Three Neighbors, One Car, and a Secret Between Us

My name is Tomás, I’m thirty-six years old, and I work online from home. Since that isn’t enough for me to live comfortably, I work as a private driver on weekends. I always drove people from the town, lifelong neighbors, familiar faces from this little place where I grew up. Until one day, without warning, the company that ran the route to the city discontinued it, and suddenly half the town was left without transportation.

Most people managed as best they could. Except for three neighbors who came to speak with me directly one afternoon. Twice a week, they went together to a wellness club on the outskirts of the city, a sacred routine they had no intention of giving up. They wanted to know whether I could pick them up and bring them back. To be honest, having regular female passengers didn’t excite me all that much; I just hoped the pay would be worth it. I ended up accepting mostly out of obligation.

I started on Monday. The first was Carla; she lived half a block from my house. A blonde woman just over forty, beautiful in the face, with light-blue eyes, full lips, and a smile that always seemed to conceal a second meaning. She had a toned body with firm curves, and that morning she was wearing a silk blouse and tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. Everything about her radiated the confidence that only comes with age.

A few minutes later, we picked up Renata, also blonde, with calmer mannerisms, an easy laugh, and a perfume that lingered in the car long after she got out. And finally there was Mónica, a brunette with a voluptuous body and a direct gaze, who sat up front beside me and greeted me as if we had known each other all our lives.

During the drive, it seemed to me that all three of them smiled at me more than usual. Especially Carla. I smiled back without thinking too much about it. I dropped them off at the club, said goodbye, and headed back, thinking that maybe this job wasn’t bad at all.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about them. Three grown women, confident, who knew exactly what they wanted. Could I possibly have a chance with one of them? I decided not to rush anything. If something was meant to happen, I would let them make the first move.

On the second day, during the drive back, they started laughing and talking about the “ideal man.” Carla, without the slightest embarrassment, described someone tall, dark-haired, with broad shoulders. Renata and Mónica exchanged a look and burst into a knowing laugh. You didn’t have to be very clever to know whom she was describing.

“And you, Tomás, what kind of women do you like?” she suddenly asked, fixing her eyes on me through the rearview mirror.

The question made me smile. I played along and described her from head to toe: a confident blonde with curves and a mouth impossible to ignore. There was more laughter. Carla bit her lower lip and turned her head toward the window, pleased.

When I dropped off the other two and was alone with her, I stopped in front of her house. Before getting out, she leaned slightly toward me.

“Let’s see if you like this,” she said.

Then she undid one more button on her blouse, just enough for her cleavage to advance, without revealing too much. She held my gaze for one endless second, adjusted the fabric again, and got out without waiting for an answer. I was left burning, my cock already hard and pressing against my trousers, knowing I would see her again the next day.

***

That night, I decided to drop the subtlety. The next day, I asked them point-blank whether they had partners. They told me they were single, separated, free to answer to no one, and they said it amid laughter that no longer concealed anything.

“What about you, Carla?” I ventured. “Always this provocative?”

Instead of answering, she brought her hand to the neck of her blouse and opened it a little farther, showing me the edge of black lace barely containing two large, white tits, their nipples showing beneath the fabric. Renata gasped in surprise, and Carla, far from stopping, raised the stakes.

“I thought about you last night,” she said, staring straight at me. “I slipped two fingers inside myself thinking about your mouth. I came like a slut, alone in bed.”

“Then we were thinking about the same thing,” I replied, swallowing hard. “I jerked off imagining that cunt of yours.”

The other two could hardly believe the conversation. The silence that fell inside the car had something electric and heavy about it. I dropped them off at the club without anyone saying much more, but the air had already changed.

On the drive back, Mónica was sitting beside me. On a quiet straightaway, without thinking too much, I rested my hand on her knee. She didn’t move it away. I slowly slid it up her thigh, keeping my eyes on the road, until I felt her breathing change. Mónica parted her legs slightly, a silent invitation, and my fingers kept moving beneath her skirt until they found the fabric of her panties, already soaked. I pushed them aside and plunged two fingers into her cunt in one movement. She was so wet they slipped in without resistance, and I let out a restrained moan when I realized how ready she was.

“God, you’re so wet,” I murmured. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

“Shut up and keep going,” she panted, grabbing my wrist so I wouldn’t stop.

The other two, in the back seat, watched everything in silence. Whenever traffic allowed, I plunged my fingers into her again, sliding in and out, searching for her clitoris with my thumb, feeling her tighten around me. Mónica seized my arm with both hands, squeezing it, biting her lips to keep from screaming. I pulled my fingers out, shining with her juices, and pushed them back in even deeper.

“Do you want to see us?” Carla asked from the back, her voice hoarse.

In the mirror, I saw her and Renata slowly shedding their clothes. Carla opened Renata’s blouse, pulled down her bra, and began sucking her pink nipples, drawing them out with her tongue while Renata threw her head back and slipped a hand beneath her skirt. Two mature women devouring each other while I drove slowly, hypnotized, my cock pressed against my zipper and ready to burst through my trousers. Carla bent down and buried her head between Renata’s legs, and in the mirror I saw her move her tongue over the other woman’s cunt, sucking hungrily. Mónica trembled beside me beneath my fingers, and when I pinched her clitoris with my fingertip, her whole body tensed, her thighs clamped down on my hand, and she came with a long shudder, biting the back of her hand so she wouldn’t howl. I felt her hot orgasm soak me up to the palm.

After that, they composed themselves, giggling under their breath, and I drove the last stretch trying not to crash, my fingers still sticky with Mónica’s cunt and the smell of sex filling the car. I dropped them off at their houses with the promise hanging in the air that this wouldn’t end there.

***

That same week, I had made up my mind. The next day, when they got into the car wearing those knowing smiles, I stopped them short.

“Don’t do anything yet today,” I said. “I have a surprise for you.”

All three opened their eyes wide. Carla, as always, kept asking questions, but I didn’t let anything slip. I drove past the turnoff to the club and kept going. About twenty minutes away, far from everything, there was an old two-story shed. It had once been a mechanic’s shop, but it had been abandoned for years, without doors or windows, barely a concrete structure surrounded by fields. I drove the car inside and turned off the engine.

I looked at them one by one. Carla held my gaze and understood everything without my saying a word. She wasn’t merely unbothered; she wanted it as badly as I did.

I lowered the back of my seat. Mónica was the first to react; she leaned over, kissed me deeply with her tongue thrust all the way in, and slowly crouched down until she undid my trousers. She pulled out my already rock-hard cock, looked at it for a second with a smile, and took the whole thing into her mouth. I felt it slide down her throat until her nose touched my pubic bone. She began sucking me hungrily, moving up and down, licking the tip and playing her tongue around the glans while I leaned my head back and gripped her hair, setting the pace. She pulled it out, coated in saliva, spat on it, and swallowed me again. The sounds of suction filled the car.

“That’s it, suck it all,” I growled. “Milk that cock.”

The other two soon joined in. Carla and Renata climbed over me, their blouses already open and their tits bare. I bit both their nipples in turn, tugging with my teeth while they moaned and rubbed themselves against my leg. Carla took off her panties and straddled my face without asking permission; I drove my tongue into her cunt until I felt her juices running down my chin. I licked her for a long time, thrusting my tongue as deep as it would go, then pulling it out to go after her clitoris, sucking it with my lips as if I were sucking another cock. She moved over my mouth, pressing her thighs against my ears and pulling my hair.

“Eat this cunt, you bastard,” she panted. “Don’t stop, eat all of it.”

Meanwhile, Renata had stripped completely and sat beside Carla to kiss her, two blondes devouring each other’s mouths above my face. I took turns: I ate Carla’s cunt, then Renata presented hers to my mouth and I did the same to her, sucking her wet lips and thrusting my tongue into her as deeply as possible. Below, Mónica continued sucking me with such devotion that I was on the verge of bursting. I had to ask her to stop so I wouldn’t come down her throat too soon.

Carla sat up and, with the authority that defined her, decided to change the setting. We got out of the car. I finished undressing, and she removed her clothes slowly, letting me look at her, conscious of every inch of her body: her round ass, her large tits hanging firm, her blonde cunt already glistening from how wet she was. I laid her back against the hood, still warm from the engine. Her eyes were full of desire, her pupils huge, and she settled herself, spreading her legs wide in an image that looked as if it had been taken from a porn movie.

I rubbed the tip of my cock against the wet lips of her cunt, soaking it completely before putting it inside her. Then I pushed and drove it all the way in with a single thrust. Carla let out a muffled cry and gripped the edge of the hood.

“Oh, fuck, yes, like that, fuck me!” she moaned.

I made her mine right there, slowly at first, holding her by the waist, pulling my cock almost all the way out and burying it again up to the balls, watching her lips stretch around my dick. Then I grabbed her legs, spread them wider, and began fucking her with an increasingly firm rhythm. She threw her head back and arched her back against the metal, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked in her ear as I kept driving into her.

“Yes, this, exactly this,” she panted. “Break this cunt, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Renata and Mónica didn’t just stand there watching. They approached naked, kissing my neck and shoulders, and Renata began playing with Carla’s tits, sucking them while I continued fucking her. Mónica crouched behind me and licked my balls every time I pulled out of Carla and thrust back in. At one point, Carla asked to turn around. I indulged her: I put her on all fours against the hood, her round ass raised. I spat on her asshole and rubbed it with my thumb, teasing, until she asked me for more herself. I slipped one finger in first, then two, opening her patiently.

“Put it in there, come on, fuck my ass,” she said, looking at me over her shoulder. “No one’s fucked it in years.”

I pressed the tip of my cock, still shining with her juices, against her asshole and pushed slowly, feeling it yield millimeter by millimeter until I had buried it all the way inside. She screamed, and for a second I thought about stopping, but she immediately began pushing her ass against me, asking for more. I fucked her ass carefully at first and then with enthusiasm, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back while Mónica slipped underneath her and sucked her clitoris at the same time. Carla came like that, shaking all over, clenching my cock with her ass so hard I almost came.

I was about to reach the edge when she stopped me with a mischievous smile and gently pushed me toward the sheets I had taken from the trunk and spread over the floor of the shed. There, all four of us settled in. Renata climbed on top of me, took my cock in her hand, positioned it at her cunt, and lowered herself, swallowing me whole. She began riding me at her own pace, rising until only the tip remained inside and dropping back down to the bottom, her tits bouncing against my face. I grabbed them, squeezed them, and sucked her nipples while she rode me faster and faster, her cunt dripping over my balls.

“What a delicious cock you have, Tomás,” she moaned. “You fill me up completely, don’t pull out.”

Beside me, Carla and Mónica occupied themselves with each other in a sixty-nine. Mónica was on top, her dark ass over Carla’s face, while Carla ate her cunt with two fingers inside her at the same time. The moans of all four of us mingled in the empty shed, echoing off the concrete walls. Renata changed positions: she turned around without letting me slip out and rode me backward, with a view of the other two, until she came, squeezing me with her cunt while rubbing her clitoris at top speed.

We spent a long time like that, without a clock, taking turns: I fucked Mónica doggy-style, with Carla underneath licking her tits; I had Renata suck me while I ate Carla’s cunt; I lined the three of them up so I could pass my cock from one mouth to the next. When I finally couldn’t hold back any longer, Carla begged me.

“Come on our faces,” she said. “We want to watch you finish.”

All three knelt in front of me, mouths open and tongues out. I grabbed my cock and jerked off quickly until the first long spurt shot across Carla’s face, from chin to forehead. The second landed on Mónica’s tongue, and she swallowed it in one gulp. Renata received the third between her tits. I kept shooting until the last drop, and they ran their fingers over their faces to gather it all up, kissing one another as they shared my semen, passing it from mouth to mouth. It was the most obscene and beautiful scene I had ever seen in my life.

When I finally let myself go, exhausted, the three of them surrounded me, and for a moment everything fell silent, with only our labored breathing and the afternoon light entering through the holes in the roof.

I took them home a little later than usual. At the doors of their houses, their cheeks still flushed as they adjusted their clothes, we said goodbye as if nothing had happened. From that day on, we stopped hiding our smiles in the car, but we were more careful around the rest of the town. Once a week, we made our secret detour to the old shed, that forgotten corner that became the place where the three neighbors and I fulfilled, without guilt, anything we could think of.