My Threesome Fantasy Began in the Shower

Hot water streamed over my head and ran down my body as if it wanted to awaken something that had already been restless since morning. I always showered slowly when I was alone. It was my time. The bathroom closed off, steam fogging the mirror, and my hands uninterrupted by anyone.

I liked starting with my belly. I don't know why, but it had always been that way. Soap in my palm, slow circles, moving up to my tits, squeezing them a little, feeling my nipples harden beneath the water and my body slip into that state where a caress stopped being innocent.

That afternoon I was especially sensitive. My skin was burning, and my pussy was reacting even before I touched it. I lowered my hand between my legs and spread my vulva lips slightly while the stream struck me from the side. I let out a breath through my mouth. That alone made me tremble.

—Mmm… fuck…

With one hand I massaged a tit, squeezing it hard, and with the other I began rubbing my clitoris. Slowly at first. Then more firmly. I liked feeling it swell, how it went from a tickle to pure need. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy and pulled them out at once, slippery, hot, already thoroughly wet.

I kept playing like that for a while, alternating between my clitoris and penetration. I spread my legs wider. I leaned my back against the shower wall. My breathing grew shallow. The hand on my chest moved down to my belly, and I pressed inward a little, enjoying that absurd pressure that always turned me on more.

Then I moved my fingers behind me and rubbed my ass. Only on the outside at first. Then I persisted a little more, sinking the tip of one finger into my anus, barely a little way. That contrast drove me crazy. Soaked pussy, tense ass, hard nipples, water falling without pause. It wasn't a shower anymore. It was a necessity.

I masturbated faster, my hand making that wet, repetitive sound against my vulva, and squeezed one tit almost hard enough to hurt myself. The orgasm surged up suddenly. First in my lower belly, then in my groin, and finally a clean release that emptied my head.

—Aaah… holy shit…

My legs gave way, and I ended up sitting on the shower floor, curled up, breathing as if I had been running. I trembled for a long while. When I finally opened my eyes, the silly afterglow laughter came over me. Fuck, that was good.

I didn't have time to do it again, although I certainly wanted to. I dried myself quickly, fixed my hair, and almost ran into the living room when my phone rang. The picture window was wide open, and I was naked, but I didn't care. I answered without thinking.

—Yes, tell me.

—Am I catching you at a bad time? —Nerea laughed from the other end.

—No, not at all… I was doing… exercise.

—Of course, exercise. So, are we meeting at the usual place or what?

—Yeah, give me an hour.

I hung up with my body still sensitive. I chose a black thong and a light wrap dress, the kind that looked good without any effort and left half my legs exposed when I walked. I wasn't wearing a bra. I had never liked them in summer. Besides, after coming like that, any fabric rubbing against me was too much.

When I went outside, the city was packed with people celebrating. Music, terraces, laughing groups, lights everywhere. I found Nerea at an outdoor table, and she greeted me with two kisses and one of those smiles that already came with gossip.

—You look gorgeous. And you have the face of someone who's just released some tension.

—You're an idiot —I said, laughing.

We spent a while talking nonsense, people-watching, and drinking something cold. Then another friend joined us, and everything stayed normal until, later on, we ran into two men Nerea knew from the gym. One was dark-haired, with a short beard, broad shoulders, and a quiet confidence. The other was taller, with dark blond hair, light eyes, and a well-trained body. Both were impeccably dressed, relaxed, and had a way of looking at you that wasn't crude, but was very aware.

Their names were Damián and Gael.

We sat down with them for a drink, and I immediately understood why Nerea liked them. They were funny, straightforward, without putting on airs. They spoke naturally with each other, touched now and then, and soon made it clear that they were a couple. That threw me off a little. They were two very attractive men, and once I knew they were together, I relaxed and became flirtier than usual.

Talking to them was far too easy. I drank more than I should have, laughed more than I should have, and when we started playing a game of absurd questions, I ended up answering one I shouldn't have.

—Name a fantasy you think about a lot —Gael said, staring straight at me.

I could have lied. I could have said anything. But I had just come in the shower thinking precisely about bodies, hands, mouths, excess.

—A threesome with two men —I finally blurted out, lowering my eyes to my glass.

There was a second of silence. Not uncomfortable. Dense.

—Good fantasy —Damián said without taking his eyes off me.

—And very doable —Gael added with a half-smile.

I felt such a clear lash of sensation in my pussy that I squeezed my legs together beneath the table.

Later, Nerea got a call and had to leave. She gave me a quick kiss, looked at me with that bitchy expression friends get when they sense something, and left me alone with them. I could have left too. Instead, I accepted another drink and then the invitation to go up to Damián's apartment, a few streets away, to listen to music and continue the night somewhere quieter.

Just music, I told myself. Just see what happens.

***

The apartment was spacious and elegant, with the windows open to the early-morning air. They had a cabinet full of vinyl records, very low warm lighting, and two glasses already poured before I had even finished taking off my sandals. Everything smelled of cologne, wood, and a little old tobacco that wasn't unpleasant.

I sat on the sofa and immediately noticed both their eyes on my legs. The dress had opened slightly when I crossed them, revealing quite a bit of thigh. I did nothing to close it. Not by then.

—You're nervous —Gael said.

—A little.

—Because you're alone with two men, or because you know perfectly well why you came upstairs? —Damián asked.

He said it without aggression, almost gently. But it left me speechless for a moment.

—Both —I admitted.

Gael moved first. He sat beside me, stroked one knee with the backs of his fingers, and moved up just a few inches. I didn't pull away. Damián remained standing, watching me as if he wanted to see whether I would back out. Nobody was in a hurry. That calm turned me on more than a rough grope would have.

—If you don't feel like it, that's fine —Damián said—. But if you do, don't make us pretend we came up here to listen to a record.

I laughed nervously. And then I was the one who took the step. I leaned toward Gael and kissed him.

His mouth was firm, hot, patient. He responded at once, slowly slipping his tongue in, tasting me as if he wanted to measure how far I was willing to go. Damián came up behind the sofa and moved my hair away from my neck. He kissed me there, below my ear, and my entire body broke out in gooseflesh.

In less than a minute I was kissing them both, alternating between one mouth and the other, feeling different hands on my body. Gael rubbed the inside of my thigh, while Damián squeezed one tit over my dress, finding my bare nipple and making me moan into his mouth.

—Fuck, yes…

Gael slipped his hand beneath my skirt and found my soaked thong.

—Jesus, look at you.

—I've been like this all night —I confessed.

—I can tell —Damián said, and gently bit my lip.

They slowly pulled my thong down, guiding it over my thighs to my knees. I lifted my ass to help. Gael spread my legs and stared at my pussy as if he were savoring the image before touching it. Then he ran two fingers between my lips and held them up, shining.

—You're not wet. You're dripping.

That blunt way of saying it made me even wetter. Damián untied my dress and opened it completely. I was left naked in front of them while they remained dressed, and I liked it. I liked it far too much, feeling myself watched like that, exposed, unable to pretend modesty.

Gael knelt on the floor between my legs and kissed the insides of my thighs. One kiss here. Another higher up. Then he licked me from bottom to top, all of me, from the opening of my pussy to my clitoris, and I had to grab the back of the sofa because I nearly arched off it.

—Holy shit… don't stop.

Damián put two fingers in my mouth while Gael kept eating me out. I sucked them on pure reflex, closing my lips around them, while he pinched my nipples and made me look straight ahead.

—I want to see your face when you come —he told me.

Gael knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn't rough. He varied the pressure, spread my lips with his thumbs, pushed his tongue into my pussy, then moved up to my clitoris to lick it in short, wet, insistent circles. I was already trembling. When he also slipped two fingers inside me and began fucking me with his hand while sucking me, a moan much louder than all the others escaped me.

—Fuck… fuck… like that… like that…

Damián opened his pants and guided my hand to his cock over his underwear. Thick. Truly hard. I squeezed it, and he exhaled through his nose, smiling.

—Was this in your fantasy too?

—Yes —I said without thinking—. All of this was.

The orgasm seized me while Gael kept his tongue buried in my clitoris. I closed my legs around his shoulders and came shaking, letting out a string of shameless moans. Damián held the back of my neck and forced me to keep looking at him.

—Good girl —he murmured.

The phrase went through me with a filthy, delicious heat.

Gael stood up, wiping his mouth with his thumb. I was lying there with my legs spread, panting, still naked, and neither of them was hiding his erection anymore. Damián took off his clothes first. Strong body, thick cock, trimmed and stiff against his belly. Gael followed suit: taller, more defined, his cock somewhat longer and hard as a rock.

Seeing the two of them together left me speechless. My fantasy was no longer an idea. It was this. Two cocks in front of me. Two men looking at me as if I were the center of the night.

—Let's see if you really wanted a threesome —Gael said.

I knelt on the rug before answering. There was no need for words.

First I took Damián's in my hand, then Gael's. I compared them, weighed them, feeling their breathing change from that alone. Then I began sucking Damián, licking the tip and slowly moving down the shaft. He was hot and hard, with that clean taste of skin fresh out of the night. While I did it, Gael moved my hair aside and put two fingers in my mouth. I sucked them, then he made me run my tongue over his cock too.

I alternated between one and the other, played with both, filled my hands and mouth. I licked one while stroking the other with saliva. Hearing them moan above me gave me a brutal thrill. There was something obscene and perfect about having them like that, both of them focused on my mouth.

—Look at her —Damián said hoarsely—. You can tell she really wanted this.

Gael gripped my chin when I let go of Damián's cock to catch my breath.

—Are you still nervous?

—Yes —I said—. But now it's from wanting it.

They lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bedroom. The bed was large, with dark sheets. They laid me on my back, and Gael positioned himself beside me to kiss me while Damián lowered himself between my legs again. He didn't let me fully recover from my previous orgasm. He spread my pussy with his fingers and began licking me again, this time dirtier, more determined, while I gripped his head and Gael put his cock in my mouth.

Not very deep at first. Just enough for me to get used to the thickness. I ran my tongue around the tip while Damián ate me eagerly, pushing in his tongue and fingers, leaving me wet and open. The combination made me dizzy. One man above, another below. My fantasy was happening right there, and my body responded without holding back.

Gael began fucking my mouth slowly, holding me by the neck with one hand. Damián lifted my hips and put three fingers in my pussy. I screamed around Gael's cock. I felt saliva on my chin, heat between my legs, and such exaggerated arousal that I couldn't tell whether I wanted to come or be penetrated right away.

—Please… fuck me already —I said when Gael pulled out of my mouth.

Damián raised his head between my thighs, smiling.

—That sounds better.

He positioned me with my back against the mattress, spread my legs wide, and put a pillow beneath my ass. He put on a condom without ceremony. I couldn't stop looking at his cock as he approached my entrance and rubbed it a couple of times between my wet lips.

—Relax —he said—. It'll go in easily like this.

And he pushed.

He entered slowly, truly opening me, forcing me to feel every inch. I threw my head back with a long moan. He was thick and filled me immediately. When he had taken it all the way in, he stayed still for a second to enjoy it. I involuntarily clenched my pussy around his cock, and he closed his eyes.

—Fuck, you squeeze so hard.

Then he began fucking me with measured thrusts, deep, growing stronger each time. The wet sound of his pelvis striking my pussy filled the room. Gael positioned himself beside me, kissed me, put two fingers in my mouth again, then lowered one hand to my tits, kneading them while Damián split my pussy open at a steady pace.

—Like that… yes… don't stop…

Damián didn't let up. Quite the opposite. Each time he went deeper. He grabbed my thighs and brought them almost to my chest, changing the angle until he found a spot that made me scream.

—There, you bastard, there…

Gael laughed when he heard me.

—Listen to how she's talking now.

He knelt beside my face and offered me his cock. I took it eagerly. I sucked it while Damián fucked me without pause, swallowing little moans between thrusts. The scene had something brutally intimate and obscene about it. Me spread-legged, one cock in my pussy and another entering my mouth, feeling one of them pounding me inside while I sucked the other desperately.

I didn't last long like that. I came again with Damián's cock inside me, squeezing him so tightly that he had to stop for a second to keep from coming.

—Holy shit, you're going to make me come already —he growled.

—Don't come yet —Gael said—. There's plenty more to go.

Then they turned me onto my stomach. Damián put me on all fours in the middle of the bed. I felt his hands spread my ass, merely exploring at first, then his tongue there, wet and shameless. I let out a moan of pure surprise.

—You like this too, don't you?

—Yes… fuck… yes.

Gael positioned himself in front of me, sitting against the headboard, and made me come closer to his cock. I sucked it while Damián licked my ass and slowly slipped in one finger. I was relaxed, hot, completely surrendered. The finger went in more easily than I expected. Then it came out. It went back in. At the same time, Gael's cock filled my mouth, and I rocked on my own, pushing my hips backward in search of more.

—You're asking for trouble —Damián murmured.

He removed his finger and penetrated my pussy from behind again. That position was something else. More animal. Dirtier. He gripped my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, then began fucking me with dry thrusts that made me slide forward across the bed. I held myself up as best I could while sucking Gael through my moans.

Gael stroked my face, throat, and chest. At times he pulled his cock from my mouth to kiss me open-mouthed, watching my saliva remain on his glans. Then he put it back in. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just receiving.

When Damián pulled out of my pussy, I complained at the absence. But immediately I felt the tips of his fingers at my ass again, this time with more lubrication. He calmly prepared the entrance, massaging it, slipping in one finger and then two. I tensed a little.

—Slowly —I said.

—Slowly —he repeated.

Gael got off the bed and stood in front of me. He lifted my chin.

—Look at me. Breathe.

I did as he said. And while I looked into his eyes, Damián placed the tip of his cock against my ass and began to push. The initial burning pulled a sharper gasp from me. I had to open my mouth and let out air several times. But it didn't hurt in a bad way. It was that mixture of pressure, sting, and arousal that forces you to decide whether to continue or stop.

I wanted to continue.

—Go in… go in slowly.

He did. Inch by inch. Until he was fully inside, immense, squeezing me more tightly than any hand had managed. I trembled all over.

—Fuck… fuck…

Gael kissed me while Damián waited for me to adjust. Then he began to move, short strokes at first, barely pulling out and pushing back in. I held on to Gael's shoulders, and when my body accepted the rhythm, pleasure struck me from a completely different place. Deeper. Darker.

—Like that, yes… not so hard… there…

Damián obeyed while pushing a little deeper each time. Gael slipped one hand between my legs and found my swollen, sensitive, almost sore clitoris. He began rubbing it precisely while I took Damián's cock in my ass. That combination stripped away every last trace of shame. I moaned, said obscene things, begged them for more.

—Touch me… like that… fuck… I'm going to come…

—Come —Gael whispered in my ear—. Come while he fucks your ass.

That was enough. I came with such violence that my arms lost all their strength. The orgasm exploded from my clitoris to my belly and mixed with the anal pressure in a brutal way. I truly screamed that time. Damián continued a little longer, losing control, and finally pulled out of my ass with a hoarse growl before coming over my lower back and buttocks.

I was still trembling when Gael laid me on my side and spread my legs once more. My pussy was open, wet, throbbing. He put in two fingers, then three, and then put on a condom without stopping kissing me.

—I want to come while you're looking at me —he told me.

He entered my pussy in one thrust, taking advantage of how open I already was. It was clean, deep, delicious penetration. I was still sensitive from the orgasm, so every thrust made me let out a useless, almost pleading moan. Damián positioned himself behind my head and offered me his still semi-hard cock. I licked it and sucked it gently, savoring the salty trace of his arousal while Gael fucked me faster and faster.

—Look at me —Gael insisted.

I looked at him.

He was already close; I could tell from the rhythm, from the way he gripped my thigh, from his clenched jaw. Damián rubbed one nipple, then put two fingers in my mouth. I sucked them obediently while Gael thrust hard, going all the way in again and again.

—What a delicious pussy you have… —he growled—. I'm going to come inside the condom… fuck…

He came in three powerful spasms, buried to the hilt, pressing me against him. I came almost at the same time, shorter but intense, exhausted and satisfied to the point that I couldn't even properly close my legs when he pulled out.

***

We lay sprawled across the bed for a while, sweaty and still breathing hard. Damián went to the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. He cleaned me with a calmness that touched me more than I expected after everything they had done to me. Gael kissed my shoulder and brushed my hair away from my face.

—Are you still alive? —he asked.

—Barely.

They both laughed.

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, my legs spread, with no energy to bring them together. My pussy was throbbing, my ass sensitive, and I had that delicious heaviness that comes after a long, well-fucked session. Nothing I had imagined so many times came entirely close to reality. It had been more explicit, more physical, rougher. But also more natural.

—You were right about one thing —I said after a while.

—What? —Damián asked.

—I wasn't going to feel satisfied until I made it real.

Gael smiled and gave me a slow, unhurried kiss, very different from the ones before.

—And now?

I looked at one, then the other. I thought about the shower, about how I had left home with my body still hot, about how life really does sometimes put what you've been wanting for years right in front of you when you least expect it.

—Now I am —I said—. Now I feel satisfied.

Damián burst out laughing.

—Liar.

I laughed too, because he was right. Deep down, while I felt the traces of that night between my legs, I already knew I hadn't gotten a fantasy out of my system. I had just given myself a new one.