A Bet, a Pool, and a Threesome That Got Out of Control

The pounding started early, and I’m not talking about the one happening on the screen.

The game had barely reached the second quarter when the house already carried that smell of beer, grilled meat, and testosterone that announces trouble. I had arrived that morning, invited by Darío, an old client who always paid well for staging fantasies too elaborate to be mere whims.

My husband, Julián, already knew what the arrangement was. It wasn’t the first time I’d agreed to play the part of an exhibited, desired, or shared woman in front of men who paid for the experience. Darío got almost more turned on by watching than touching, and this time the idea was even more perverse: to pretend I was his fiancée during a gathering with four of his business partners, and turn me into the prize of a bet if his team lost.

If his side won, everything would remain flirting, games, tension, and money between them. If they lost, I would spend the entire afternoon at the disposal of the four men who had bet against them. That was the deal, plain and simple.

And me? To tell the truth, the idea had turned me on from the moment I heard it.

I’d changed quite a bit over the past few months. Thinner, more carefully groomed, my hair dyed honey-blond and falling over my breasts, fuller lips, skin shaved to perfection. That day I put on a red one-piece swimsuit with a plunging neckline, and over it very short white shorts that barely covered anything when I sat down or crossed my legs. Shiny sandals, long earrings, red nails, and a sweet perfume that always made me feel dangerous.

Darío opened the door with a slow smile, the kind that said you’re already in this.

—You got here before everyone else —he said, kissing my cheek.

—I wanted to see the house and get settled —I replied.

—Settle in wherever you want. You look too good today.

He gave me a ring to reinforce the role. An elegant, expensive, unnecessary, and perverse detail. I put it on immediately, smiling as if I really belonged to him.

The others arrived shortly before the game began. They were four men his age, all clearly adults, confident, loud, the kind who loosened up with alcohol and competition. One of them kept his eyes glued to my legs when I came out of the pool to greet them. Another didn’t even bother pretending when the water left my swimsuit plastered to my body.

I kissed all of them on the cheek, ushered them in, offered them drinks, and played my part with the perfect smile of a friendly fiancée. But when I went into the kitchen for the beers, Darío came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

—Flirt with them —he murmured—. I want to see how worked up they get.

I turned toward him and smiled.

—And you? Don’t you deserve something for behaving so well with me?

I didn’t wait for an answer. I knelt right there, pulled down his swim shorts, and took out his cock. It wasn’t enormous, but it hardened quickly, and my mouth already knew it well. I ran my tongue over the tip, stroked him slowly, and eased him into my mouth until I felt him heavy against my tongue. Darío held my hair firmly, without roughness, and let out a short moan.

—You always come back better —he said—. But don’t make me come now.

I cleaned him with a kiss on his stomach, stood up, and went out with the beers as if I hadn’t just sucked him off in the kitchen.

The bet was settled in front of everyone. Darío and one of the men were backing Miami. The other four were backing Buffalo. The loser would pay, but Darío wanted to turn up the heat.

—If you guys win —he said, wrapping an arm around my waist—, and she agrees, my fiancée will be your prize this afternoon.

There was laughter, shouting, and eyes fixed on me.

—Your fiancée? —said one of them, dark-haired, huge, with a trimmed beard—. What a prize, boss.

I pretended to be offended.

—Don’t look at me like that. I don’t even know you.

—Then all the more reason —another one shot back—. It’ll taste better that way.

I bit my lip, pretending to hesitate. It had already been decided, but I liked hearing them pressure me.

—If you lose, you pay —I said at last—. And if you win... we’ll see whether you can handle me.

That drove them crazy.

I spent the first half going in and out of the pool, letting the water run over my breasts and hips while they pretended to watch the game. I knew perfectly well where their eyes were going. The shorts clung to my body when I came out of the water and turned transparent enough to leave them no peace. Every time I reclined on the lounge chair, I could feel the weight of four gazes running over my tits, my belly, my mound, my legs spread just enough.

The game fell apart at halftime. Darío knew it. So did I. The atmosphere changed. Fewer jokes about football, more comments about me.

—Just look at what we’re going to eat —said the bearded one without lowering his voice.

—Win first —I replied, raising my glass.

—We’ve already won —another one answered, a bald man with broad shoulders—. We just have to collect.

By the fourth quarter, no one doubted the outcome. They called me over to serve tequila and whiskey at the garden table. I went slowly, swaying my hips deliberately. One of them grabbed my waist. Another touched my thigh. When I served the bald man his drink, he suddenly pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck.

—You smell so good —he said in a deep voice—. I already want to taste you.

I looked at Darío. He was smiling with that calm, bastard expression that always gave him away. He made the slightest motion with his head.

I obeyed.

I knelt in front of the first man, opened his pants, and pulled out a thick, already-hard cock, veined and wet at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it and looked him in the eyes before licking it from base to tip. I heard the conversation around us die down. The broadcast continued in the background, but no one was paying attention to the game anymore.

I gave him a slow blowjob at first, savoring him, letting him watch me suck him calmly, but one of the others soon came up behind me and grabbed my hair.

—Open your mouth wide —he ordered.

I did. He shoved my face against the pelvis of the man in front of me, burying the cock in my throat. I coughed, they laughed, and then another man pulled up my shorts from behind and slipped his hand between my legs over my swimsuit. I was already wet, and when he felt the moisture, he burst out laughing.

—Well, look at that. This slut was already ready.

I didn’t answer. My mouth was occupied, and besides, it was true.

They took turns with me like that, one cock after another. I sucked one while they fondled my tits over the swimsuit, squeezed my ass, smacked me lightly, and opened my shorts to slide a hand all the way into my pussy. The alcohol had loosened their tongues, and it was loosening me lower down even more.

—Tell them something —one of them said, gripping my jaw when I pulled my mouth away to breathe.

—What do you want me to say? —I panted.

—That you’re our prize.

I smiled and wiped saliva from my chin.

—Then collect properly.

All four of them let out a triumphant shout.

Two of them lifted me and laid me across the drinks table. They pulled my shorts down slowly, dragging them over my buttocks so they could get a good look. Then they took off my sandals. The swimsuit was still on, but one of them pulled it up from the crotch until it wedged between my buttocks, outlining everything. Another slipped a hand in front and began rubbing my clit with two hard, circular, direct fingers.

I moaned for real. Not for show. They already had me burning.

Several of them kissed me, one after another, sliding their tongues into my mouth, biting my lip, breathing in the scent of my neck. When they bent me facedown over the table, I knew it was going to get better. The bearded man sat in front of my face and put his cock against my lips.

—Now work that mouth for me.

Behind me, they spread my buttocks. First I felt air, then warm saliva, and then a tongue pushing straight into my ass. The shock made my whole body shudder. It wasn’t a timid brush; the bastard was eating my ass eagerly, burying his tongue, pulling it out, going back in, while another man pulled the swimsuit fabric aside and licked my pussy from underneath all the way to my clitoris.

I kept sucking as best I could, my face buried in that cock and my eyes closed, while three different mouths shared out my crotch. The one at my ass replaced his tongue with fingers slicked with saliva, one first, then two, opening me with tense patience. The other sucked my clitoris with small, precise pulls that made my thighs tremble.

—Look at her moving her ass all by herself —one of them said.

—She loves having it swallowed whole —another replied.

I pulled my mouth away for a second to speak, hoarse and wet.

—Stop talking and fuck me already.

That was enough.

They carried me to the pool almost in their arms. The water received me cold against my hot skin. The bearded man got in with me and turned me toward the edge. He put my hands on the rim, pulled aside my swimsuit, and shoved his cock into my vagina in one thrust.

I let out a sharp cry.

The water made everything stranger, slicker, more tense. He began fucking me with a deep rhythm, holding my hips to bury himself all the way inside. I could barely hold myself up between the edge and his thrusts. Another one sat at the edge of the pool and brought his cock to my mouth. I took it without thinking, alternating moans with sucking, feeling the water strike my belly with every thrust.

They pulled the swimsuit down from my shoulders. My tits were free, and a hand began pinching my nipples with pleasure. Between the cock in my mouth, the one inside me, and the fingers squeezing my tits, I began tensing quickly.

—That’s it, that’s it, don’t stop —I murmured, spitting so I could suck again.

The man behind me sped up. His pelvis struck my ass hard, water splashed, and the pressure in my belly rose like a hot current to my chest. I came there in the pool, my mouth occupied and my pussy clenching around the bastard’s cock as he fucked me. I had to let go of the other one to moan without holding back.

—That’s it —he said, gripping me tighter—. You’re only getting started.

I wanted to keep going, but the noise was too much and the sun was pounding my head.

—Inside —I begged, breathing hard—. Take me inside and do whatever you want to me.

They pulled me out of the water and left me on all fours on the terrace floor. The swimsuit disappeared completely. I was naked, dripping, my hair stuck to my back and my ass in the air. Instead of standing up, I kept moving that way, on my knees and hands, all the way to the living room. I heard a smack and Darío’s voice behind me.

—Treat her well. But collect everything.

I laughed. I knew he was enjoying every second.

In the living room, they sat me on the bald man’s cock. He was sunk into the sofa with his legs spread. I guided myself with my hand, positioned it, and lowered myself entirely onto him. We both moaned. His cock was wide and filled me all at once. I began riding him with short movements at first, then broader ones, feeling him open me and pound me from within.

They didn’t leave me alone for long. One positioned himself behind me and put his cock in my ass while I continued riding the other. They opened me slowly, pushing with saliva and patience, until I felt completely occupied. The air left my chest.

—Fuck... —I managed to say.

—Easy, breathe —the one behind me murmured, and then pushed until he was completely inside.

The other two positioned themselves on either side of the sofa. One offered me his cock; the other brushed it over my cheek until I opened my mouth. And so I ended up: one cock in my pussy, another in my ass, one in my mouth, and the fourth sliding over my face and hand. They split me open amid panting, smacks, insults, and orders, and I could only concentrate on not coming apart right there.

The sound was brutal. Flesh against flesh. My broken breathing. The sofa striking the wall. The man beneath me gripped my waist to lift me and let me drop onto his cock. The one behind me drove in shorter, drier thrusts, very deep, exactly where I knew he would break my control.

—Look how she swallows —one said, pushing me until my eyes watered—. She loves being filled.

I pulled my mouth away for a moment and looked at them, red-faced, drooling, lost.

—Yes —I said—. I like being used.

That turned them on even more. They changed my position again and again. On the rug, on my side, with one leg raised while one fucked my ass and another gave me his cock to clean with my mouth at every switch. Then on my knees on the sofa, my chest pressed against the backrest, while they penetrated me from behind and another gripped my throat just enough to dominate me without choking me.

I wasn’t acting anymore. I asked for more, spread my legs wider, told them where, how, harder, deeper. My clitoris felt swollen, my pussy slick, my ass burning deliciously, full of saliva and cock. Every time one pulled out, another went in. Every time one cock left my mouth, another took its place.

Darío appeared for a moment with a drink and gave me some while they kept fucking me. The liquid ran down my chin, and one of the men licked it away before kissing me again.

—Look at her —Darío said—. A perfect slut.

I looked at him with a smile, one cock in my ass and another inside my pussy.

—And you didn’t even win your game —I replied.

They all laughed.

My second orgasm came while I was sitting on one man and impaled from behind by another, masturbating the third and sucking the fourth in turns. A dirty phrase whispered in my ear, a well-placed smack, and the exact angle were enough to undo me. I came screaming, without a shred of shame, squeezing them inside me like a maniac. The one behind me stayed still for a second to feel me trembling around his cock.

Afterward they put me on my knees in front of them. All four in a row. My hair was tousled, my knees spread, my lips swollen, and my face shining with sweat and saliva. I touched my clitoris while sucking them one by one, quickly and deeply, using my hand so I wouldn’t lose the rhythm. They had been holding back for a while; it showed in the tension in their legs, their groans, and the way they gripped my hair.

—Open your mouth —the bearded man ordered.

I opened it. The first came inside with a hoarse moan, hot and thick over my tongue. I didn’t swallow. I wanted to hold it. The second aimed at my mouth and lips. The third filled one cheek. The fourth came over my face, and I ended up licking whatever had landed nearby before showing them my loaded mouth.

—Swallow it all —one said.

And I did.

***

Afterward there was food, laughter, more alcohol, and that strange masculine silence that arrives when the important part is over. Darío sent me to an upstairs bedroom so I could rest. I showered with cold water, put on another swimsuit I’d brought in my bag, and collapsed on the bed with my body still vibrating.

I must have slept for an hour, maybe two. I went downstairs for food, but they sent me back up with a plate and a clear look: downstairs they wanted to continue with their men’s business, and I was part of the prize, not part of the after-dinner conversation.

It didn’t bother me. I liked that uncomfortable place between pampered and used.

At night, the sound of the door woke me. The room was dark, and I thought it was Darío, but it wasn’t. The man who entered smelled of whiskey and exhaustion. He approached the bed, climbed on top of me, and covered my mouth before I could speak.

—Easy —he whispered—. I only came to say goodbye.

His hand moved between my legs over the swimsuit. I was wet again. He took it off without ceremony, spread my knees, and shoved his cock into me. He was one of the four, but in the darkness I couldn’t tell which one. He fucked me with a firm, heavy rhythm, kissing my face and neck, biting my shoulder. Drunk, yes, but still hard, still insistent.

—You’re so fucking delicious —he panted—. I wanted another round.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and spread my legs wider. He wasn’t the gentlest, but he knew how to use his body weight. He drove into me to the hilt and made my tits bounce with every thrust. When he realized I was taking him without resistance, he began fucking me faster.

—Give me all of it —I told him in his ear—. Don’t leave me half-full.

He grunted and came inside without pulling out, leaving hot pulses that I felt clearly. He squeezed me for another moment and then left as he had come, staggering, without turning on a single light.

I stayed there with my legs spread and the sensation of being full. I put in two fingers, pulled out some semen, and masturbated with it until I came by myself, softly but intensely, biting the pillow so I wouldn’t make a sound.

***

The second visitor found me fully awake.

He knocked once and entered without waiting for an answer. It was the broad-shouldered bald man. Soberer, more serious. He closed the door, pulled out his cock, and looked at me as if evaluating a purchase.

—So you still have some energy left —he said.

—Depends on what you’ve got in mind.

He laughed without humor. He ordered me to come closer, and I sucked his cock for a few seconds, but he pulled me away to slap me across the face with it, marking his territory.

—If it weren’t for Darío, I’d think you charged for this.

The remark pricked my pride. I stared at him.

—I don’t charge. And you have no reason to talk to me like that when you came looking for me anyway.

—I came because I felt like your ass —he replied.

I didn’t argue further. I got facedown on a chaise in the room, raised my ass, and spread my buttocks myself.

—Then use it and get out.

That aroused him immediately. He spat on my anus, rubbed the tip against it, and began opening me with steady, heavy pressure. I breathed deeply, pushing back to receive him. When he was fully inside, I stayed still for a second, feeling the delicious burn and the weight of his body over me.

He fucked me anally without hurrying at first, driving in with every thrust until it settled. Then he sped up. He gripped my hips with hands of iron and made me slap against the chaise with every blow. I bit the fabric, moaned into it, and spread my buttocks farther so he could enter more deeply.

—That’s it —he growled—. That’s how I wanted you.

He dominated me with brutal calm. No exaggerated shouting, no theatrics; just cock, weight, control, and a rhythm that gave me no rest. At one point he lay almost completely over me and left me feeling all his mass and all his cock inside. The sensation of being completely subdued, used like an obedient hole, turned me on intensely.

He brushed my hair away from my neck and whispered in my ear:

—Squeeze.

I did. Then he came in my ass with a low, drawn-out groan, unloading inside while continuing to thrust all the way to the end. He pulled out slowly, spread my buttocks to look at his come staining me, and gave a satisfied laugh.

—Now you really look like the prize.

He got dressed and left. I cleaned myself as best I could, still trembling.

***

I thought that was the end of it, but the early morning had one last scene in store.

I felt the door open again long before dawn. This time I didn’t move. The person who entered was quieter. He sat beside the bed, touched my leg gently, and slowly moved upward. Nothing like the other two. He uncovered my breasts, caressed them with a tenderness that bewildered me, and then kissed my thigh.

He waited. As if he were really checking whether I was asleep.

Then he undressed. I heard the rustle of clothing, his breathing, saliva in his hand. He slowly spread my legs and shoved his cock into me in one thrust. I nearly jolted, but he covered my mouth at once.

—Shh... it’s Bruno —he whispered—. Easy. I just wanted to have a good time with you.

He was the one who had lost the bet to Darío. Technically, he wasn’t entitled to anything. That was precisely what made it so perverse for me.

He started gently, sliding inside me patiently, kissing my neck and pinning my wrists against the bed. I pretended to resist for a few seconds, out of pride, but my pussy didn’t cooperate; it received him wet, hot, open from so many hours of use.

—Quiet —he murmured—. That’s how I like you.

He turned me over and left me facedown with my legs together. From behind, he pushed back into my vagina, thrusting between my tightly closed thighs. It was a different sensation, tighter, more precise. His pelvis struck my buttocks with restrained blows, and from time to time he leaned over my back to fuck me pressed against him, breathing in my ear.

—If you want to sleep, sleep —he said—. I’ll take care of everything.

That sentence, spoken so softly, turned me on in a strange way. It wasn’t tenderness. It was possession. He was using me in silence, stealing something that didn’t belong to him, and I was letting him because it excited me to feel so available.

I touched myself just below my belly and came almost silently, biting the pillow between my teeth. He noticed.

—That was an orgasm, wasn’t it?

—Yes —I admitted, half-asleep, half-lost.

Then he sped up a little, just a little, and came inside me too, unloading in deep pulses while kissing the nape of my neck. He said nothing more. He cleaned himself with the crotch of the swimsuit that had been left to one side, left it near me, and before leaving he gave my ass a gentle smack.

—Good night, gorgeous.

When morning came, Darío woke me with knocks on the door. Almost no trace of the party remained beyond the smell and my battered body. I went down to the kitchen, ate something quickly, and went back upstairs for my things. Before I left, he tucked a folded bill between my lips, as he had other times, and gave me a short kiss.

—You were magnificent —he said.

I smiled, put the money away, and fixed my hair in the mirror. My mouth was swollen, my legs were tired, and I had that mixture of exhaustion and pride that only a good session of dirty sex leaves behind.

The game didn’t matter to me anymore.

What I truly remembered all week was something else: the pool, the four gazes fixed on me, the row of cocks in front of my mouth, and that obscene, delicious sensation of having been the prize in a bet that, deep down, I also wanted to lose.