The Day We Decided to Share Her for the First Time

To begin telling this story, I have to set the scene. Laura and I have been lovers for almost seven years. She is thirty-four. I am sixty-four. I’m married. She’s free, just the way she likes to be.

From the beginning I knew it: I’m a voyeur. Not in the sense of spying on strangers through a window, but in a deeper way. I get turned on by seeing Laura with other men. Watching her enjoy herself, seeing how they desire her, how her nipples harden when someone other than me puts their hands on her, how her cunt gets wet just from knowing she’s being watched. It’s something I carry in my body like a second nature; I don’t know how else to explain it.

She knew it too. And one night, after I’d fucked her while thinking out loud about what it would be like to see her getting fucked by two guys at once, she was the one who said it first.

—Would you really do it, or do you just fantasize about it? —she asked me, looking me straight in the eyes with my come still glistening on her mouth.

—I’d do it —I answered.

—When and with whom?

Talking about it and starting to plan it were one and the same.

***

Laura is like that: she doesn’t improvise, she organizes. I looked for a tourist rental apartment near the city center, a nice one, well located. The idea was to have the day off, no schedules, and see what happened. No pressure, no fixed goals. If we found someone, great; if not, that was fine too.

She arrived dressed exactly as I’d asked: a white linen shirt, fitted white jeans, and a light blue jacket. Nothing more was needed. Laura is one meter seventy-three and has a figure that stops traffic. Her ass, in particular, is perfect. Not huge, but firm and round, and the white jeans did it no favors if the goal was to go unnoticed.

We started at the shopping mall. More than an hour walking through stores, looking at faces, finding nothing that convinced us. Then the waterfront, strolling near the water with the February sun beating hard on the asphalt. Nothing there either. It didn’t matter. We had the whole day and no hurry.

***

At noon we went to lunch at a well-known restaurant: good food, quiet atmosphere, two floors. We asked for a table upstairs, from where you could see the whole dining room below. There were few people upstairs. Three occupied tables and ours. I chose one near two men who were looking over the menu. In their thirties, both of them, well dressed, with that calm air of people who have time and don’t need to prove it.

Laura did it before sitting down. She stood there for a moment, turned her back to their table, took off her jacket very slowly, and hung it on her chair. One of the men stopped looking at the menu.

—It’s hot —she said out loud, not addressing anyone in particular.

She sat down. Smiled at me.

Ten minutes later she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I watched her walk away with that cadence of hers, that way of moving her hips that isn’t acted at all, it’s simply how she walks. The two men at the next table followed her with their eyes until she turned the corner. I leaned toward them naturally.

—She’s like a storm —I said—. Always like that.

They laughed. The one on the left nodded discreetly, with what looked like genuine admiration.

When she came back, Laura looked for something in her bag as she reached the table and, almost as if it weren’t intentional, passed me her bra under the table. I took it and let it fall into the pocket of my jacket, with one strap sticking out, clearly visible. For the rest of the meal, the men kept glancing at each other and from time to time at us. Laura’s breasts pushed against the linen shirt in two perfectly marked hard points, and she knew it.

At one point, while the waiter was attending to their table, I asked Laura softly:

—Do they do it for you?

She answered without hesitation:

—Yes. Both of them. I want to try how they fuck.

***

When lunch was over, the waiter brought us a tray with champagne and four glasses. It was from the table next to ours.

We looked at them. The more talkative of the two raised his glass toward us with an easy smile.

—To combat the lady’s heat.

Laura looked at him directly.

—Miss. We’re not married.

Laughter. We got up to thank them. Introductions: Rodrigo and Esteban, business consultants with their own firm. We introduced ourselves without giving too many details. We talked for ten minutes standing up, mixing with the champagne and with that pleasant awkwardness of not really knowing where this was going.

Rodrigo had that energy of someone used to speaking first, opening doors. Esteban was more reserved, observant.

I threw out the hook as best I could.

—What a shame you have to go back to work. We’ve got an apartment nearby; we could’ve had coffee in peace.

Rodrigo looked at Esteban. Esteban looked at Rodrigo.

—Actually, we can take a little time —Rodrigo said—. If we’re not bothering you.

—Not at all. The day is ours.

***

The four of us walked to the apartment. It was six blocks. Laura went ahead with Rodrigo. Esteban came with me.

While I talked to him about the area without saying anything important, he couldn’t stop looking at her. He watched her walk, watched her hips, watched how the white jeans tightened with every step. Halfway there we switched companions under the pretext of a question. Now Rodrigo came with me and I could see, from behind, exactly what he saw. His eyes fixed on Laura’s ass, following the sway of one cheek to the other, imagining how he’d pry her open, how he’d eat her with bites, how he’d sink into her.

We arrived. I had them come into the living room: big sofa for me, two armchairs for them, a coffee table. Laura went to make coffee.

The two of them followed her with their eyes.

She came back with the tray, set it on the table, leaning forward more than necessary. The shirt opened and showed them the base of her breasts without a bra, the pink shadow of her nipples under the linen. The white jeans looked ready to give up at any second. She served without hurry, without looking at them, as if she didn’t know they were watching her.

—I’ll leave you more coffee. I’m dying of heat, I’m going to take a shower and I’ll be back.

***

What happened next was her idea. She confessed it to me later, laughing: “It just came to me, you know?”

She showered. When she was finishing drying off, she came out into the hall covered from neck to knees with a large towel she held with both hands. She spoke toward the living room without coming in:

—Marcos, the hot water limiter tripped and I can’t get it back up. Can you come?

I excused myself and went. She went into the bathroom, turned around to show me something at the tap. And in that turn, for one second, she let go of the towel.

They saw everything. Her tits standing up, her shaved cunt, her round ass just parting when she bent at the waist.

I went back to the living room pretending I’d solved some technical problem. The two of them were trying not to laugh. Rodrigo had a hard bulge in his pants he wasn’t even trying to hide.

—What happened? —I asked.

—Nothing, nothing —Rodrigo said—. A little accident. When she turned, she had nothing on. It was a second.

—Well, they’re adults. And they’d been staring at her the whole way here anyway.

—With all due respect —Esteban said—. She’s worth looking at. She’s got an amazing body.

—She does —I said—. And she loves being watched.

***

When Laura came back into the living room, the room’s temperature changed.

She was wearing twelve-centimeter heels, a silver-gray strapless tube dress made of elastic fabric that reached halfway down her thigh. Nothing underneath. She had let her hair down.

—Now that’s better. Showered and cooled off.

She took the coffee tray back to the kitchen, came back. She sat on my lap, kissed me slowly, her tongue deep in my mouth, and took my hand to lead it under the dress. I touched her cunt without hurry. She was already wet, slippery, with swollen lips. I slipped one finger inside and she let out a low moan, barely audible, against my ear.

—See how I am? —she whispered—. I’ve been like this since the restaurant.

She stood up and looked at the two men without hurry.

—Do you think they like my ass? —she asked me with an innocent face.

—I have no doubt.

—Then, love, will you help me show it to them? Let’s see what they really think.

She got off my lap. Stood with her back to them. Rodrigo and Esteban literally didn’t know what to do with their hands.

I stood up, positioned myself in front of her, and put my palms on her hips. I started lifting her dress very slowly, centimeter by centimeter. First the buttocks appeared, firm and round. Laura parted her legs a little, leaned forward just slightly, and showed them everything: the pink cunt opening between her thighs, shining with how wet she was, and the line of her ass with the dark little hole pressed in the middle. Rodrigo ran his tongue over his lips without realizing it.

—Look carefully —Laura said, and spread her legs a little more—. Look at how my cunt is.

I slid two fingers between her legs, showed them dripping with juice, and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them slowly, without breaking eye contact with the two men.

Then I turned her around and lowered the top of the dress. Her breasts are exactly the way you imagine them when you see her walking: not big, perfect, with the nipples already hardened and pink. The pubis perfectly shaved, just a strip.

Total silence in the room.

—Do you like it? —I asked.

—We love it —Rodrigo said in a thick voice—. But maybe we should go, we don’t want to intrude…

—Stay —Laura said—. If you like it, we’ll have fun. It’s our first time, right, Marcos?

—Our first time —I repeated.

—I want to fuck both of you —she said bluntly—. I want you both naked now.

***

To get them going, we started kissing in front of them. Letting them see everything: the tongues, the hands, the way she pressed her body against mine. I stroked her breasts and pinched her nipples with two fingers, and she unbuttoned my pants and pulled my cock out right there, in front of two strangers, to grab it with her hand and masturbate me slowly.

—Look at how hard it is —she told them—. Look how hard it gets because you’re watching me.

She knelt between my legs and took the whole thing into her mouth. She sucked me deep, cheeks hollowed, saliva spilling from the corners. I grabbed her hair and set the rhythm. When she took it out, her chin was shiny and a strand of saliva hung from her lip to the tip of my cock.

—Now you —she said, not letting me go—. Take your clothes off.

Rodrigo and Esteban undressed without saying anything. Rodrigo was thick, shorter than long, with tight skin and pronounced veins. Esteban’s was thinner but longer, with a big glans already drooling fluid. Laura looked at both of them hungrily.

She knelt between them and took one cock in each hand. She started with Rodrigo, pushed it all the way to her throat, sucked it hard, noisily, letting the saliva drip over his balls. Then she let go of Rodrigo’s and moved to Esteban’s without stopping stroking the other one. She alternated with a skill that made me forget to breathe for several seconds. Rodrigo had his eyes half-closed and pushed her head to drive her deeper. Esteban stared up at the ceiling with his mouth open.

—Such a delicious cock —she said with her mouth full—. Both of them. I’m going to fuck both of them.

I moved away to the sofa. Just to watch. Seeing her kneeling between two strangers, with one cock in her mouth and another in her hand, alternating, spitting, sucking, was exactly what I’d fantasized about for years.

I suggested moving to the bedroom. I had prepared everything beforehand: clean sheets, condoms on the nightstands, a lamp turned on with warm light.

***

Laura lay on her back on the bed, legs spread and arms over her head. Everything was visible: the open cunt, shiny, throbbing.

Rodrigo went for her mouth. Esteban parted her knees and began kissing the inside of her thighs very slowly, moving up her skin until he got there. When he drove his tongue into her cunt, Laura arched her back and let out a long, sharp moan, her mouth busy with Rodrigo’s cock. Esteban ate her pussy eagerly, licked her lips, bit her clit softly, pushed his whole tongue in until he made her scream against the cock in her mouth.

I sat in the desk chair, three meters away, and watched. I could see her flushed face, her glassy eyes, her throat working Rodrigo’s cock while Esteban licked her cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days.

This is real, I thought. This is really happening.

She came first from her mouth, muffling the cry against Rodrigo, shaking all over with Esteban clinging to her thighs. I saw her legs close over his head, I saw her toes digging into the air, I saw her belly contract with each wave.

They changed positions. Rodrigo put on a condom and penetrated her missionary, in one thrust, sinking all the way in with an urgency she seemed to like. Laura pressed an open hand against his chest.

—Slowly. Don’t come yet. Fuck me good first.

He held out as long as he could. He shoved hard, ass tense, making his balls slap against her ass with a wet sound that filled the room. Laura hooked her legs around his waist and squeezed him, dug her nails into his back, asked for more, deeper, with a voice I had never heard from her before. Rodrigo lasted two minutes, maybe three.

—I’m coming —he panted.

—On my chest —she said in time.

He tore off the condom, grabbed his cock, and blasted his load over her. The semen landed on her breasts in two long, successive pulses, thick white sliding between her tits and down to her stomach. Laura touched herself, gathered the semen with two fingers, sucked them, swallowed slowly without taking her eyes off him. Then she stretched out a hand toward Esteban.

—You. On your back.

She put the condom on him herself, with her mouth, sliding it down with her lips over Esteban’s long cock to the base. She rode him calmly, sitting on the cock and letting it enter little by little, with that up-and-down motion she has, slow at first and then more rhythmic, more intense. She grabbed her tits, touched her nipples with Rodrigo’s semen still shining between them. Esteban grabbed her waist and pushed from below, coordinated, sinking into her completely.

I got up from the chair and came closer. I stood ten centimeters from where the two bodies joined. I could see everything: Esteban’s thin, long cock going in and out of Laura’s cunt, the skin of the glans dragging her lips inward and outward, the thick fluid shining at the base every time she came down to the limit. I could feel the heat, the smell of sex, the wet noise they made as they slapped together.

—Look at her well —Laura said to me without stopping moving—. Watch me fuck myself on it.

Esteban warned her with a long moan, fingers digging into her hips.

Laura hopped off him, pulled the condom off by yanking it with her hand, got on all fours with her elbows on the bed, her ass raised toward him.

—Give it to me along the crack. Rub it hard.

He went behind her. He pressed his cock between her cheeks and slid it three or four times along the groove, with Laura pushing her ass back to help him, and he finished. The semen ran slowly down her skin, dripping along the crack of her ass until it mingled with the juice from her cunt.

I couldn’t stay where I was. I came up behind her with my cock already rock hard and drove it in like that, on all fours, without a condom, sliding in Esteban’s semen, with the two of them still in the room watching me. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, shoving her against me, watching her ass shake with each thrust. Laura buried her face in the sheets and screamed my name through clenched teeth, squeezed her cunt the way she knows how to squeeze it, and in less than two minutes I came inside her, unloading everything I’d been holding back for the last hour.

When I pulled out, semen streamed down her thighs. She turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, and beckoned the three of us with a gesture. She cleaned the three of us, one by one, with her mouth, with that deliberate slowness of hers that is not just pleasure, it’s a declaration of intent. She sucked each cock until it was shiny and clean, looking up at us with her eyes.

***

—Did you like it? —she asked afterward, lying on her back with her hands clasped over her stomach.

—We can’t believe it —Rodrigo said.

—And everything we could do? —she said, looking at the ceiling with a smile—. We still haven’t tried the ass.

—Everything —I said.

There were showers in pairs, some play under the water with soapy hands slipping between legs, laughter, the champagne left in the fridge. When they left, Laura set them a simple condition.

—Next time, I want the test results.

—What test results? —Esteban asked.

—Think. Next time I’m going to fuck you raw, and I want your load inside me. Not that hard to guess.

Kisses. Promises to come back.

***

That was five years ago.

Rodrigo and Esteban came back. Many times, with trust, with that ease only time can give. A year later, Rodrigo’s wife, Sandra, was already part of the group on a regular basis. Six months after that, Verónica, Esteban’s partner, arrived as “the new one.” And to this day we’re all still going strong, delighted, knowing exactly what we are and what we do together.

They were the first. In the stories that follow, you’ll meet the others.