Damián Came Back, and He Didn’t Come Alone That Night

Damián’s email left me in a mood that was impossible to hide. He was arriving Thursday, after months without seeing each other, and I couldn’t help telling Lorena and Carolina at the office like a teenager. They understood from my face that this visit meant a lot to me.

—Another one of your lovers? —Carolina asked, with that mischievous smile I know by heart.

—Another one of my lovers, yes. But this one isn’t just any man —I told her—. He’s one of the ones who leave a mark.

On Thursday I asked Tomás to take me to the airport in his pickup. It was pouring like hell, the kind of rain that floods half the city in an hour. The streets were rivers and the traffic lights flickered uselessly under the water.

Carolina had been trapped under the entrance awning, leaning against her motorcycle, waiting for the rain to let up. When Tomás pulled the pickup up to the door, I ran the few yards that separated me from it and still arrived soaked. I felt bad leaving her there, so I offered to give her a ride partway to the airport.

Carolina tossed her backpack onto the back seat and settled in front, next to me. She was completely soaked, her blouse plastered to her body. To make room for her, I climbed onto the center console, skirt hiked up and legs open, within reach of Tomás’s hands, and without the slightest attempt at discretion he spread my left leg wider. I only looked at him and he smiled.

—Let’s go, it’s getting late —I said, pretending nothing had happened.

The avenues toward Carolina’s place were closed because of the flooding. She herself suggested we keep going to the airport and drop her off later, if we could. It seemed like a good idea to me, because we were running late anyway.

—I’m going to change clothes, I’ve got another outfit in my backpack —she said, stretching between the seats to reach it.

The skirt was too restrictive, so she slipped it off from underneath, between her legs, and shamelessly gave us a view of her ass. Tomás watched her, spellbound, through the mirror. At a stoplight I took his hand and placed it on Carolina’s wet thigh. He didn’t need any convincing and stretched the traffic pause out, rubbing her with both hands.

—Dirty old man —she told him, laughing.

—Says the one who’s undressing in my pickup —he shot back.

Carolina had already put on her pants when we arrived. We picked up Damián, and he wasn’t alone: Bruno was with him, a quiet, good-looking boy of about twenty. Damián asked me, almost in a whisper, to agree to let the guy stay too.

—The two of them are coming home with me —I said, looking Damián straight in the eyes.

Getting home took us more than two hours between the traffic and the closed streets. By then it was clear Tomás wasn’t leaving either: inviting him to stay was the natural thing to do. I told him to back the pickup into my garage so the door would stay under cover. I got out first, opened the gate in the pouring rain, and got soaked all over again.

Inside I offered them coffee and tea to warm up. Damián never drinks alcohol, so I respected his habit. Meanwhile I called Mónica to tell her the house was full that night.

—So you kept that one, I get it. Have fun, you wicked thing —she said, amused.

—Don’t think so, there’ll be three men staying over.

—Three! Tell me when you invite me too.

—Whenever you want, I’ll keep your matching piece for you —I promised, and hung up laughing.

***

I went to my bedroom to put on dry clothes and lent Carolina something, because what she was wearing was still wet. I gave her a tight sweater that emphasized her breasts and left her belly bare. She didn’t have pants in her size, so we improvised with an old skirt of mine, thin and narrow, which made her hips stand out even more. She looked gorgeous, and she knew it.

In a low voice, Carolina asked if I’d mind if she teased the men in case things moved forward. I had already noticed the flirting between Bruno and her, so I understood the distribution without needing words: Bruno would be for her, Damián and Tomás would be for me.

Damián wouldn’t let me go. He kissed me, caressed me, touched me as if he wanted to make up for every month we’d been apart. Tomás only watched us from the sofa, glass in hand.

—Can you imagine how long Damián and I have been lovers? —I asked, to explain so much affection.

—Tell them —he said, proud.

—It started years ago, when he was a young man newly arrived in the city and I was already a grown woman. He would come up to my apartment on any excuse, and one day he finally dared to tell me what he wanted. I didn’t take him seriously at first, but his persistence won me over. Over time I learned to enjoy that persistence very much. And look at what he’s got now.

They all laughed. I noticed Carolina measuring him with her eyes, stopping at the bulge showing beneath his pants.

—Bruno and I were wondering something —she blurted out—. If you brag so much about your lover, Damián, why don’t you let us have a look?

Damián stood up, embarrassed, and I myself pulled his pants down. His cock came into view, not fully hard yet, with that very particular curve of his.

—That curve is what satisfies a woman the most —I said—. You can’t imagine how effective it is.

Carolina, the only other woman there, stayed quiet. She didn’t make a single comment, but her eyes were shining.

***

I assigned Carolina the guest bedroom, even though we both knew how the night would end. Bruno stayed sitting there, waiting for instructions. Tomás was still in the living room. Damián and I withdrew to my room without thinking too much about the others.

—Will you let me ask Bruno to spend the night with me? —Carolina came to ask me, meekly, from the doorway.

—Of course you can. Take advantage of him, enjoy him —I replied, settling into Damián’s arms.

—And Tomás? Are you going to leave him alone on the couch? —Damián asked me—. It’s obvious he wants you. Spoil him a little.

I was surprised he himself was suggesting it. Then he reminded me, his voice low against my ear, of that time three men had me at once. I never forgot it. Even now I still don’t really know how they did it, but it was one of the most intense things I’ve ever experienced.

—We could do it again tonight —he murmured—. But let me be first.

—Tomás, come here —I called—. Take off your wet clothes and get in with us. Up for it?

—Thank you, thank you very much —he said, and after a quick shower he soon slipped under the sheets.

Damián and I were already naked, playing with that curve of his. Tomás settled himself beside us, watching, waiting to see whether what I had bragged about was true.

—It is long, even if it’s curved —Tomás said—. It’s going to make Renata feel very good.

—Damián, my love, what are you going to do to me? —I asked him—. You know I need to feel you all the way inside.

—Renata, you’ll have everything inside —he answered—. But I want to remember how we finished that time. Let me do it again.

—I remember perfectly what the three of you did to me. It was beautiful. Any woman would keep it forever. But now I only want to feel you. Just seeing you is already making me come.

***

I focused on his cock, on that curve that promised to reach where no one else reaches. I stroked it, took it into my mouth as deep as I could, pacing myself so I wouldn’t bring him to the edge too soon. I wanted it to last all night.

Damián pulled me by the legs, spread them, and lowered his mouth to my sex. His tongue moved inside me while I tried to guide his cock between my lips. The desperation grew with every second.

—Will you let me finish inside this time? —he asked me in my ear.

—I’ll let you. I want to feel you with nothing in between, feel all of you inside me and keep it there for a long time —I replied, and I meant it.

We got ourselves arranged. He started sliding into me slowly, from the front, with a face of absolute happiness. It went in with a bit of difficulty, but it went in, leaving behind that sensation only his curve can create. He pulled all the way out, breathed, and pushed in again. My hands clutched him, maybe scratching him, but neither of us complained.

We paused to recover. I wouldn’t let him finish.

—Are you okay? Does it feel good? —he asked me.

—Very good, like that time. We just need the third one —I answered.

—Should we tell Tomás to join in and show him how to fuck you? That way you’ll have some of him too.

A shiver ran down my back.

—Yes, but remember it’s you I want most —I said, with almost no words left, my brain completely clouded with pleasure.

Damián turned me face down. Before going on, I asked him to let me enjoy his sex with my mouth a little longer. Then he smeared me with as much saliva as possible and started forcing his way in from behind. It was hard at first, until Tomás went to the bathroom for something to use as lubricant. With that, Damián finally got in, and I felt a bolt of pleasure tear through my entire body.

I lost count of how many times I came. Every thrust was a new orgasm. I thought of that other distant night, of how little I knew then how to savor it; today, instead, I understood everything.

With him inside me, he made me turn without pulling out, settling me over his pubis. He slipped his fingers into me from the front and I could feel them brushing his own cock through the wall, sending vibrations through me that drove me crazy.

—Tomás, join us —Damián ordered—. Fuck her hard and deep. Can you do that?

—Come here, Tomás —I begged—. Put it in me and feel Damián’s cock against yours.

Tomás lunged at us. He went in easily; everything was already slippery. We were enjoying the most beautiful threesome I can remember having. The two of them finished inside me almost at the same time. Tomás was first; I felt his semen running out along one side of my belly. Damián came out afterward, and I took both cocks in my hands and brought them to my mouth to taste what was left.

Carolina appeared in the doorway, as always, all of a sudden.

—Do you two love each other that much? —she asked.

—Very much, why do you ask? —I answered.

—Because you swallowed both of them —she said, laughing, before going back to Bruno.

***

We were exhausted. The next day we all had commitments, so each of us settled as best we could into the few hours left of the night. Sneaky Carolina climbed into my bed, intent on enjoying Damián for herself now. I understood it: I wanted to try Bruno and finish with Tomás, as usually happens.

And that’s how it was. Bruno left his semen inside me, hot and abundant. Tomás finished with me; the two of us know each other well and know what we like. We fell asleep where we dropped, scattered all over the house.

Carolina got up earlier. I found her ironing her skirt to go to work. I started ironing a pair of pants too, in panties and blouse, legs bare. Suddenly I felt someone hugging me from behind, pulling my underwear down and lifting me up over the ironing board. I thought it was Tomás, but it turned out to be Damián, who pumped me long and good until he drove out a rushed orgasm from me.

—Thank you, my love. Harder, come on —I gasped.

Carolina, behind us, watched with excitement. When Damián finished, she came over and licked up the semen running out of me.

—I love seeing you like this —she told me, before the two of us ran to the bathroom to wash up and finish each other off, quickly, because we were already late.

***

At the office I arrived a few minutes late. Lorena was waiting for me with a face that said she wanted to know everything.

—You look completely wrecked. Did you even sleep at your own place? —she said.

—The downpour left them all at my house —I told her, half-dazed still—. The get-together got out of control and everyone found a partner. There was one man left over, so I ended up with two.

—Two at once? —Lorena lowered her voice—. You went for a double? One in front and one in back?

—Something like that —I admitted, still feeling Damián’s hands on my skin—. And I don’t regret a thing.

—What a damned lucky woman you are —she sighed, and went back to her desk green with envy.

Damián was leaving on Saturday afternoon. I felt sore, not in the mood for another sleepless night, but I knew that night with him would stay with me for a long time. Some visits leave a mark. His always do.