your husband. Watching you enjoy yourself like that, without shame, was the most arousing thing I had ever experienced in my life.

***

He came inside you, and you with him, in a long shudder that ran through you from head to toe while I was still in your mouth, holding back so it wouldn’t be over yet.

And right then there was another knock at the door. Silence fell. Adrián stepped away, got dressed in a flash, and left without saying a word. A girl came in through the door, Selena, in lingerie, with a knowing smile. I was as surprised as you would have been if you could have seen. I hadn’t expected her. Or maybe I had; maybe I had wanted her without daring to say it.

She came closer, put a finger to my lips, and asked for silence. Then she took off the little she had on and whispered in my ear that I should keep going, that I should fuck you now.

I positioned myself between your legs and entered you, still hot and wet from the other one. You moaned, thinking, I suppose, that it was him coming back. Selena climbed onto the bed and sat naked on your face, slowly, offering you her sex.

You tasted her wetness in your mouth and, far from pulling away, you started licking her, running your tongue over her, hungry. You loved it. You couldn’t even imagine what was really happening: that it was me pounding into you while you got lost eating a stranger’s pussy.

Selena lifted off your mouth and lay down beside you. I pulled out of you and sank into her for a moment, then went back to you, alternating, fucking the two of you in turns while they searched for each other with their hands. Until I couldn’t hold back any longer and finished, spilling over your belly with a groan I barely managed to muffle.

***

Selena left as quietly as she had come. I went into the bathroom, washed up, took a deep breath, and changed clothes. When I returned to the room, I did it as if I had just walked in through the door, as if nothing had happened.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gently removed the blindfold, and looked into your eyes, still shining and dazed.

—How was the massage? —I asked, feigning curiosity—. Did you like the surprise?

You smiled, exhausted and satisfied, and told me it was the best gift of your life. That guy had incredible hands.

If only you knew, I thought, smiling back at you.

And you never knew. You never found out that that afternoon, behind the blindfold, a guy, a girl, and I made love to you.