My Birthday Ended with My Wife Between My Two Brothers

It was my thirty-eighth birthday that Saturday, and Renata had set her mind on throwing a gathering people would remember. It started at seven, with a dinner that smelled of rosemary from the kitchen and a living room decorated with low candles that made the apartment look bigger than it was. My friends arrived with their partners, the few singles left in the group, and my two brothers, Esteban and Joaquín, who came together in the younger one’s car.

There was a serenade, there was too much rum, and a mezcal a coworker had brought from far away that no one knew how to pace properly. Dinner was served after nine. Then the music turned up, and the living room became an improvised dance floor where some couples grew bold enough to dance.

By eleven, the friends started saying goodbye. Any excuse would do: the baby, Monday’s early alarm, the babysitter who charged by the hour. By midnight there were only six of us left: my friend Damián and his wife, my brothers, Renata, and me.

Damián couldn’t keep up. He and his wife left soon after, leaving the four of us in the living room with the lights dim and an old bolero playing softly. Renata was a little tipsy, just enough to laugh with her head thrown back every time Esteban whispered some nonsense in her ear.

—Put on something slower —she asked, barefoot already, her shoes abandoned beside the sofa.

Joaquín got up and changed the record. Esteban took the opportunity to pull her out to dance, and Renata let herself be led with that deliberate slowness my wife reserved for the moments when she knew she was being watched. I was watching her, of course. But I wasn’t the only one anymore.

They danced one song, then another, and at some point Joaquín joined in from behind. She ended up in the middle, embraced by Esteban from the front and Joaquín from the back, the three of them swaying very slowly in time. I saw how my younger brother’s hands moved up from Renata’s waist to the hem of her dress, and how she, instead of pulling them away, made the slightest gesture for them to keep going up. I also saw how Esteban, from the front, pressed his crotch to her belly, and how Renata shifted her hips to feel the hard bulge pushing against her beneath the fabric.

I got up from the sofa with my glass still in my hand and walked to the bathroom. I needed a minute. Not to doubt, but to breathe.

We had talked about it. We had fantasized out loud about it for months, first as a bed joke, then with a level of detail that was no longer accidental. Renata had confessed to me, one ordinary winter night while I was fucking her very slowly from the side, that she liked my brothers. That she liked them differently from me. That she’d been imagining for some time how the three of them would fill her with cum all at once. And I, instead of getting angry, had come inside her without pulling out, and asked her to tell me again, with every detail.

When I came back from the bathroom, the three of them were still in the center of the living room, but the dancing had become something else. Esteban had his mouth pressed to Renata’s neck, sucking on it hungrily, and Joaquín, behind her, had lowered the straps of her dress and was cupping her breasts over the fabric, squeezing them with both hands until her hard nipples showed through the lace. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open.

—Squeeze them hard —she said, and her voice came out rougher than I expected—. Harder, asshole, they won’t break.

Esteban kissed her on the mouth. It was a long, unhurried kiss, with plenty of tongue, and Renata answered by pressing herself against him, sucking his tongue as if she were sucking something else. Joaquín took the chance to pull down the zipper of her dress, which fell to the floor with a hiss of expensive fabric. She was left in black lace panties, barefoot, stockings still on halfway up her thighs, and her tits bare with the nipples stiff and dark, wet with my older brother’s saliva, as he quickly bent down to suck each one in turn.

—Look at her —Esteban told me with one nipple between his teeth, not letting her go—. Look at her well. See how your wife is turning into a whore.

I looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was short, and she wore a smile I barely recognized. It was she who found my eyes and held them while Joaquín pulled her panties down over her hips, slowly, until her ankles. The lace stayed tangled in the stockings, and Joaquín ran two fingers through her cunt from behind and lifted them to the light. They were shining.

—She’s soaked —he announced, and shoved his fingers into Renata’s mouth so she’d clean them off.

She sucked them without looking away from me, tongue out, letting Joaquín probe her mouth with her own juices.

—It’s your birthday —Renata murmured when he let go of her fingers, speaking to me—. I’m the gift. And tonight you’re all going to eat me.

***

Esteban guided her to the big sofa. He sat her on the edge, spread her legs with both hands, and knelt between them. Joaquín took position behind the sofa, leaning over the backrest, and began kissing her mouth from above while stroking her breasts with a calm that I found hard to recognize in my younger brother, pinching her nipples every few seconds to make her twitch.

Esteban buried his face between Renata’s thighs and stayed there a long time. He pried her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and started licking her from bottom to top, long, flat, all the way through in one pass, then focused on her clit, sucking it like candy. Renata lifted her hips to press it closer to his face, and Esteban drove two fingers into her without stopping his mouth on her.

I sat in the armchair opposite, still dressed, with my glass resting on my knee and my cock hard, trapped inside my pants. My wife began to move slowly, then with less patience, and when she came for the first time, a deep, animal sound escaped her that filled the whole living room. Her legs shook around Esteban’s head and she clamped his neck, choking him against her cunt.

—Again —Joaquín ordered in her ear, pulling her hair back—. One more orgasm, whore, the night’s still young.

Esteban kept his fingers in her, going in and out with a wet sound that could be heard over the music. The second one came a few minutes later, and this time Renata dug her nails into Esteban’s nape until she left marks, and bit Joaquín’s hand so she wouldn’t scream. When he straightened up, his beard was wet from mouth to chin and he wore the smile of a child who had just pulled a prank. He undid his belt without taking his eyes off me, dropped his pants to his knees, and pulled out a thick, curved cock that hung hard against his belly.

—Does it bother you? —he asked, gripping it at the base.

—No.

It was true. All I felt was a kind of controlled vertigo, a deep excitement that pushed me to stay still and watch my older brother show my wife his cock. Renata, meanwhile, had slid from the sofa to the floor and knelt between the two brothers. She pulled Joaquín’s pants down too, unhurried, alternating hands, and when she had both of them in front of her with their hard cocks level with her face, she lifted her gaze to me.

—Are you coming? —she asked, and stuck out her tongue to lick both at once, one on each side, pressing the tips together against her mouth.

I undressed there, standing up, while she had already started working Esteban’s cock with her mouth. She took it all the way in, gagged, pulled it out with a long strand of saliva hanging from her chin, and took it back in again. She moved from one cock to the other with a rhythm that seemed rehearsed, sucking slowly, stopping to spit on them and use her hand, looking them in the eyes. She licked Joaquín’s balls one by one while giving him a slow handjob. I stepped closer, naked now, my cock out, and Renata made room for me in the circle with a turn of her head and swallowed me to the root in one shot.

—Tonight there are three —she told me softly when she let me go, her lips shining, as if it were a secret only meant for me—. But you’re the first. Empty my mouth, my love.

I grabbed her hair with both hands and fucked her mouth myself, setting the rhythm, all the way down, hearing her swallow and cough and come back for more. My brothers touched themselves beside us, waiting their turn, watching us.

***

Joaquín lifted her from the floor with both hands on her waist and bent her over the back of the sofa. He spread her legs with one knee, spat into my wife’s tight asshole, smeared his cock with it, and drove into her in one thrust, all the way in, with no preamble. Renata screamed, not in pain, and immediately adapted to the brutal rhythm he imposed. He fucked her so hard the sofa moved and my wife’s ass slapped against his pelvis with a sharp crack. Esteban sat in front of her and offered her his cock so she could keep tending to him with her mouth.

—Suck, whore, suck like you’ve earned it —Esteban said, gripping her by the nape and guiding her.

I stayed behind Joaquín, watching him move his hips, watching him grab Renata’s hair into an improvised ponytail and slap her ass with an open hand until it turned red. My younger brother was rougher than I’d imagined. My wife, on the other hand, seemed to control the rhythm from below, with every arch of her back, with every push backward asking for more.

—Harder —she moaned with her mouth full—. Tear my cunt apart, give it to me all.

Joaquín didn’t last long. He pulled out in time, jerked his cock twice with his hand, and emptied himself over the low curve of Renata’s back, in a warm, thick streak that ran down to her asshole. She welcomed the jet with a guttural laugh and arched her back so it would land properly on her. Joaquín passed the tip of his still-dripping cock between my wife’s ass cheeks, soiling her well, before stepping aside, breathing hard, and collapsing into the armchair, defeated by his own enthusiasm.

Esteban took over. He made her turn around, laid her on the sofa, and settled on top without stopping kissing her. He lifted one leg onto his shoulder, slid into her slowly all the way, and stayed there, still inside her, biting her neck. His movements were more measured than Joaquín’s, with long pauses where he remained very deep inside and only moved his pelvis in circles, whispering things into her ear that I couldn’t make out. Renata answered him in broken monosyllables and with her nails buried in his back.

—Come here —she called to me, stretching out a hand.

I knelt at the edge of the sofa and brought my cock to her mouth. Renata turned her head and took me in with her tongue out, swallowing me whole, while Esteban kept fucking her with a slow, almost cruel rhythm. I felt her moan against my skin, vibrating against me every time my brother drove in all the way. I could see her cunt open around Esteban’s cock, going in and out slick and shining, and the sight had me on the verge. When Esteban finished, he did it in silence, jaw clenched, coming inside her to the last drop, and stayed on top of her for a few seconds before rolling to the side. Cum began to seep down Renata’s thigh.

***

Renata stood up a little unsteadily and disappeared toward the bathroom with my two brothers’ semen slipping between her legs. She came back wrapped in a white towel, hair pinned up, freshly rinsed. She smelled again of her usual cream, of vanilla and something green, and that gave me, for a second, the feeling that she was my normal wife and not the extraordinary whore I had just watched.

—Ready? —she asked, letting the towel fall.

The three of us were, with our cocks hard again simply from looking at her. She walked over to the rug in the center of the living room, where I had already lain down on my back. She climbed on top of me very slowly, gripping my cock with her hand and sliding me into her with a smile that was intimate, only for me, sinking all the way down in one stroke. She rocked above me, tightening around my cock with her cunt, before leaning forward and offering her back and ass to my brothers.

—Come on —she told them, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands—. One in the ass too. Tonight I want all three of you at once.

Esteban went first this time. He settled behind her calmly, spat on my wife’s tight asshole, ran the tip of his cock up and down to lube himself well, then slid a hand around her waist and pushed in very slowly, testing, waiting, gaining a centimeter at a time. Renata drew a deep breath and exhaled against my neck with a long shiver.

—Slowly —she asked—. Slowly at first, all three of you are big.

Joaquín, to one side, waited his turn with his hand on my wife, stroking her hip, her breasts, her face, putting his fingers in her mouth so she’d suck them. When Esteban found his rhythm inside her ass, the three of us synchronized in something that was difficult at first and then turned fluid, almost musical. I could feel her clenching around my brother’s cock on the other side of the wall that separated us inside her. Every thrust from Esteban behind pushed her against me, and our cocks brushed through my wife. Renata closed her eyes and stopped talking, only moaning now.

It didn’t take her long to come again. When she did, I felt her tighten around me like a wet fist, heard Esteban let out a deep groan behind her and shudder as he emptied himself into my wife’s ass, and saw Joaquín, off to the side, jerking himself slowly while kissing the nape of her neck and biting her shoulder. Esteban came out with a wet sound and pulled away, gasping. A white thread dripped down Renata’s thigh to my groin. Joaquín took his place without anyone having to say a word, slid in through the same hole still open, and started fucking her faster, rougher.

The second round was lightning fast. Joaquín grabbed her hips with both hands and used her, hammering into her with all the strength he had left, until he came with a muffled shout inside her and collapsed onto the rug, panting, his cock still glossy and hard. I was still inside Renata’s cunt, holding her up, waiting, feeling all that her brothers-in-law had left inside her drip over me. She opened her eyes and looked at me from very close.

—Just you now —she said—. Finish me, my love. Fill me too.

I turned her over. I laid her on her back on the rug and held both her hands above her head. I spread her legs with my knees and sank into her all the way. She was hot, swollen, slick with everything she had already taken, and still she clamped around me as if it were the first time. I started fucking her slowly, deeply, marking each thrust, looking at her. My brothers, a few feet away, watched in silence, catching their breath, their cocks hanging wet. Renata found my mouth and we kissed as if it were the first time, as if the other two weren’t there. It was a long, filthy kiss, mine, with her tongue tasting of saliva and cum.

—Come inside me —she begged in my ear, wrapping her legs around me and digging her heels into my ass—. Come too, my love, fill me completely.

When I finished, I did it inside her while looking at her. I let everything I had go in one long surge that tore a moan from my wife, and stayed very still deep inside, letting the last drop spill out. She never looked away. She smiled, tightening around my cock as if she wanted to squeeze me dry.

***

The four of us ended up sprawled on the rug, not talking, listening to the hum of the air conditioner and the end of the bolero that had been repeating for who knows how long. Joaquín fell asleep almost at once, an arm over his face and his cock still half-erect against his thigh. Esteban lit a cigarette by the open window, naked, with Renata’s nail marks crossing his back. Renata kissed me on the forehead, slowly, almost maternally, with the semen of the three of us still leaking from inside her.

—Happy birthday —she whispered—. And thank you.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to sort out what had just happened. Renata had a red mark on her neck, another on her thigh, her ass red from Joaquín’s slaps, and a smile I hadn’t seen on her in years. I didn’t know whether what I felt was pride or something darker, but I knew I didn’t want that to be the last time.

Before we fell asleep, she told me in my ear the only thing I needed to hear.

—Next year —she promised—. Again. And with one more.