The Mature Lover Who Confessed Her Secret to Me at Dawn

That start to the year was unlike any other. I had had dinner with Marta and Diego, the couple I always ended up laughing with until late, and around four in the morning I said goodbye to them and walked home, the cold slipping down the neck of my coat. I wasn’t sleepy. I had that restless feeling that stays in your body when the night still isn’t over.

It was when I turned the corner onto my street that I saw her, sitting on the steps of the entrance, hugging her knees to keep warm. I recognized her immediately. It was Carla, a woman I had known for half my life, one of those people who become part of your neighborhood’s landscape without you ever really knowing how long they’ve been there.

“What are you doing here at this hour?” I asked.

“Waiting for you,” she said, without an ounce of embarrassment. “I’ve actually been waiting for years.”

I invited her upstairs for something hot to drink. She accepted before I had finished the sentence.

***

There are stories one would never dare tell if they weren’t true. Carla’s family and mine had known each other forever, and over the years I had woven a web of complicity with the women in it that I’d rather not judge. For a while, her grandmother, Amparo, sought me out to ease her loneliness while her husband was ill: I fucked her slowly, grabbing her sagging yet still enormous tits, until I came inside her mature pussy. Her mother, Pilar, a splendid woman who still turns heads in the street, asked me one night to accompany her, and I couldn’t refuse: I ended up with my cock buried to the back of her throat while she looked up at me with tearful eyes and her mouth full of my semen. And her twin sister, Daniela, fell with me by the bank of a river one summer afternoon, resting after a walk, with her panties pulled aside and my tongue buried in her pussy until she came, biting my hair.

Only Carla was missing. The twin who had always looked at me out of the corner of her eye, bitten her lip whenever we ran into each other, and looked away just when I caught her staring. That morning, at last, she stopped looking away.

We undressed slowly, without hurrying, like someone who has spent a long time imagining a moment and wants to savor it. I unclasped her bra and her tits fell heavily, their dark nipples already hard and pointing at me. I bit one, then the other, and she gently pushed my head away so she could kneel on the floor between my legs, with the look of someone who knows she has won.

“Let me,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this for far too long.”

She drew me out slowly, looking at my cock as though someone had given her a present, and gave a quiet laugh when she saw it hardening against her cheek. She licked me all over, from base to tip, tracing the vein with the tip of her tongue, then took my balls into her mouth one at a time, sucking them with such care that it made me clench my teeth. When she finally parted her lips and swallowed my cock, I felt it strike the back of her palate. She closed one fist around the base and began moving her hand and mouth up and down together, squeezing the head, cupping her tongue, spitting a strand of saliva that ran over her fingers so she could jerk me faster. Every so often she looked up to check the effect she was having. She was having every effect. She ate me as if she had been fasting for months, moaning with her mouth full and letting drool escape from the corners of her lips until it soaked her chest.

“Before anything else,” she said, releasing me with a wet kiss on the tip and climbing up my body, “you’re going to eat me.”

She spread her legs and positioned herself over my mouth without ceremony, sitting down fully on my face. I didn’t disappoint her. I opened her pussy with my thumbs and found a thick clitoris already peeking out, gleaming with how wet she was. I took it entirely into my mouth and sucked it slowly, tugging on it, and she let out a long, surprised moan. I licked her from top to bottom, plunged my tongue between her lips, shoved it all the way inside her and moved it as though I were fucking her. I held her hips and caressed her tits while she clung to the headboard, then she began moving over my face, rubbing her pussy against my mouth and setting the pace. I controlled the pressure deliberately: I licked her gently whenever I felt her nearing the edge, drove her crazy with the tip of my tongue, and as soon as she relaxed I gave her clitoris another full, sucking pull. I didn’t want her to finish like that—not yet. When I felt her moans growing deeper and her belly beginning to tremble, I pulled my head away and blew gently against her wet pussy.

“Come here,” I murmured. “I want you on top of me.”

“Nothing’s necessary,” she said, reading my mind as she swung one leg over my torso. “I’ve always taken care of myself. I only want you. Fuck me bareback.”

***

She gripped my cock with one hand, opened her pussy with the other and sat down slowly, lowering herself inch by inch until she felt it strike deep inside her. She went still for a moment, mouth open and eyes closed, adjusting to having all of me inside her. Watching her from below, I understood why she had intrigued me for years. She had a full, mature woman’s body, broad hips, heavy tits hanging forward and dark hair sliding down her back. She placed her hands on my chest and began rocking herself, cautiously at first, searching for the angle, grinding my cockhead against a spot that made her tremble, then quickly settling into a firmer, more obscene rhythm, riding me with her whole hips.

“God, that feels so good,” she panted. “You fill me so well, fuck…”

She lowered herself until our mouths met and slipped her tongue into mine as she quickened her rocking. I kissed her while holding her back and thrusting upward, setting the rhythm myself, driving into her from below with sharp thrusts that made her tits bounce against my chest. She stopped moving, overcome by my strength, and surrendered to the motion I imposed on her. Our tongues sought each other, her moans were smothered against my lips, and I felt her whole body beginning to tense, her pussy closing around my cock in sucking spasms, the first signs of her orgasm beginning to flow.

She suddenly straightened, threw her head back and sped up the rhythm herself, rubbing against me and crushing her clitoris against me with every downward thrust. I knew what was coming. I grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples with both thumbs while continuing to thrust upward.

“Don’t stop,” she begged in a broken voice. “Don’t stop, like that, exactly like that, I’m going to come, I’m coming with you inside me, fuck…”

The orgasm shook her whole body. She bit her lip, squeezed her thighs against my sides, and a tremor shot through her legs. I felt her wet my entire cock, her pussy clamping around me in spasms and milking me. She let herself be carried away for quite a while, repeating my name through the tremors and grinding herself against my pubic bone to prolong it. Then she collapsed onto my chest, sweaty, her hair stuck to her face, laughing at her own intensity.

“I haven’t come like that in years,” she confessed, still breathing hard. “Years, fuck. And you’ve still got me hard.”

And we had barely begun, I thought.

***

I lifted her into my arms without pulling out of her, feeling for the floor with my feet. I wanted to change her position, feel her hanging from my neck, take complete control of the rhythm. I stood with her impaled on me, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands gripping her spread ass, and began lifting and lowering her on my cock while kissing her neck and biting her earlobe.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moaned again, surprised by the depth of every thrust. “Not like that, not like that, I can’t take it, you’re killing me…”

“Hold on,” I replied in her ear. “Hold on to my cock; you’re not close yet.”

I pressed her against the dresser, spread her legs wide and fucked her faster, supporting her weight with one hand beneath her ass and gripping her hair with the other to force her to look at me. Every thrust sounded wet, my cock sliding in and out, shining with her juices, knocking her pubic bone against mine with a splashing sound that filled the room. I stopped deliberately just before she could grow accustomed to the rhythm, pulled all the way out and then buried myself in her again with one hard push, making her release a hoarse cry that caught in her throat. She was multiorgasmic, there was no doubt: she went from soft panting to a second release even longer than the first, clinging to me with all her strength and digging her nails into my back until she drew blood.

“I’m coming again,” she warned against my ear. “Don’t you dare stop, don’t pull out, come with me if you want…”

I didn’t stop. I bit her neck and kept driving my cock deep inside her. I felt her fall apart a second time, her pussy squeezing me, running down my thighs and wetting my balls. I held her until her body stopped asking and began to surrender.

“Put me on the bed,” she begged at last, laughing and breathless. “I can’t take any more. You’ve left me trembling. My legs are like rags.”

I laid her down carefully, kissed her and stretched out beside her. We moved from rough sex to a while of slow caresses, the kind that are worth as much as everything before them. I traced her back with my fingertips and caressed her still-hot buttocks, while she curled up against me, my wet cock resting against her thigh.

“I’ll confess a secret to you,” she suddenly said, without looking at me. “But just between you and me.”

“I’m a vault,” I replied.

She drew a breath, like someone preparing to jump.

“There’s someone else in my life. Not a man. A woman. We’ve been seeing each other in secret for years, both of us in relationships, both looking for what our boyfriends don’t give us.” She finally turned toward me, gauging my reaction. “I think deep down we’re both bisexual. We fuck like crazy whenever we can; we eat each other’s pussies for hours. I’ve never told anyone.”

I looked at her, not knowing what to say. She had just overturned every assumption I had.

“Why are you telling me?”

“Because you hide things too,” she said with a smile. “I can tell.”

She wasn’t wrong. I confessed my own secret then: that more than once I had shared a bed with a couple, that I enjoyed making both of them come at once, that it turned me on to watch another guy fuck a woman while I ate her out, that this was my true fantasy. Carla listened with shining eyes, her hand slowly lowering to caress my cock, which was getting hard again just from telling her.

“I love that you told me,” she whispered, and kissed me, squeezing me in her fist.

***

“There’s something else I want,” I told her, sliding my hand along the curve of her buttocks and slipping a finger between her ass cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

“Back there?” she asked, and to my surprise, instead of tensing, she smiled and spread her legs a little wider. “Carefully. It’s the first time I’ll be fucked in the ass. I’m a virgin there.”

I positioned her face down with a pillow beneath her hips to raise her ass, and took my time. I opened her buttocks with both hands and looked at her for a moment: the tight, pink asshole pulsing whenever she breathed. I lowered my head and ran my whole tongue over it, from bottom to top, from her pussy to her ass, in one long lick that made her moan into the pillow. I returned and persisted, making circles with the tip of my tongue around the hole and occasionally pushing to slip it inside. I kept my tongue there for a good while, moving it in circles and leaving her thoroughly wet with saliva, while two fingers worked her pussy from below.

“Fuck,” she murmured into the pillow. “Fuck, fuck, don’t stop…”

I stretched her with my fingers without any hurry. First one, slick with saliva, sliding slowly in and out. Then two, opening them like scissors inside her. I soaked her asshole with more saliva and moistened it with her pussy’s juices as well, until her breathing changed and she began pushing her ass against my hand, asking for more without saying so, fucking herself on my fingers.

“I’ll go slowly,” I warned, positioning myself behind her and resting my cockhead against her asshole. “You tell me.”

I spat into my hand, coated my cock thoroughly, rubbed it against the hole a couple of times, back and forth, sliding it up and down between her buttocks.

“It’s huge,” she complained when she felt the first pressure, clutching the sheets with both hands. “Slowly, please, slowly…”

I entered just a little, only the head, and waited. I felt her close around me with an incredibly tight ring, burning and so narrow that I had to bite my lip to keep from thrusting all at once. I let her grow accustomed to it. She bit the bedspread and released a deep, prolonged moan, then after a moment relaxed and breathed deeply.

“Better all at once,” she asked, surprising me again. “It hurts less that way. Go in firmly. Put it all in at once.”

She hadn’t finished the sentence. I gripped her hips with both hands and pushed decisively, burying myself all the way to my balls. She let out a hoarse cry against the bedspread, a long gasp that became a moan. I stayed still, my cock buried to the root, feeling her ass pulse around me. But she didn’t ask me to stop; on the contrary, she spread her legs farther, arched her back and pushed her ass backward, searching for me.

“Move,” she whispered. “Fuck my ass. Don’t be afraid.”

I began to move, pulling out halfway and sliding back in, setting a slow but firm rhythm. Her ass began opening for me; each thrust entered more smoothly, more easily. I lowered a hand to her sex and found her completely wet, drenched with desire, her clitoris swollen and throbbing. I began making circles with two fingers while continuing to impale her from behind. The double stimulation drove her crazy. She began moving her ass against me, fucking me in return, asking me to go faster.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, her voice unrecognizable. “God, don’t stop, harder, give it to me harder, you’re opening me completely…”

I worked her faster and faster without pulling all the way out, until the thrusts began sounding fleshy and wet, the rhythm banging her ass against my stomach. I spoke into her ear and told her filthy things, told her how well she was opening, how tightly she held me, how much it turned me on to see her offering me her asshole like that. I told her I was going to come inside her ass, that I was going to fill it completely, and she answered by coming for the third time, rubbing herself against my fingers, her sphincter clenching around me in spasms and milking my cock with contractions so strong they were my undoing. I thrust a couple more times, all the way in, and finally let go, emptying myself inside her and holding her against me through the last tremor, feeling every shot splash inside her bowels.

We stayed like that for a while, joined together and catching our breath, my cock still inside her and slowly softening.

“My God,” she murmured when I carefully pulled out, feeling the little stream of semen escape and run over her perineum toward her pussy. “You’ve completely wrecked me. And I loved it, fuck, you have no idea how much.”

I covered her, she curled up beside me, and I let her fall asleep while I stroked her hair. I passed out too.

***

Hours later, the first pale light of January 1 slipping through the blinds, her mouth on my cock woke me. She had taken me all the way in, sucking calmly and bringing me awake with her licks. When she saw me open my eyes, she smiled with her mouth full, climbed up me, sat on top and slid me back into her pussy, riding me slowly, her skin still warm from sleep. We fucked like that without hurrying, her rocking on top while I grabbed her tits from underneath, until she came squeezing me hard and I emptied myself inside her for the second time. Then I went out to find something to eat while she stayed lounging among my sheets, legs spread and my semen running down her thighs.

I returned half an hour later with hot food. When I entered, I heard her talking on the phone in the kitchen and, without meaning to, stopped beside the door.

“I told you, I did it,” she laughed. “I got there first. I’m at his place; he’s gone out to get food, so I’m spending the whole day here.”

I immediately understood that she wasn’t speaking to her mother. You don’t talk to your mother with that kind of ease.

“Do you remember when we wondered what it would be like?” she continued. “Well, it’s better than we imagined. He’s huge and he can keep going forever, seriously. He made me come three times in a row. And on top of that, he fucked my ass, girl; he left me wide open. You’d love it.” She listened for a moment and burst out laughing. “He’d be the perfect third for that fantasy we have, you know that. And get this: it turns out he’s one of us too, he plays with couples. He fantasizes about two women.”

I stood frozen. They were talking about me—and about something I had wanted for years without daring to ask for it.

“Do you want me to suggest it to him?” Carla said, lowering her voice. “If you eat with your parents and then come over, he’ll have time to decide. But prepare yourself, because this guy is definitely going to say yes. Bring the toys, girl. Both of them. The big ones.”

I moved away without making a sound, opened and closed the front door to pretend I had just arrived, and came in whistling as though I hadn’t heard a word.

“How’s the lady of the house?” I asked. “I brought breakfast.”

We ate together, laughing, with the easy intimacy of people who had already seen each other defenseless. At one point she put down her fork and stared at me.

“Are you really one of those guys who plays with couples?”

“Really,” I answered. “I prefer that to almost anything. Making two people come at once seems to me the closest thing to paradise.”

“Wow,” she murmured, playing with her glass. “And have you never done it with two women?”

“It never came up. But I’d love to. Especially if they desire each other, if they eat each other’s pussies in front of me and then let me join in.”

She smiled, biting her lip just as she had whenever we ran into each other in the neighborhood. She picked up the phone.

“I hope I’m not doing something crazy,” she said as she dialed. “This stays here, between us. If my mother or my sister find out, all hell will break loose.”

“I’m not a child,” I assured her, embracing her from behind and squeezing her tits over her shirt. “Your secret is mine. Forever.”

She said little on the phone: an address, a time, a conspiratorial laugh and a “bring the toys” that made it clear the die was cast. She hung up and turned toward me with burning eyes, her hand already lowering to caress me through my pants.

“She’s coming here,” she said. “You’ll have her at the door in an hour.”

***

The wait passed quickly because we filled it with kisses against the hallway wall, groping each other like two teenagers who already knew where they were headed. I slipped my hand beneath her skirt, pushed aside her panties and found her wet again, dripping, her pussy swollen from how much I had used it that night. I buried two fingers in her and fucked her against the wall while she pulled my cock from my pants and jerked me with a closed fist, spitting into her palm to make it slide better. We were about to collapse onto the floor again when the intercom buzzed, and I opened the door without letting go of her, both of us panting and my cock poking out of my fly.

The woman who entered both surprised me and didn’t. Her name was Sonia, a lifelong friend of the family, somewhat older than Carla, with a body that stopped conversations—large tits, a narrow waist, an ass that moved beneath her dress—and a way of looking that left no doubt about what she had come to do. She dropped a black bag on the floor with a heavy thud, approached Carla and kissed her in front of me without the slightest shame, slowly and with enjoyment. I watched Sonia slip her tongue into Carla’s mouth, Carla grab one of her tits over the dress, and Sonia lower a hand to squeeze her pussy over the skirt. They devoured each other’s mouths for quite a while, sucking each other’s lips and moaning softly, as though I were the audience they had been rehearsing for years. When they pulled apart, a strand of saliva still joined them, and they both laughed.

Then Sonia turned toward me, took me by the nape and kissed me with such urgency that she left me breathless, thrusting her tongue down my throat. Her hand went straight to my fly, pulled my cock all the way out and held it in her fist, squeezing it slowly as she measured it.

“At last,” she whispered against my lips, slowly jerking me with her wet palm. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Carla told me everything. Everything.”

Carla positioned herself behind me and wrapped her arms around me, slipping one hand inside my shirt to pinch a nipple while the other lowered to Sonia’s ass and squeezed it. For a moment I stood still between them, feeling one woman’s heat against my chest—with my cock in her fist—and the other’s against my back, realizing that this January 1 had barely begun.

“I’m going upstairs to change,” Carla said, pulling away with a mischievous smile and one last kiss on Sonia’s nape. “Get him something to drink. He’s going to need it.”

Sonia looked me up and down, bit her lip and gave a low, guttural laugh, the laugh of a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Without releasing my cock, she slowly knelt in front of me, right there in the entryway, licked me from tip to balls and then took me entirely into her mouth.

“Relax,” she said, pulling me out for a second with a wet pop and looking up at me with shining eyes. “We’re going to take very good care of you. Both of us.”

And as she swallowed me all the way to the bottom again, choking a little, spitting on me and milking me with her hand and mouth at the same time, I thought that some New Year’s Eve nights don’t end at dawn. They have barely begun.