Four Strangers and My Hot Tub

My name is Mariela, and by the age of forty-two I thought I had tried almost everything. I have a husband, Bruno, who gives me what I need almost all the time, but there is one part of me he never manages to satisfy: curiosity. That little tickle that appears when a situation goes off script and suddenly a woman finds herself doing things she had never planned. That was exactly what happened to me that Sunday, and I still find it hard to believe that I was the one who moved every piece into place.

It all began in the waiting room of a clinic downtown. I was there for a routine checkup, leafing through an old magazine, when I heard a group of young doctors talking among themselves. They were saying that that weekend they were going back to an outlying neighborhood, one of those places where the pavement runs out, to treat homeless people through a foundation. Before leaving, they handed out flyers asking for assistance.

One of the doctors approached me and held out the paper with a tired smile.

“Any help makes a difference,” she told me.

“I’m an architect,” I replied, and the idea occurred to me right then. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go. Maybe I can contribute something in my field—a soup kitchen, a shelter, I don’t know.”

She wrote down the address and time for me. The truth was, my interest was half genuine and half that restless curiosity of mine that never stays still.

On Saturday I showed up. The mobile clinics—converted trucks—were parked behind a hill, and people were lining up to go in for examinations. I climbed the slope with my camera to take pictures of the land; I had a sketch of a soup kitchen with an inner courtyard in mind.

It was from up there, through the lens, that I saw something I hadn’t expected. Through the half-open window of one of the trucks, one of the doctors was very far from conducting a medical examination. She was kneeling in front of one of the men they were treating, her mouth wide open and clamped around a hard cock that was buried entirely inside it, her cheeks hollow from sucking so hard. The man had his hands on the back of her neck and was pushing her deep, and she was sucking him hungrily, not even letting go to breathe. I lowered the camera slowly. My heart was pounding against my chest, and I felt my panties grow suddenly wet. So this happens here too, I thought, squeezing my thighs as the heat rose from my pussy to my face.

***

I stayed longer than necessary, pretending to measure distances but really spying on that blowjob that was none of my business. I watched the man come inside the doctor’s mouth and watched her swallow without letting go, sucking him until she had taken every last drop. When I finally went down the hill and walked toward my car, my panties sticky and my legs weak, I ran into four men laughing uproariously at the side of the road. From the way they nudged one another and lowered their voices, I understood that they were discussing something similar to what I had just seen.

I couldn’t help myself. I stopped on the pretext of asking how to get out of the neighborhood, and between directions and jokes, a long conversation developed. They were weathered men, the kind life had run over without asking permission, all older than me, with big hands and direct gazes. They threw compliments at me that would have sounded vulgar from another man’s mouth, but from them they sounded almost like honest praise. I felt their eyes fixed on my tits, my hips, and it didn’t bother me; I liked it.

“And what are you doing around here, looking so elegant?” the tallest one asked me, a thin man with an unkempt beard.

“I want to help,” I answered. “If you’re interested, I can get you some clothes, take you somewhere for a proper bath, get you something decent to eat. That’s all.”

They looked at one another. They accepted at once. I arranged to pick them up the next day, since I was just about to move and the new house was still half empty; no one would notice anything.

***

I’d be lying if I said I slept that night thinking about blueprints. I thought about something else: the doctor swallowing the man’s cum on her knees, the big hands of those four men grabbing me, how many cocks I could handle by myself in one afternoon. I touched myself in bed beside Bruno, who was snoring, and made myself come while biting my hand so I wouldn’t wake him. The next morning, when I went to pick them up, I had already made my decision.

I dressed so there could be no doubt. A light dress, no bra, no panties, the fabric clinging in all the right places, my nipples showing through whenever the air conditioner blew. They got into the car, and at first the four of them sat in awkward silence, until the heat of my perfume and the way I slightly opened my legs whenever I put my hand on the gearshift told them, without words, that this wasn’t exactly charity. The tall, skinny one sitting beside me stared at my bare thigh with his mouth half open, and I let a conspicuous bulge take shape in his trousers.

We arrived at the new house. Behind it was a large barbecue pavilion with two bathrooms, perfect for what I had in mind.

“Water first,” I said, pointing toward the showers. “Then we’ll see.”

While they washed themselves, I gathered up the old clothes they had left lying around and put them in a bag. When they came out, towels tied around their waists and their hair wet, I had them sit down one at a time in a chair. I took out a pair of clippers and calmly set about cutting their hair and evening out their beards, though I felt nothing like calm inside. Their towels opened when they sat down, and I had a perfect view of each cock hanging between their legs, some of them already beginning to swell.

They wouldn’t keep still. They stretched out their hands, trying to brush my legs and waist, sliding beneath my dress and discovering that I was wearing nothing, and I gave them a gentle swat, pretending to be stern while biting back my smile.

“Hold still,” I said. “Not yet.”

The shortest one, a broad-shouldered, muscular man, looked up at me with a mischievous smile, his cock standing up and pushing against the towel like a tent.

“And when will it be, ma’am?”

“When I say so.”

***

I finished fixing their hair and told them they still needed to rinse off better. It was the excuse I had been waiting for. I led them to the large hot tub, where all five of us could fit without squeezing together. Then, because I couldn’t stand playing the neat hostess for another minute, I let my dress fall to the floor and climbed in with them, completely naked, my tits bare and my shaved pussy plainly on display.

They fell silent. Four pairs of eyes traveled over my body as if they were seeing a woman for the first time, and four cocks began rising at once beneath the water. That look, that surprise, aroused me more than any caress could have.

“I thought you were serious about the charity,” one of them murmured.

“I was,” I said, sinking into the warm water and taking the cock of the man nearest to me directly in my hand. “Now it’s something else.”

I gripped it firmly, my hand closed around the shaft, and began masturbating him slowly beneath the water while looking the other three in the eyes. The hot water and the jets loosened what little embarrassment remained. I stretched out my other hand and grabbed another cock, and within seconds I had two hard dicks, one in each fist, while the other two moved in behind me and fondled my tits, squeezing my nipples between their fingers.

“The lady’s so sweet,” one of them said close to my ear as he bit my neck. “What beautiful tits you have.”

“Suck them,” I asked without thinking, and he lowered his mouth to my right nipple and began sucking it hungrily while the other did the same to my left.

I kept jerking off the two men in front of me beneath the water, feeling their cocks swelling between my fingers. I knelt in the water, my wet hair falling across my face, and took the tall, skinny man’s cock into my mouth. It was hard and salty from the water, and I swallowed it as deeply as I could, letting it reach the back of my throat until my eyes filled with tears. He grabbed my head and set the pace, fucking my mouth slowly at first, then harder.

“That’s it, suck that cock properly,” he told me, and I obeyed because I wanted to obey.

I switched to the muscular man’s cock without taking my hand off the first one. His was shorter but much thicker, opening my mouth until it hurt. I sucked it eagerly, letting saliva run down my chin, while I used my free hand to rub my clitoris beneath the water. The other two waited their turn, stroking themselves and watching me as if I were the greatest show in the world.

When all four of them were hard as stone, they sat me on the edge of the hot tub with my legs spread. One knelt in the water and buried his face between my thighs, licking my pussy from bottom to top, sucking my clitoris with his tongue and lips as if it were candy. Another climbed onto the edge beside me and put his cock in my mouth, and I sucked him while the man below made me come. The first orgasm shook my whole body, with the hot water rising around my waist, his tongue working my pussy and a cock sliding down my throat. I screamed with my mouth full, and my vision blurred.

***

We climbed out of the hot tub dripping wet and out of patience. We dried ourselves halfway and ended up in the living room, on the rug still covered in the plastic sheeting from the move. There I stopped giving orders and let them set the pace.

They put me on all fours, and the tall, skinny man got behind me. He grabbed my hips, pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to my dripping pussy, and drove it in with one thrust, all the way to the bottom. I screamed with pleasure and arched my back. He began fucking me hard, without holding back, burying himself to the balls every time, and the sound of his hips slamming against my ass mingled with my moans.

“Fuck me,” I begged between gasps. “Fuck me hard, don’t stop.”

The muscular man positioned himself in front of me and planted his thick cock in my mouth. I grabbed his buttocks and swallowed him all the way down while the other man pounded me from behind. Being impaled on two cocks at once had me trembling, and the other two didn’t stay idle: one moved around me, touching my dangling tits and squeezing my nipples until I moaned around the cock in my mouth; the other stroked himself while watching me, cock in hand, waiting his turn.

They took turns without any coordination, guided only by desire. When the tall, skinny man grew tired, another moved beside him and took his place in a single leap, thrusting into me without pause, and I received him with my pussy already wide open and wet. Each one fucked differently: the skinny man was patient and knew exactly when to slow down to make me beg; the muscular one was pure restrained force, pounding me as if he wanted to split me in two; the third, balding a little, grabbed me by the hair and drove himself deep; the fourth, the quietest, did it best, with a slow, deep rhythm that touched me inside where no one had ever touched me before.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” I begged the one behind me, my voice broken. “Like that, deeper, harder.”

He didn’t stop. None of them did. We changed positions without any coordination, guided only by desire. They laid me on my back, and one moved between my legs while another sat on my face, and I sucked his balls and cock from underneath. I lost count of how many times pleasure shook me from head to toe. I felt hands on my waist, my breasts, my hair; mouths on my neck, my back; four different bodies taking turns bringing me to the edge and letting me fall, again and again.

The shortest one, the muscular man, ended up beneath me because I wanted to ride him, set the pace, feel that I still had control of something. I sat down on his thick cock and felt it open me all the way, so deep that I stayed still for a second, adjusting to that rod. I planted my hands on his chest and moved in circles, then up and down, slamming my ass against his thighs. Another positioned himself behind me, spread my cheeks with his hands, and slowly licked my ass before spitting on it and sliding in a finger. I screamed with pure pleasure.

“Put it in there too,” I told him, because there was nothing left I wouldn’t say.

And he did. Carefully at first, pushing in little by little, until I was impaled from both sides at once, with two cocks moving inside me simultaneously, separated only by a thin membrane. I had never felt anything like it: I felt full to a point I hadn’t known existed, and every thrust tore a new moan from me. The other two positioned themselves on either side, their hard cocks level with my face, and I moved from one to the other, sucking them in turns, tasting my own juices mixed with the flavor of their cocks.

All four of them came, one after another. The muscular man beneath me was first: he dug his fingers into my hips, shouted, and came inside my pussy, and I felt the hot jet flooding me. The man at my ass held out a little longer and emptied himself there too, pressing against my back. The two at my sides jerked off quickly and came across my face and tits, thick streams of cum running down my chin and hanging from my nipples. I was trembling, my legs weak, coming one last time as they finished bathing me in cum. The living room fell silent except for the sound of five breaths trying to return to normal, and I lay on my back on the plastic, legs spread, my whole body covered in semen and sweat, smiling at the ceiling.

***

Afterward I served them food. I walked among them still naked, my skin still shining with sweat and a thin string of cum drying between my thighs, serving their plates, and they watched me with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude that had nothing to do with the meal. They said things to me, threw me looks, and one of them would reach out to give my hip a soft slap as he passed or squeeze a breast on the fly, and I laughed, still hot, still unwilling for it to end.

The tallest one looked at me seriously for the first time as he chewed.

“Did this really happen, or am I going to make it up later?” he asked.

“It happened,” I told him. “But it won’t happen again. I’m moving tomorrow, and you’ll go on your way.”

He nodded without arguing. They were men who understood things that didn’t last long.

When they left, late that afternoon, I remained alone in that half-empty house, with the plastic rug crumpled and stained, the smell of sex still in the air and the echo of what I had done bouncing off the bare walls. I took one last long shower, letting the water wash the traces of semen from my body but not the memory.

I never went back to the neighborhood. I didn’t resume the soup-kitchen project; I sent the money another way, because guilt, when it appears, also knows how to turn itself into something useful. But every time I pass near a clinic and see a group of young doctors handing out flyers, I smile inwardly and think that a woman never knows where her next curiosity will be waiting.

And when it comes to curiosity, I have plenty to spare.