What Daniela Confessed That Night Among Friends

Laura’s tongue never stopped. It worked over Aunt Clara’s sex with a dedication that allowed no interruptions, while Marta kept pushing the dildo into her sister’s ass at a steady, precise rhythm. Laura had no doubt about it: this was the most intense night she had ever taken part in in her twenty-eight years. And the night wasn’t over yet.

Clara’s legs trembled. She grabbed her niece’s head with both hands and pressed her against her, rubbing her sex against that mouth that wouldn’t stop moving. She looked down at her with narrowed eyes, as if she still couldn’t quite believe this was really happening.

—You were right, Daniela —Laura said, taking advantage of a brief pause—. Anal sex is its own thing. I had no idea it could feel like this.

—And has it been done to you, Dani? —Sofía asked, eyes wide—. You never told me anything.

—I think there’s no point in keeping it to myself anymore —Daniela replied.

Leila, who had spent several minutes with her mouth between Daniela’s legs, looked up for a moment without letting go of the clit. Daniela was reclined on the sofa, legs open and head tipped back. She idly stroked the stripper’s dark hair with one hand.

—Tell them about the locker room —Laura insisted, before plunging her tongue back into Clara’s sex.

—If they give me something in return —Daniela said, with a slow smile.

—What do you want? —Vera asked from the edge of the sofa, where she was silently masturbating as she watched the scene.

—Leila can keep going. But I want someone to sit beside her.

Sofía didn’t wait to be told twice. She knelt next to Leila and together they began exploring Daniela: Leila focused on the lips and the clit; Sofía kissed the inside of her thighs, slowly moving up toward her sex. Daniela let out a long breath.

—Come on, Dani, tell us —Marta urged, without stopping moving the dildo in Laura’s ass, setting the pace with her hips.

—My husband has spent months telling me that women who get active in bed do nothing for him —Daniela began, panting—. That he didn’t marry just anyone, that he prefers sweetness. That’s what he likes in a woman. I believed him, or tried to believe him for years. Until a video landed in my WhatsApp. Unknown number, no text.

—And what was it? —Sofía asked, lifting her head for a moment.

—Matías with someone else. Him taking her from behind, her on top of him at one point, and him saying things to her he’d never said to me in ten years of marriage. Very specific things about what he liked. Details I never knew because he never asked me for them.

—Hypocrite —Clara muttered, her eyes still narrowed.

—No offense —said Carla from the bar, turning with her glass in hand—. Because with me he thought that was perfect. He kept repeating how much he liked that I was like that. That was exactly what he said he loved.

The silence lasted a second. Daniela looked at Carla. Carla nodded slowly, not looking away. Daniela pressed her lips together.

—I saw red —she went on—. I was in the gym locker room when it came through, with Laura beside me. And there were two guys who’d spent the whole class hour staring at anyone’s ass who walked by. One of them came up to me when I was leaving and asked me out. He was polite until he looked at his friend and said, “With that little body, we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” I told them to go to hell. But five minutes later, when I got the video… something changed. I can’t explain it any other way: something snapped, and I stopped wanting to behave.

Clara let out a long moan when Laura slid two fingers in beside her tongue, holding her down slowly while she sucked the clit with short, precise movements. Sofía sank back between Daniela’s legs, this time with more urgency, alternating with Leila: one licked while the other sucked.

—What did you do? —Vera wanted to know, her fingers moving faster and faster over her own sex.

—I went into the men’s locker room. The guy who’d asked me out had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. His friend was there too. Worked bodies, broad backs, the kind of guys who clearly spend hours in the gym. None of that mattered to me. I kissed him straight away. His towel fell off. The other one came over. And I decided I was going to do everything Matías had never let me do in ten years.

Marta sped up the rhythm of the dildo in Laura’s ass. The wet sound filled the room, mixed with the soft music drifting from the speaker in the corner. The apartment smelled of lube, sweat, and the remains of the daiquiri nobody had finished.

—And Laura was there? —Sofía asked.

—She came in looking for me. She saw me kissing the first guy and asked me to stop, not to do something crazy. She really did try, I’ll give her that. But I had already made up my mind. I knelt down and sucked him off without thinking twice. He got so worked up that he told his friend to come closer and watch.

—And how did you feel when he did that? —Vera asked.

—Good. Very good. I’d never had the chance to let myself go completely, for real. The cock felt hot and hard filling my throat, and that turned me on more than I expected. When the second one came over, with one just as impressive, I didn’t resist that either.

Rosa, who had been sitting apart for a while with a half-finished daiquiri and her arms crossed, watched everything with a rigid body and a clenched jaw. She looked at her daughter Laura: her ass stretched open, shining with lube, swallowing the dildo with every thrust from Marta. She looked at her sister Clara, with Laura’s face buried between her legs. They’re acting as if this is the most normal thing in the world, she thought. But she didn’t say anything. She knew interrupting would only make the atmosphere hotter. Instead, she stayed still, feeling how her own body was betraying her: a damp heat she hadn’t invited and didn’t know how to stop.

—Did you film it? —Sofía asked.

—I asked Laura to bring me my phone. She hesitated, but in the end she recorded it. At first she tried to make me stop. At some point she stopped trying.

—It was when I couldn’t anymore —Laura admitted, her voice broken, without lifting her mouth from Clara’s sex—. Watching the two of them fuck her, the way her face looked… it turned me on so much I put my fingers inside myself. I filmed with one hand and touched myself with the other. And I don’t regret it.

***

Carla came over to Rosa with a cold drink. She watched her for a moment: the legs crossed tightly, the eyes that didn’t know where to settle. Rosa took the glass without looking at her. Carla didn’t leave. She stayed standing beside her, the heat of her body just inches from Rosa’s shoulder.

Rosa said nothing. But she opened her legs a little. A tiny gesture, almost imperceptible. Carla saw it. She knelt down slowly, without hurrying, as if giving her time to change her mind. Rosa didn’t stop her.

The first lick was gentle, almost a brush. Rosa exhaled through her nose. The second was firmer, straight to the clit. Rosa closed her eyes slowly.

—How did the locker room thing end? —Marta asked, never letting go of the dildo still pumping steadily in Laura’s ass.

—They both fucked me —Daniela said, panting—. First one in my mouth and the other in my cunt, against the lockers. Taking turns. I was just begging for more. When they switched places I felt something finally wake up inside me, something that had been asleep for years. I asked the first one to put it in my ass.

—Without warning him first? —Vera asked, biting her lip.

—I told him to push slowly at first and not to stop when I couldn’t talk. It hurt a little. But it was the kind of pain that makes you want more, not less. I asked him to go harder. He did. The other one pried my mouth open with his fingers and shoved it in there too. They were fucking me on both ends at the same time, saying things Matías wouldn’t even dare in a dream. And I moaned and begged for more, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

Clara came with a moan that for a second drowned out the music. Her thighs clamped around Laura’s head, and Laura kept licking slowly until the end, taking everything, never rushing.

Marta carefully pulled the dildo out of Laura’s ass. She looked at her aunt Clara with a smile.

—Want to try? —she asked.

Clara took a second. Then she nodded in silence.

The two of them adjusted the harness to Clara’s pelvis. Laura got on all fours on the rug and Vera sat facing her, legs open. Laura didn’t wait: she started licking her at once, parting the lips with the tip of her tongue, sucking the clit with a slow, constant pressure that made Vera close her eyes instantly.

Clara lubed up the dildo, positioned herself behind Laura, and began to push slowly. Laura’s stretched ass took it without resistance, centimeter by centimeter, until the base touched her skin. Clara closed her eyes: the harness brushed her clit with every movement and the sensation came in waves. She started moving harder, with more rhythm, hands gripping Laura’s hips.

—And what did you do when those guys finished? —Sofía asked Laura.

—When the first one finished inside Daniela, I heard the sound and something shot through me. She came at that exact moment, her legs trembling. I was masturbating while watching everything, no longer pretending I was only filming because I had to. The other one told her to kneel and came all over her face. She opened her mouth, let him fill it, and looked straight at me. Eyes wide open, looking at the camera. Looking at me.

Laura lifted her head from between Vera’s legs for a second, lips wet, and sank back down without saying anything else.

—And after that? —Vera insisted, grabbing Laura’s hair to pull her closer.

—After that I licked Laura’s cunt —Daniela said, with a slow smile—. She says she didn’t want me to. But her red cheeks said otherwise. I asked the guys not to touch her; they put a condition on it: they wanted to see me do it to her. I kept insisting with Laura until she agreed to open her legs. And it was the best decision I made in that whole locker room.

—I did it because I was afraid one of them might do something worse to me —Laura clarified, her voice broken—. At least this way I was the one choosing.

—And yet you did it —Daniela said—. That’s what matters.

Rosa had her eyes closed. Carla slid her tongue deep, moving it in short, precise rhythms. One finger pressed against the edge of Rosa’s anus, not entering, only brushing, testing the resistance. Rosa exhaled sharply. Her hips moved on their own toward that mouth. She wasn’t thinking about anything. She couldn’t.

Sofía let out a long moan when Leila drove her to the edge: she sucked her clit hard, slid in two fingers and curled them inward, searching for the exact spot. Sofía clutched Daniela’s shoulder and shook all over. Daniela held her, kissing her neck while Leila’s tongue kept working between her own thighs.

Vera came seconds later, her thighs closing for a moment around Laura’s head before opening again, her hips pulsing slowly against that mouth that never stopped.

Clara came too: the harness squeezed her clit with each thrust until the sensation became too intense to bear. She stayed still behind Laura, hands on her hips, breathing deeply through her nose for several seconds.

Carla smiled against Rosa’s sex. She slid the finger a little deeper, moving it carefully, without forcing. Rosa didn’t protest. She gripped the edge of the sofa with her free hand and let out a sound that wasn’t discomfort. It was the exact opposite, and both of them knew it.

The music kept playing low and sensual, filling the apartment’s silences. No one talked about stopping.

—I have something to tell too —Vera said from the floor, not moving yet.

Clara lifted her eyes to her daughter. Something in her expression changed: a slight tension, almost imperceptible, that did not go unnoticed.

—Does it have to do with what happened in the shower? —Laura asked, sitting up slowly, lips shining.

—It has to do with what happened after the shower —Vera confirmed, glancing at her mother out of the corner of her eye—. And I think it’s time to say it.

Clara pressed her lips together. She looked away. The apartment fell silent for a second: only the low music, the heavy breathing of several women, and the occasional clink of a glass. No one moved to hurry or to stop.

They all waited.