We Fulfilled My Girlfriend’s Fantasy with Five Men

The scene in front of my eyes was one I had seen hundreds of times on my phone screen, always in secret, always with the volume low. The difference that night was enormous: the main character wasn’t some unknown actress with a fake name. It was Renata, my girlfriend, the girl I slept with every night.

She was kneeling in the middle of my room, with not a single piece of clothing on. Blonde, slim, with that long back that had always driven me crazy. Around her, five equally naked men formed a tight circle. I had sat down in the armchair, off to one side, a little in the dimness, exactly where we had agreed I would be.

We had talked about it so many times it already felt like a story we were never going to live. A fantasy we repeated in bed, in a low voice, while we touched each other. And now it was happening for real, a meter away from me, and I couldn’t say which of the two of us was enjoying it more.

—Are you okay? —she had asked me an hour earlier, while tying up her hair in front of the mirror.

—Better than okay —I answered—. And you?

—I’m scared and turned on at the same time —she said, and smiled in a way I had never seen before.

That scared-and-turned-on feeling was exactly what I was feeling too.

***

Her small, delicate hands were holding two cocks at once. She kept moving from one to the other, taking one in her mouth first and then the next, without breaking rhythm. Meanwhile, a bunch of hands were roaming over her breasts, pinching her nipples and tugging them gently. Renata had her eyes half-closed and her breathing was heavy.

The most incredible thing was how she managed to tend to everyone with only two hands. She let go of one and grabbed another. If any of them brought theirs close to her face, she opened her mouth and took it in without thinking. She jerked off two while sucking a third, and still seemed to want more.

I had lowered my pants and was touching myself slowly, like a teenager spying on something he shouldn’t be seeing. I didn’t want to finish too soon. I wanted it to last, to imprint every detail in my memory.

The strange thing was what I felt inside. It wasn’t jealousy, though I had feared it might show up. It was something harder to name: pride, desire, and a strange tenderness, all mixed together. I knew her better than anyone in that room and, even so, that night I discovered a version of her I had never seen before.

I paid attention to the small details. To how the muscles in her back stood out every time she leaned forward. To the drops of sweat sliding down the nape of her neck. To the way she arched her feet against the floor when something truly felt good. They were gestures I knew by heart from our nights alone, and seeing them there, multiplied, left me breathless.

The sound was, perhaps, the best part of all. Better even than the image. In that room, you could hear with absolute clarity the wet noise she made with a cock in her mouth. A soaked, hoarse sound that changed each time one of them held her by the nape and pushed a little deeper.

They grabbed her head and held her like that for several seconds. Or they moved back and forth, setting a slow rhythm. And there was Renata’s urgency, changing from one to another every few seconds, as if she were afraid one of them might feel left out. She was completely given over.

***

After a while, one of them —a tall guy with a short beard, whom the others called Dami— extended his hand and helped her up from the floor. He took her to my own bed, the one where the two of us slept every night, and lay down on his back with his legs open.

Renata settled herself on all fours between his legs and started sucking him, slowly at first, taking her time. And since her ass was free and raised, another of the men came up behind her.

He spread her cheeks apart with both hands, like someone pulling back a curtain, and buried his whole face against her. He started licking her pussy in front of my eyes and the other three who were waiting their turn. I clenched my teeth. It was an image I was going to remember for the rest of my life.

Now Renata was no longer tending to five at once, but to just one, while the one behind her ate her cunt with a hunger that made you jealous. And it really was jealous-making: that guy became the luckiest man of the night. He lifted his head for a second, licked his lips, and let out a line that left us all in silence.

—She’s soaking wet. There’s no point in you waiting.

He said it without taking his eyes off her, and lowered his head again. He was drinking down everything her body had started giving off. None of us got the chance to do the same, because when he got tired of licking her he didn’t give up the spot to anyone. He straightened up, settled behind her, and shoved inside her in one shot.

***

Renata let out a short cry, an airless “ahhh,” and immediately took the man’s cock in front of her mouth again. The one behind her started slowly, measuring it, and gradually sped up. There came a point when the thrusts were so hard you could hear the dull slap of his body against hers, over and over, without pause.

Two of the three still waiting climbed onto the bed, one on each side of her face. Then Renata, who a second earlier had been sucking just one, had three cocks around her mouth, alternating between the three with a desperation that drove me wild.

My dick was about to explode. What I was seeing was the most intense thing I had ever witnessed in my life. They were fucking my girlfriend and I was living it as if I were the one there, inside her. I liked everything. I wanted more.

I never thought seeing another person with her could bring us together instead of driving us apart.

They started taking turns. Each one went through her mouth and the rest of her body, as if they had some silent order only they knew. Renata let herself be repositioned, lifted, turned. She didn’t protest at anything. She only asked, with her eyes and her hoarse voice, for them to keep going.

***

And then came the moment I remember most. Three of them penetrated her at the same time. One lay down underneath and she sat on top. Another got into position behind her. And the third, standing in front of her face, offered her his cock to suck.

The three of them moved at once, thrusting in a rhythm that seemed impossible to coordinate and yet worked. Even the one with his cock in her mouth held onto her head to set the beat. Renata moaned between each thrust, eyes closed, lost in something I could barely begin to imagine from my armchair.

—Look at me —I said softly, almost without thinking.

She opened her eyes and, in the middle of all that, searched for me. She found me in the dimness and held my gaze for a full second. It was the most intimate moment of the whole night. Her, surrounded by five men, choosing to look at me.

There wasn’t a part of her body left unattended that night. There were hands everywhere, mouths everywhere, and a constant sound of skin against skin filling the room.

***

After a long while —so long I lost track of time— the five of them started to tire. They set her down again in the center of the room, kneeling on the floor, just like at the beginning. As if the night were closing in a circle.

Then the five men, plus me, stood around her. Each one touched himself while looking at her, and everyone’s breathing grew faster and rougher. Renata lifted her face, closed her eyes, and waited, with that same smile from before, the one of being scared and turned on at the same time.

When the first one started to come, the rest of us followed almost at once. We finished on her, on her chest, on her face, on her blond hair that I liked so much. She stayed still, taking it all, without moving away.

When we were done, the room fell silent. All you could hear was the sound of everyone trying to catch their breath. Renata opened her eyes, found me again among the bodies, and smiled at me.

—Did you like it? —she asked me, her voice barely a thread.

—You have no idea —I answered.

The men got dressed slowly, in silence, almost respectfully. One by one they left, and in the end the two of us were alone in the room, her still on the floor and me kneeling beside her.

I held her without caring about anything else. Renata leaned against my chest and stayed there, trembling a little, chuckling softly.

—I had the best day of my life —she murmured against my neck.

—Me too —I told her, and it was true—. And I only watched.

I lifted her in my arms, carried her to the rumpled bed, and tucked her under the sheets. We stayed wrapped in each other for a long while, without talking, until our breathing matched. We had fulfilled the fantasy that had accompanied us in whispers so many nights, and contrary to everything people would say, it hadn’t driven us apart. It had brought us closer than ever.