Two Married Older Women Challenged Me at Their Own Game

After the holidays, getting back into the routine was always hard for me. Meetings, closing out the previous year, forecasts for the next: everything had to be tied up before I could breathe easily. I spent my entire first week back in Seville doing that, tying up loose ends, until at last I could return to the only thing I was truly passionate about.

What had begun as a way to invest my money had turned into something more serious. I bought old properties—manor houses, convents, half-ruined seminaries—and restored them to return them to their original form. Where others saw rubble, I saw potential. It had taken me years to hone that way of looking at things.

My country house had turned out well during the first interventions, but something still didn’t quite convince me. So when my friend Tomás, the real-estate agent, offered to introduce me to several architecture firms, I paid attention. Of all of them, the one I liked best belonged to two married couples who had shared an office since university.

Bruno and Iván were around forty-five. Tall, slim, not particularly fond of the gym, though they played paddle tennis on weekends. Serious, immaculate, with the kind of carefully groomed gray hair that inspires confidence. But the ones who really drew attention were their wives.

Daniela and Carla didn’t go unnoticed, and certainly didn’t intend to. They liked being looked at, admired. They were two explosive women and, as I would discover in time, dangerous ones. That was why I always kept our relationship more professional than personal: I didn’t want to ruin a good business deal over a moment of lust.

We worked on several projects together, all profitable, until one came along that I didn’t consult anyone about. One weekend I put them all in the car without telling them where we were going—not even Tomás. After several hours on the road, we reached some ruins I knew well: a fourteenth-century monastery where, as a child, I had played a thousand afternoons.

The two couples got to work, measuring and calculating, while I waited, leaning against a fallen wall. When they finished, it was Carla who spoke for all four of them.

—It’s an enormous job. There’s a huge amount to rebuild; we’d have to run the numbers to see whether it would be profitable.

—At least the stones are already here—I replied, pointing to the large blocks scattered across the ground.

I asked them the only thing that really mattered to me: whether the building could be restored to its original state. They said yes, that it would be arduous but possible. And their faces lit up. I closed the deal that same week, including the land and hectares. For them it was the challenge of their careers; for me, a whim I had been waiting years to indulge.

On the way back, already at night, we stopped for coffee, and they invited me to Daniela’s birthday. Dinner, they clarified, because lunch was for family. I didn’t know how to refuse.

***

I bought an expensive perfume, one of those that smells like heaven on certain skin. The only acquaintance I expected to see there, besides the two couples, was Tomás, who couldn’t make it at the last minute. I had planned an early retreat, a convenient excuse to go home soon.

But when I arrived and saw how Daniela and Carla had dressed up, I knew the night wasn’t going to be short. They sat one on either side of me, supposedly so I wouldn’t feel “like a fish out of water.”

Daniela was pure curves and color: jet-black hair, intensely red lips, green eyes impossible not to look at. Her tight dress was a declaration of intent, with a neckline that hinted at large, firm tits moving with every breath. Carla, by contrast, was light: platinum blonde, tanned skin, honey-colored eyes full of calculated mystery, and a round ass that her short dress displayed without disguise. They both knew exactly what effect they had, and used it without shame.

For hours I sidestepped the situation. Sometimes the best thing is to play dumb and let things return to normal on their own. I thought I had managed it, until Carla decided to drop the subtlety.

—Marcos, darling—she began, in a tone that was anything but innocent. —You’re a man with an impressive career. You have a business vision that never ceases to amaze us. The monastery: everyone else saw lumps of stone, and you saw something different.

I smiled without taking the bait. I knew she wasn’t finished.

—That’s why I don’t understand why you’re playing dumb and failing to grasp what we’ve been telling you all night. Or are you slow? You’re not small, that’s for sure.

So that was what dinner had been about.

Using a cigarette as an excuse, the two of them dragged me out to the patio. Away from the table, the conversation shed every disguise.

—From the first time I saw you, I’ve known exactly what I want to do to you—Carla said, looking around to make sure we were alone. —You even appear in my dreams, and not exactly dressed. I dream about your cock in my mouth, about swallowing it whole. I wake up with my pussy soaking wet.

Daniela joined in with a brazen smile, even more direct. I confess that instead of making me uncomfortable, it turned me on. I like women who speak plainly, who say what they want without evasions or shame.

—My husband has his virtues; I’m not complaining—Daniela blurted out, with a bluntness that made me hold back a laugh. —But all through dinner I’ve been wondering what you’re hiding between your legs. Because a good body isn’t always a prelude to a decent cock. And I want to know whether yours fucks as well as it promises.

—You’ll have to find out—I replied, heading back to the table before they could answer.

They brought out the cake with a candle. While Daniela blew it out and offered a few words of thanks, I felt Carla’s hand slide up my thigh beneath the tablecloth, climb to the bulge, and squeeze it shamelessly. Her eyes opened wide when she realized the size of what she had found. She leaned toward her friend and whispered something; a second later there were two hands where there had been only one, two hands fondling my cock over my trousers, feeling it grow and press against the fabric.

I calmly pushed them away.

—My revenge is going to be terrible—I warned them under my breath.

—Are you going to punish us?—Daniela purred, amused. —Tell me where to get into position. On my knees, face down, ass in the air: whatever you want.

I didn’t answer. I only said that I was leaving in five minutes, and that they were both coming with me.

They looked at each other, incredulous. They had assumed that, if everything went as they wanted, only the one I liked best would come with me.

—The problem—I added—is that I haven’t managed to decide which of you is naughtier. And I want to find out.

All it took was an excuse: that they were going to the casino, as they had on other occasions, and that they were taking me along. Bruno and Iván barely looked up from their conversation, asking them not to spend too much and to come back soon.

***

They asked which hotel we were going to. I told them my house.

—Why yours?—Carla wanted to know.

—Because it’s soundproof. And because I have everything we need to have a good time.

They exchanged nervous laughter, asking half-jokingly whether I might be a psychopath. I told them they would have to find out. On the way, they confessed that they had never both been in the same bed with a man. I didn’t bother answering.

At home, the first obstacle arose. They both wanted me to choose, and for the other to accept it sportingly. When I suggested that the three of us be together, Daniela was crystal clear.

—We may be daring—and we are—but we’ve never been together. I’ve never been attracted to another woman. A threesome with two men, now that I might consider.

—Same here—Carla added—although I wouldn’t mind if the other man were my husband. It would be kinkier.

I told them I liked them both equally, so they drew lots amid laughter.

Carla won, and didn’t wait a second. She took me by the hand and pulled me toward the bedroom, asking her friend to put something on the television and pour herself a drink.

Carla wanted to stop by the bathroom first. I took the opportunity to open the part of the room I didn’t show just anyone and get a rope hanging from the ceiling hook ready. I wanted it to be clear from the start who was in charge there. When she came out, we both stood still for a moment: she, upon seeing the rope; me, upon seeing her dressed only in high heels. Her pussy shaved, nipples already hard with anticipation, tanned skin gleaming beneath the warm light.

There was no fear on her face, but an excitement that seemed to surprise even her. I placed a blindfold over her eyes.

—You’ll feel everything much better this way—I told her in her ear.

I tied her wrists and pulled on the rope until her arms were raised above her head, forcing her to stretch her body, tits up, ass tight. I ran my open hand over her back and buttocks and felt her skin prickle. Without warning, I slid two fingers between her legs: she was wet, and a thick thread ran over my knuckles.

—Look at you, you slut—I whispered in her ear. —I haven’t even touched you and you’re already dripping.

—Fuck me already, please—she panted, moving her hips against my hand.

—When I say so.

Then I gestured toward the door, which I had deliberately left ajar. Daniela was peeking in from the hallway. At first she played tough, pretending she didn’t want to enter; but when she saw the softest riding crop I owned and heard Carla receive the first sharp blows on her ass, she couldn’t resist. Each stroke left a pink mark on Carla’s buttocks and drew a longer moan from her than the one before.

—What a weakling you are—Daniela mocked her friend, trying to provoke me into including her. —I’d do it with much more enthusiasm.

I didn’t answer her. I simply handed her a leather strap and let her try. Her first blow was clumsy and weak. I showed her the angle, the stance, and by the third she knew exactly what she was doing. Her eyes shone, and the more she insulted Carla—“slut,” “hot little whore,” “you love being spanked”—the more eagerly the other responded, arching her back to offer her ass.

I told Daniela to undress, and she obeyed without protest. The dress fell to the floor, followed by the bra that barely contained her enormous tits with their wide, dark nipples, and finally a pair of black panties she pulled off completely soaked. Once she was naked, I took her hand and we approached Carla from behind, her skin flushed. I guided her friend’s fingers between Carla’s legs. At first Daniela resisted, as though she felt uneasy touching another woman; then she was showing me her fingers gleaming with juices, almost proud of what she had found.

—Suck them—I ordered.

Daniela opened her mouth and pushed her fingers all the way in, tasting her friend with an expression caught between disgust and arousal. She pulled them out clean.

—The slut tastes good—she said.

I tied Daniela up as well, put her blindfold on, and devoted myself to both of them equally. I pinched their nipples, slid two and three fingers into their pussies until I felt them clench around me, ran my tongue along their backs, necks, and hanging tits. Carla kept asking why she heard a second smack when I wasn’t touching her; I told her I was giving it to myself, and that seemed to drive her even crazier. They were both dripping, and the floor beneath them already held two dark stains. I took out some clamps, adjusted them so they wouldn’t be extreme, and placed them on their nipples. Carla’s breathing quickened when I closed the second one.

—We thought you knew what you were doing—she panted—but this is another level. You’re a fucking master.

—Am I the stupid one?—Daniela called from her spot, unable to see her. —I’m right here beside you, just as naked and tied up as you are.

I brought them close until their breathing almost brushed against each other. Unable to see one another, they could still feel one another. I kissed one, then the other, and then brought them together so they could kiss each other. As they did, my fingers found both clitorises at once, pressing and twisting with my thumbs, and the kiss grew deeper, more ferocious, their tongues out and saliva hanging between their mouths. When I removed their blindfolds, they looked at each other with a mixture of embarrassment, desire, and anger they didn’t dare name.

I released them from the rope. They rubbed their wrists, uncertain but aroused. Daniela broke the ice: she sat on the armchair, spread her legs wide to show a pink, swollen pussy gleaming with juices, and said dinner was served. I knelt before her and licked her slowly, from bottom to top, tasting her lips first, then sucking her swollen clitoris between my lips, then pushing my tongue deep inside her pussy. She began pulling my hair, riding my face, rubbing herself against my chin while she moaned. Carla refused to be left out; she pressed herself against my back, biting my shoulders, moving down my spine until she slipped between my legs from behind, found my hard cock, and began massaging it with both hands while licking my balls from below.

—It’s so fucking hard—Carla murmured from behind, drawing circles with her tongue over my testicles. —It’s about to burst.

Just when Daniela was about to come, I stopped. She growled in frustration, squeezing her thighs around my head, but it wasn’t time. Carla whispered in my ear that even her husband’s cock never got that hard, and slowly pushed a finger into my ass while I went back to devouring her friend. Daniela shuddered when she felt my tongue on her clitoris again, this time without mercy, sucking it and striking it with the tip until her whole body trembled and she came, pulling my hair with a scream that filled the room and soaking my face with a hot stream of juices.

I leaned back against the headboard with my cock hard and pointing at the ceiling, its purple tip crowned with a thick drop of precum sliding down the shaft. Carla wrapped her small hands around it, unable to encompass it completely, and looked at me with a sinful smile.

—So thick, fuck. I love it—she murmured before taking it into her mouth with an unfeigned hunger.

She sucked it all the way, plunging it down her throat, gagging and rising again with threads of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth. A filthy, noisy blowjob, one hand working the base while her tongue circled the tip. She dribbled spit over my balls and licked it back up. Every time she came up for air, she spat on the glans and swallowed it again.

—You suck like a professional whore—I told her, gripping her hair and setting the pace. —Take the whole cock, slut.

Daniela, on the other side, stared at her friend’s breasts, swinging with every thrust into her mouth.

—You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen—she confessed. —Your husband is an idiot for not knowing how to make use of them.

I ordered her to eat them, and she didn’t need telling twice. She threw herself onto Carla’s nipples, sucking them, biting them, tugging at them with her teeth while the other kept sucking my cock. They encouraged each other, growing looser and more uninhibited, until I put them into a sixty-nine, with Daniela on the bottom and Carla on top. At first they hesitated; then they gave themselves over without restraint, eating each other’s pussies with an eagerness neither of them had expected. Daniela spread Carla’s buttocks and pushed her tongue between pussy and ass without discrimination; Carla rubbed herself against her friend’s mouth and returned every lick with two of her own. I watched from behind, slowly jerking my cock, seeing two soaked pussies offered and accepted. They came almost at the same time, muffled screams pressed against each other’s flesh. But that didn’t calm them.

They drew lots to decide who would ride me first. Carla won. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, and drove it all the way in with one thrust. She let out a guttural moan when she felt it splitting her open.

—Fuck, fuck, it won’t all fit—she panted, moving slowly to get used to it. —You’re filling me completely.

I asked Daniela to position herself over my mouth, facing Carla. Her open, dripping pussy descended over my face and blocked my view. I began licking her with my whole tongue, pushing it inside and drawing it out to suck her clitoris, while I felt Carla rise and drop herself onto my cock with thrusts growing faster and deeper. I heard them kissing above me, felt them moving out of rhythm, touching each other’s tits, putting their fingers into each other’s mouths. The entire bed creaked. Carla came with a savage scream, squeezing my cock from inside with spasms that almost made me lose control, and gave her place to Daniela without letting me breathe.

Daniela sat facing away from me, giving me her ass, her large white buttocks bouncing every time she came down. She gripped my knees and began riding me with a fury I hadn’t seen in Carla, impaling herself all the way, moaning whenever the tip touched inside her.

—It’s true—Daniela panted as soon as she had me inside. —It burns. I almost came just from putting it in. Don’t stop, don’t stop, you son of a bitch.

I grabbed her hips and thrust upward, fucking her with sharp strokes that made her ass smack against my thighs with a wet sound. Carla got in front, spread her friend’s legs, and began licking her clitoris while I thrust in and out. It was too much for Daniela, who howled and came, flooding my cock and her friend’s face. I told her to get on all fours, grabbed her hair, and pushed into her from behind again, fucking her like a bitch, watching her ass redden with every blow of my hips. Carla slipped underneath, sucking my balls whenever I pulled out of Daniela, licking her friend’s juices dripping down my shaft.

They both came again, screaming over one another, until they collapsed on their backs across the mattress. They asked for something cold to drink and, before I had finished my glass, Carla insisted on finishing what she had started. She lay on her back, spread her legs, and gripped the backs of her knees, offering herself completely.

—Come on, put that cock in me and don’t stop until you come inside—she asked, her voice hoarse. —I want to feel it.

I positioned myself over her and drove it in with one thrust. Daniela sat beside us, stroking my back, pinching my ass, encouraging her friend with filthy words whispered in her ear. I began slowly, savoring every inch, and gradually increased the pace until I was fucking her with all my strength, my hips colliding with hers, her breasts bouncing with every blow. Carla screamed, scratched her thighs, and clenched her pussy around my cock as if she wanted to rip it off. This time I let myself go. I felt my orgasm rise from my balls, unstoppable, and when it came it was long and intense, the kind that leaves your mind blank for endless seconds. I unloaded stream after stream inside her, so many that she began to overflow, semen running down her buttocks onto the sheet. Carla trembled beneath me, coming again with my hot cum filling her pussy.

When I finally pulled out, Daniela threw herself in without being told: she spread Carla’s legs and began licking her dripping pussy, swallowing the semen that had come out of me. Then she moved up, kissed me, and passed me what remained in her mouth. Carla swallowed it with a smile. This was no longer a night; it was a full-blown filthy orgy.

—I never imagined in my life that someone could come like that—Carla said, catching her breath, her chin still gleaming. —Don’t get offended, but you’re like an animal.

I wasn’t offended. I was far too comfortable for anything to bother me.

While they dressed, their panties in their handbags because they were ruined, they asked me one question each. One wanted to know how much I had enjoyed myself; the other, whether I always came so much.

—I already liked you both before—I replied. —Now I like you more, because I’ve seen you looser, more yourselves. As for the rest…you’ll have to find out.

They laughed. They told me that stumbling once wasn’t serious, but stumbling twice would mean telling their husbands. Then they each gave me a long, tongue-filled kiss and left in a taxi. The only question that night left me with—one I still haven’t answered—is which of them would be the one to come back for more.