My Stepmother Joined the Bed I Shared with My Girlfriend

That Christmas I decided to invite Mariana to spend a few days at my father’s house with Renata, his wife. When I mentioned it to Renata over the phone, there was a strange silence on the other end, a couple of extra seconds before she said yes. I didn’t think anything of it. Mariana and I had been seeing each other regularly for months; I liked her too much, even if she didn’t take anything seriously and I wasn’t looking for anything that sounded like commitment either. It was sex and nothing more. Good sex, though.

She was still dancing at the same bar, and she was still locking herself away with the owner in the back office when her shift ended. I had never liked that arrangement, but it wasn’t my place to say anything. Until one dawn, after closing, she asked if she could sleep with me. I took her home without thinking twice.

She got into the shower as soon as we arrived. I was about to go in with her, but she seemed different, closed off, so I waited. When she came out wrapped in a towel, she sat on the edge of the bed avoiding my eyes.

—Are you okay? —I asked.

She nodded without conviction. She got up to look for her clothes and, when she turned, the towel slipped a little. I saw her back. I went over and pulled it down the rest of the way. She had long marks, scratches, bruises crossing her shoulders and hips.

—Who did this to you?

She lowered her head and her eyes filled with tears.

—Damián —she murmured—. The guy from the bar.

—Mariana, please, don’t stay with him again.

—If I say no, he’ll fire me.

—We’ll leave together. We’ll find something else.

—And what if nothing better comes up? I can’t stop paying for college.

It wasn’t worth arguing that night. I went to the bathroom, found some cream, and came back. She can’t keep going like this, I thought while I gently rubbed it into her back. She lay on her side, curled up, and I settled behind her and held her until she fell asleep. Silently, I promised myself that when I finished my degree I’d leave that place once and for all.

***

From that day on, she started avoiding being alone with the owner. She’d finish dancing and make up any excuse to leave, or she’d stay with me behind the bar helping me serve drinks. One night we got to my apartment early, ordered dinner, and put on a movie on the couch.

I had my arms around her when she turned and started kissing me. The touching quickly turned urgent. I took off her blouse and kissed her chest slowly, with a tenderness that wasn’t usual between us, careful not to brush against the marks that still hadn’t faded completely. We took off the rest of our clothes and stayed pressed together, skin against skin. Her body was soft, her hair smelled like flowers, as always. I slid my hand between her legs and, just as I began to caress her, she tensed and stopped me.

—Sorry, does it still hurt? —I asked.

—No, it’s just that for a second I got scared.

—I feel like reporting him.

—There’s no need. Don’t get yourself into trouble for me.

We kissed again and slid down to the rug. We were used to desperate, almost violent sex, but that night she needed something else. I started trailing kisses down her belly slowly. I took her clit between my lips and tugged just a little while, with the tip of my fingers, I entered her very slowly, not letting go. Her moans became quick, broken. When she came, I climbed up to her mouth and we kissed. Then I lined my sex up with hers and we started a slow rocking motion that gradually picked up rhythm, her breasts moving with every thrust, her clit brushing mine until orgasm hit me too. We stayed wrapped around each other on the floor, not saying a word.

—Come spend Christmas with me, at my father’s house —I said after a while.

—I don’t know, Cami. Maybe I’d be a bother.

—I don’t want you to be alone. It’s only two days, that’s all.

She kissed me again and said yes.

***

A few days later we arrived. My father didn’t really give much of a damn about my life, so I introduced Mariana as my girlfriend and he didn’t even blink. Renata, on the other hand, knew exactly what kind of relationship we had, and although she hadn’t liked the idea at first, she ended up accepting it. Or so I thought.

That afternoon, after lunch, I went up to the bedroom to get the charger. I had left Mariana in the living room with my father and Renata. While I was washing my hands in the bathroom, I heard the door close. I thought it was Mariana and went out. It wasn’t her. It was Renata, who kissed me with such determination I didn’t even have time to react.

Renata had always made my head spin just by looking at me, and she knew damn well the effect she had on me. I ended up kissing her back, squeezing her breasts over her blouse.

—I don’t care that you brought that girl here —she said against my mouth—. You’re mine.

—Renata, she’s downstairs. Please, let’s stop.

—I need you to do me the way only you know how.

—We can’t, seriously...

We kept going a little longer, until we heard footsteps on the stairs. Renata pulled away and pretended to help me fold a T-shirt just as Mariana peeked her head in.

—My head hurts a little —she said—. Can I lie down for a while?

—Of course, rest. It must be the trip.

When we went downstairs, my father had already gone to a friend’s place and the rest of the house was ours. Renata took me to her bathroom and locked the door. We stripped each other bare between kisses and I knelt in front of her. I gave her oral sex slowly, sinking my tongue in and then moving up to her clit, while I touched myself. Then she sat me in a chair, spread my legs open, and returned the attention: she sucked me while playing with a finger at my back entrance, stimulating me little by little. She looked for a dildo in a drawer and pushed it into me at a pace that made me bite my hand so I wouldn’t cry out and wake Mariana. I came within minutes. Then I turned her onto all fours, got underneath her, and let her lean almost sitting on my mouth. Her body tensed with every movement of my tongue until a long moan slipped out of her.

When I went back to my room, Mariana was sitting up in bed, awake.

—Are you okay? —I asked, holding my breath.

—Yeah. I went out to get some water and, passing by your stepmother’s door, I peeked in. I saw you with her.

—Mariana, I...

—Don’t say anything. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I want you to do that to me now.

She kissed me with a different kind of fury, staking her claim. I wasn’t going to resist. I took the harness with the dildo out of my bag, strapped it on, and gave her oral sex until she was trembling, her hands dug into the back of my neck so I wouldn’t pull away. Then I penetrated her, and she raised her voice on purpose, moaning loudly, shouting my name, wanting Renata to hear from the other side of the hallway that she was with me. I pulled out of her, lay on my back, and let her ride me. I was fascinated seeing her like that, her hair falling over her face, her breasts moving with every thrust, not caring about anything. She came, took off the harness, and we finished in a sixty-nine that made me lose all sense of time.

That night we did it two more times. Mariana was insatiable. And the next day, by the pool, while Renata watched us with a sour face from her lounger, Mariana clung to my neck, kissed me, made it clear who I belonged to. I let myself be spoiled.

***

But what happened on Christmas night blew my mind.

My father had gone out partying with his friends, and when he did that he never came back until dawn. Mariana and I were in the bedroom, her on top of me with a double-ended dildo linking the two of us, moving at a perfect rhythm that had me on the edge. Suddenly the door opened. Renata came in, confident, imposing, wearing a harness with a huge dildo hanging from her waist. I froze. The three of us looked at each other for one eternal second, until she pretended to stroke the toy and asked:

—Is there room for one more?

Mariana slowly got up, sliding the piece out of me, and I felt a liquid heat run between my legs. I watched her walk over to Renata and kiss her. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They were kissing hungrily, Mariana squeezing her breasts, before kneeling down and starting to lick the dildo as if it were real. I touched myself, watching them, unable to move. Then Mariana turned around and offered her ass, and I watched my stepmother fuck her while she held my gaze. I couldn’t take it anymore: I went over to them and kissed Mariana, who asked me to give her my sex. I positioned myself so she could lick me without stopping receiving Renata.

At some point the two of them whispered something to each other. Mariana lay down with the double-ended toy still in her and asked me to sit on top of her. I did, and then I felt Renata settling behind me, claiming my back entrance. The sensation was impossible to describe. Double penetration had always been one of my fantasies, and there I was, between my stepmother and my girlfriend, trapped in a vertigo that left me breathless. I didn’t take long to come, and they kept going, without slowing down. I lost count of the orgasms. There was a moment when the pleasure was so intense I felt like I was going to faint, and after that I didn’t remember anything else.

I woke up disoriented, alone with Mariana in bed. For a moment I doubted it had been real. But my body was still burning, sensitive in every inch, and I knew it was true: those two women had left me wrecked in the best possible way. Outside, dawn was already starting to break, and I couldn’t stop smiling.