They Thought the Lady Didn’t Understand Their Language
Those first hot days of June had become a habit for me. As soon as the sun began to bear down, I took advantage of noon to slip away to the hotel pool next to the airport, just two steps from the shop where I worked back then and which, years later, is mine. At that hour there was almost never anyone there. The few guests were people passing through, travelers stranded by a missed flight whose rooms the airline paid for as compensation. I sunbathed for an hour, took a shower at quarter to five, and went to work with my skin bronzed.
I had been married to Andrés for more than twenty years and, to be honest, the fire of our early days had gradually died down without either of us doing anything to rekindle it. I missed those afternoons when there wasn’t a corner of the house we hadn’t christened, the bathroom stalls in bars when desire got the better of us, the way we always ended up tangled together, his cock hard as a rock seeking my cunt at any hour. Above all, I missed feeling desired in that urgent, slightly clumsy way that things have when they’re still new, when fucking wasn’t an outstanding obligation but the only way to end the day.
Over the years I had grown used to feeding that absence with my imagination. If I saw an attractive man in the street, I undressed him in my mind without the slightest shame, estimated the size of his package through his trousers, imagined myself on my knees with that unknown cock in my mouth. My favorite fantasy was always the same, a scene I repeated until it felt almost real: two men at once, one putting it in my cunt and the other in my mouth, giving me no respite. Sometimes, swallowing hard, I would come to believe I could feel something in my throat besides saliva. A woman becomes an expert at deceiving herself.
That noon I was lying on my back on a sun lounger, eyes closed and the sun beating straight down on me, when I heard voices a couple of yards away. I didn’t even bother looking to see who it was. After a while I made out two male voices speaking German, a language I have mastered since childhood because my mother was from Hamburg and insisted that I learn it properly. From the tone of their jokes, from the way they needled each other while talking about their girlfriends, I deduced that they were considerably younger than their deep voices had led me to suppose.
They hadn’t been beside me for ten minutes when I became the subject of their conversation. Whether the lady was still good-looking. Whether, when she sat up, those tits would still be firm where they belonged. Whether she had the perfect mouth to take a cock down her throat. What an ass she had for her age, and how gladly they would open it. Niceties of that sort, delivered with the calm assurance of people convinced that the object of their comments didn’t understand a word. And that was the detail they were unaware of: I understood everything. The lower and cruder their comments became, the more the temperature rose inside my body, the wetter my cunt grew beneath the thin fabric of my bikini. But I needed to put faces to them so the fantasy could truly take shape.
I slowly turned toward the side the voices were coming from, pretending to look for a more comfortable position. They were two blond young men, golden-skinned and gym-built, waxed, without a gram of excess fat. Neither was more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. The bulges beneath their wet swim trunks were clearly visible, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them, however discreetly I tried to be. I rested my head on my arms and turned my torso slightly, giving them the best possible view of my back, my hips, and the crack of my ass hinted at beneath the fabric. They didn’t waste the opportunity: they began describing in lavish detail what they would do to that hot old woman, and every sentence was fuel for my blazing imagination.
The taller one told the other that he would climb on top of me, yank my bikini fabric aside, and shove his cock into my cunt until I begged him to stop, that he would make me come three times in a row by fucking me mercilessly. The other laughed at the idea and added that meanwhile he would fill my mouth with his, that he would love to watch me suck it with tears in my eyes while his friend destroyed me below, that women like me got turned on by being used by two young cocks. Those two kids were dictating to my mind exactly what it needed to imagine, and I could feel my cunt growing soaked, my nipples hardening against the fabric, on the verge of putting my hand right there in front of them without their realizing the power they had over me.
In the end they became so repetitive that they started to bore me. I sat up on the lounger, facing them. I picked up the sunscreen and calmly rubbed it over my legs, sliding my hand all the way up my thigh, the back of my hand brushing the edge of the fabric where my dampness was already noticeable. Then I spread cream over my cleavage and inside my bra, weighing my tits with obscene slowness, looking them straight in the face as I pinched my nipples as if by accident. Their reaction was immediate: a new round of comments, this time accusing me of being a provocative slut, a middle-aged cocktease looking for trouble. And they were absolutely right.
I decided it was time to lay my cards on the table. In flawless German, without raising my voice, I told them they were two very bad boys and far too horny for their own good. Their faces went from tanned to scarlet in a tenth of a second. One of them tried to stammer an apology, but I didn’t let him.
—Would you really do all the things you’ve been saying about my body? —I asked, giving them no chance to recover—. Do you really have what it takes to fuck a woman like me, or do you only know how to show off?
Before they could answer, I addressed the taller one.
—Come on, you, the one who was so eager to shove it all the way inside me. Show me what you intend to use to deliver on all that boasting. Get it out; I want to see whether that cock you talked so much about lives up to it. If you’ve got the nerve.
Then I turned to the other.
—And you, I’m dying to suck you while your friend fucks my cunt. But I hope you’ve got a worthy cock, because if you’re going to put it in my mouth, I want it big and hard. I’m not interested in half measures.
They looked at each other, unable to find a word to say. I kept needling them, telling them that if they were silent it was because they were nothing more than two loudmouths with nothing behind them, capable of spewing filth at a woman but incapable of taking out their cocks and standing by what they promised. They were beginning to tire of my insults, so I gave them the final shove. I slipped on my heeled sandals, stood in front of them with my legs apart and my pubis less than half a yard from their faces, so close they had to smell through the wet fabric how hot I was, ready to teach them a lesson. And the lesson got out of hand.
The taller one put a hand on my hip and pulled me toward him, running his tongue up my belly from bottom to top, biting the edge of my bikini with his teeth until he pushed it aside a few inches. The other squeezed the back of my thigh and, with a slap of his hand, slipped his fingers in through the side of my panties, searching directly for my cunt. He found it soaked and gave a triumphant little laugh. I don’t know what came over me. Suddenly I found myself stroking both their hair, arching my back so they could continue, letting them touch me everywhere, when my only intention had been to humiliate them for being idiots. There was no doubt I had walked straight into the wolf’s mouth all by myself. And that I was willing to let anything happen, because my body had been demanding attention for far too long.
—Shall we go up to the room? —one murmured against my ear while the other buried two fingers deep inside me—. We’ll be more comfortable there. And I promise we’ll leave your cunt battered. Everything we said, we’ll deliver.
As turned on as I was, it was an impossible challenge to refuse.
***
I picked up my bag, stuffed the towel in any old way, and followed them to the elevators. We went up to the second floor without stopping touching each other, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around to see us. Inside the elevator, the taller one pressed me against the mirror, hiked up my dress, and planted his open hand over my cunt through my bikini, squeezing me until I moaned. The other sought my mouth with his tongue without the slightest care while he fondled my tits inside my bra. When the room door opened, one of them had already unclasped my bra beneath the dress, and the other had his hand under the bikini fabric, two fingers sliding in and out of my cunt at a rhythm that made me walk on tiptoe. They both sat on the edge of the bed and left me standing in front of them, as if I were a gift they intended to unwrap slowly.
They pulled my dress over my head and removed my bra completely, letting it fall to the floor. They spent a moment staring at my tits, and the taller one pinched both nipples at once, pulling them outward until a whimper escaped me. Then they pulled my bikini bottoms down my thighs, slowly, until my cunt was bare, shiny with wetness. While one buried three fingers between my legs, opening me without mercy, the other searched for my other entrance with his fingertip, wetting it in my own juices before slipping it into my ass as far as the first knuckle. They both caressed my breasts with their free hands, tugging my nipples every few seconds. I wondered how I had ended up there, a married woman my age locked in a hotel room with two strangers who could have been my sons, naked, impaled by foreign fingers in both holes. But I dismissed the reproach at once. I wasn’t going to waste the only chance to finally fulfill the fantasy I had spent years caressing with my imagination alone.
When they had me trembling and completely at their mercy, my legs weak and on the verge of coming from their fingers alone, they told me to kneel on the carpet. I did so without needing to be told twice. They lowered their trunks at the same time, and two cocks sprang out in front of my face, stiff and throbbing. I ran my tongue over the tips of both before deciding where to begin, tasting the first salty drop already beading on each glans. One was an average size, well-shaped, with prominent veins. The other, by contrast, was considerably bigger than I had anticipated: thick, long, with a huge purple head that gave me a little fear and an enormous amount of desire at the same time.
I started with the smaller one, to get my jaw used to it. I took it all in at once, closed my lips around the base, and held it there for a moment, feeling it throb inside my mouth, while my hand took care of the other, squeezing and releasing from base to tip. I began sucking it eagerly, moving my head quickly, letting saliva run down my chin until it dripped onto my tits. He grabbed my hair and set his own rhythm, fucking my mouth without restraint. Then I switched. The second was too thick to take comfortably; I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and even so my lips stretched taut around the edge of the head. With patience I managed to adjust and take at least half of it, pressing my tongue against the underside. A gag escaped me when I tried to go deeper, and that same reaction filled my mouth with saliva and made the job easier. I lowered one hand toward my cunt and realized I was dripping onto the carpet, literally streaming down my thighs.
They laid me on the bed with my legs spread wide apart, knees bent and held against my chest, leaving everything exposed. One worked on me from the front with his tongue, pressing his whole mouth to my cunt, sucking my lips, burying himself between them, catching my clitoris between his teeth with a gentleness that made me thrust my hips against his face. The other settled behind me and ran his tongue from my ass to the very place where his friend was working, then concentrated higher up, on my other hole, wetting it thoroughly and slipping inside as far as he could while he put a finger in my cunt so the two of them met inside me. Both at once, promising between licks that they would make me come like that before anything else. I tried to resist, to hold out as long as possible, biting my lip and gripping the sheets, but there was no way. Two mouths working without pause, coordinated, one on each hole, and I ended up surrendering to an orgasm that shook me from head to toe and made me scream as I covered myself with both hands, trembling on the mattress as if I had been electrocuted.
Satisfied with the result, the average-sized one lay on his back and sat me on top of him, facing away. He gripped my hip with one hand and held his cock upright with the other so I could lower myself onto it by myself. I descended little by little, with some discomfort at first because of the position, feeling it make its way inside until it filled me completely. I’m not a woman for prolonged torture, so I dropped myself down all at once and took him whole, until I felt his balls pressed against me. I let out a long moan and stayed still for a few seconds, adjusting, while he held my hips and began moving me very slowly. Meanwhile, the other stood on the mattress and brought his enormous cock up to my face. I took hold of it with both hands and sucked him like that, riding the one below and swallowing the one above, until I remembered why they had put me in that position.
The other climbed down, got behind me, and first caressed my center with the tip of that thick shaft, rubbing it over my already occupied cunt and coating himself in my juices, then entered without restraint, driving all the way in with a single thrust. I felt myself split in two, felt there was no room left inside me for anything else, that if either of them moved a millimeter they would rub against each other inside me. Far from hurting, it aroused me so intensely that I began moving myself between them, setting the pace, lowering and rising, feeling one enter as the other withdrew, taking turns inside me in a perfect back-and-forth. I drooled, shouted insults in Spanish that they didn’t understand but whose tone they grasped perfectly, begged them to go harder, deeper, to wreck me. And I came again, this time screaming without the slightest shame, contracting around both cocks at once, so hard that the one behind me swore and had to stay still for a moment to keep from coming too. They kept at it, thrusting together, faster and faster, and I could tell they wouldn’t last much longer at that pace.
—I want you to come in my mouth —I told them, my voice broken—. Both of you. I want to swallow everything.
The first to announce that he was close was the one behind me. He carefully pulled out, his cock gleaming with my fluids, and together they put me on all fours on the bed, my ass raised and my face level with their cocks. The bigger one offered me his sex first, and I took it eagerly, opening my mouth as wide as I could, while the other positioned himself behind me and drove into me with the last strength he had left, gripping my hips and fucking me so hard the bed banged against the wall. This time I was the one teaching the lesson. I squeezed him with my lips, ran my tongue over the tip, played with the frenulum, pulled it all the way out to spit on it and then took his glans back down to the root, accompanying it with my hand moving rapidly up and down. I looked up at him from below with deliberate intent and felt his cock tense between my lips. Soon I felt the first discharge, slight, a sign that he was barely holding on, a hot spurt striking my palate; shortly afterward came the second, much more abundant, a thick jet that suddenly filled my mouth, followed by another and another, until I struggled to swallow and breathe at the same time. I tried to swallow it all, though some escaped from the corner of my mouth and slid down my chin to fall between my tits.
As soon as he finished, they switched places. The one who had been behind me rolled around to stand in front of my face, panting, while the other, the bigger one, took his place between my legs and shoved that enormous shaft into my cunt one last time, giving four or five brutal thrusts that made me scream into the mattress. When he felt he couldn’t hold out any longer, he pulled out, climbed onto the bed, and offered it to me anyway. I did what I could, a little uneasy about its size, taking it as deep as my jaw allowed. But he was considerate: when he was about to come, he withdrew until only the tip remained between my lips and began finishing slowly, in several short, restrained spurts, filling my mouth little by little without choking me. The first jets were the strongest, hot and thick; then smaller ones followed, which I savored and swallowed one by one, sucking the tip between each one to draw out every last drop. This time I didn’t lose a single drop. When he was done, I opened my mouth to show him what remained inside before swallowing it, and he gave a weak, exhausted laugh. It had been years since I had felt so sated, so used, and so absurdly proud of myself. They let me collapse onto the bed, one on either side, and caressed my entire body, my aching tits, my swollen cunt, until their fingers drew one last tremor from me and finally left me in peace.
***
I would have stayed all afternoon with them, letting them fuck me until they could do no more, but I should have opened the shop half an hour earlier. I took a quick shower, feeling the hot water sting the raw places, put on the street clothes I had brought in my bag without a bra because it bothered my reddened nipples, and said goodbye with a kiss on the mouth to each of them, the only kisses of the entire afternoon. I left almost running toward work, my wet underwear clinging to my cunt and the taste of both men still on my tongue.
I was useless all afternoon, reliving everything again and again, so restless that I had to slip away twice to the stockroom bathroom to calm myself with my hand under my skirt, muffling my moans against my forearm. I even regretted not staying in that room instead of coming to open the shop. That night, at home, I told Andrés I was going to take a shower before dinner, which between us had always been a way of saying I was in the mood. He joined me under the water, got hard as soon as his cock brushed my ass, and right there against the tiles he pushed it in from behind while pressing my tits against the wall. We ended up in bed, him on top of me, fucking me as he hadn’t in years, while I closed my eyes and saw the two Germans behind my eyelids, and I came twice in a row. I enjoyed it as I hadn’t in a long time, perhaps because my body was still fired up from before, perhaps because my cunt was still full of the other men’s come, which he never noticed.
The next day I woke sore, my cunt raw and an ache in my ass reminding me with every step what I had done, and that discomfort lasted almost an entire week. It was worth every minute. Never in my life had I experienced so many emotions or felt so much in a single afternoon. And although I never saw them again, even today, whenever I pass that hotel, I smile to myself and grow a little wet just remembering.
