My Twin, My Friend, and Me: A Group Night at Forty

We had been staying for five days at Patricia’s parents’ house, in a seaside village on the Asturian coast where summer had already ended and autumn smelled of rough seas and damp firewood. My twin sister Carla and I were turning forty on Saturday, the same forty years separated by only two minutes, and my husband Ricardo, in a rare burst of imagination, had organized the getaway so we could forget about the children, the bills, and Monday mornings.

On Saturday night we had dinner early. We tidied the kitchen amid laughter, opened another bottle of wine, and sat around the low living-room table, the four of us, in front of the unlit fireplace. Patricia filled our glasses and proposed a toast to forty. None of us expected the conversation that came after that toast to change everything.

“We have to remember this trip for the rest of our lives,” Patricia said, setting her glass on the table. “We’ve reached the halfway point. We’ve spent all these years doing the right thing, serving husbands, children, bosses, and parents. I got divorced three years ago and I haven’t had a fuck since. Not one. My pussy is full of cobwebs, and I’m not leaving here without someone blowing it apart.”

“What kind of madness?” Carla asked, already wearing that crooked smile that appeared whenever she was thinking about outrageous things.

“Something we can never tell anyone about. Something forbidden.”

The suggestions began. Ricardo proposed skydiving, and the three of us rejected it immediately. Carla suggested getting tattoos, and Ricardo’s face froze. Patricia threw the ball farther.

“What if we have a group night? A full-blown orgy. You two, my twin, me, and a few strangers with hard cocks.”

“Patricia, please,” Ricardo choked out. “Do you expect me to watch my wife fuck another guy?”

“You don’t have to watch anything. Or you can, if you want—you decide. But we’ll invite three or four guys with good cocks for us, and a couple of sluts for you. You only turn forty once, Ricardo.”

“It’s a shitty deal for me,” I protested, although something inside me had awakened, and I felt my panties growing wet. “I’m supposed to watch my twin sister with another man’s cock inside her? And you two are going to watch Ricardo and me?”

“Each couple in their own room,” Carla said with a smile I had never seen on her before. “I’m in, girls. I’ve been divorced for two years, and the last time I got fucked I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have a hard cock between my legs. I need someone to remind me I have a pussy.”

Ricardo looked at me pleadingly. I looked at my wineglass and felt something inside me loosen. Something that had been clenched for years.

“All right,” I said, and my own voice sounded strange to me. “But everything stays in this house. And no one ever tells anyone about this.”

“Never,” Patricia swore, and picked up the phone. “I know an old friend from the village. Mateo. He knows who to call.”

***

Mateo showed up an hour later with a dark-haired woman with deep circles under her eyes named Daniela. Mateo was about forty-five, tall, with a sharp jaw and the worn-out beauty of someone who had lived through too many nights. Daniela had the fine bones of someone who was still beautiful despite her bad habits. Patricia hugged them as if they were old acquaintances. Then she introduced them to us as though she were assigning guests at a wedding.

“Daniela’s staying with you, Ricardo,” Patricia said with the ease of a professional hostess. “She sucks like a goddess. You’ll see.”

My husband knocked back a whiskey and looked at Daniela the way a man sizes up a rival. She returned his gaze with a tired, practiced smile, her tongue peeking between her lips as if she were already measuring a cock she hadn’t seen yet. I didn’t like the way she smiled at him. I liked it even less when I realized I cared.

“We need more guys,” Carla said. “For three women, one cock isn’t enough.”

Patricia and my sister changed clothes. They went out to a cocktail bar in the village, ready to hunt down whatever they could find, wearing dresses that suited them better than they thought.

They came back an hour later with three men. When I saw them enter the living room, my legs began to tremble. Three guys around thirty: Iván, the shortest, with the face of a nice young man who had no idea what he had gotten himself into; and then Diego and Sebastián, two huge men nearly six foot three, broad-shouldered and offensively handsome. Sebastián was an emergency-room doctor. Diego taught math at a high school. Iván was an engineer and had just come out of a six-year relationship.

Diego held my gaze for a second longer than necessary when Patricia introduced me, and I couldn’t help looking at the bulge in his trousers. I felt my panties burning even though no one had touched me, and noticed my nipples hardening beneath my blouse.

***

Mateo brought out the little bags as soon as the drinks had been served. I had accepted it in the abstract, but seeing it on the low living-room table was something else entirely. The three of us had promised to try it that night. Patricia arranged everything like someone preparing an afternoon snack: the pocket mirror, the rolled-up bill, the thin lines for us and the thick ones for Mateo and Daniela.

Ricardo put his hands to his head.

“Lucía, please. I’m begging you. Don’t do it.”

“It’s only once, Ricardo. Just once.”

“That’s what everyone I know who ended up in trouble says.”

Patricia snorted the first line. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes for a second, and laughed with a new intensity. Carla went next. When my turn came, I picked up the little mirror and locked myself in the bathroom. I didn’t want my husband to see me. Kneeling in front of the toilet, my heart racing and my hands trembling, I did what I had seen my sister do. One line, then the other. The sensation in my nose was unpleasant, almost painful. But when I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, something inside me had changed. The woman looking back at me wasn’t exactly the mother of three who had sat down to dinner two hours earlier. She was a hot-blooded female who wanted someone to fill her pussy and mouth with cum.

I went back into the living room and didn’t look at Ricardo. I knew what I would see in his eyes.

***

The music got louder. Carla put on reggaeton at an indecent volume, and the three of us began dancing in the middle of the room. My blood raced as if I had a river of fire inside me. My head wasn’t spinning; on the contrary, everything seemed clearer, more possible. I laughed for no reason, talked loudly, touched my sister, hugged Patricia. Ricardo poured himself another drink and watched us from the sofa with a mixture of desire and defeat.

Diego got up and came to dance with me. He put his hands on my hips with a naturalness that left me breathless, then lowered them to my ass, squeezing it with both open hands against his pelvis. I felt his cock, hard as iron, driving into my belly through his trousers. He was ten years younger, smelled of expensive cologne and clean sweat. Carla took Sebastián by the hand and led him onto the dance floor, and within seconds her tits were out of her blouse, letting the doctor suck her nipples in full view of the living room. Daniela danced between Iván and Mateo, laughing, with one hand on each man’s fly. Patricia coiled herself around Mateo like a snake that had been waiting twenty-five years for that dance, and shoved her tongue down his throat while he grabbed her by the hair.

“You’re beautiful,” Diego whispered in my ear. “And you have an ass that makes my cock hard as a rock.”

“I turned forty today.”

“All the more reason to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

He kissed my neck. It was a slow, unhurried kiss, and I felt my whole body go loose. I took his hand and slipped it beneath my skirt. When his fingers brushed my soaked panties, he moaned against my ear.

“You’re dripping, fuck.”

“I haven’t felt like this in ten years.”

Behind him, I saw Ricardo get up and head upstairs to the first floor with Daniela by the hand. One part of me contracted with jealousy. Another part—the one that was on fire—decided that, tonight, no sensible woman owned me.

***

Patricia and Mateo went upstairs first, her tits already bare and his hand between her legs as he pushed her up the stairs. Carla and Sebastián followed them into the adjoining bedroom; my sister had the doctor’s shirt between her teeth, and he had two fingers buried in her pussy beneath her dress. Diego took my hand and led me to the back bedroom. Iván stayed downstairs, improvising with Daniela, who had come back down from the first floor after Ricardo finished with her; he already had the woman kneeling between his legs, swallowing his cock to the base, when I closed the door.

Diego slid the bolt and stood looking at me. The bed had a flowered quilt that went with nothing about what was about to happen.

“If you change your mind, we stop.”

“I’m not going to change my mind. Fuck me already.”

He kissed me on the mouth, and I felt his tongue play with mine with a skill Ricardo had never possessed. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth while his hands ripped my blouse open. The buttons flew across the room, and I laughed like a madwoman. He pulled the straps of my bra down with his teeth and undid the clasp with two fingers. My breasts fell heavily against his torso, and he immediately lowered his mouth, catching one nipple between his lips and tugging it with his teeth until I cried out. He sucked the other, alternating rough licks with deep pulls that made me arch my back.

“You’ve got spectacular tits,” he murmured against my skin. “I’m going to fuck them before the night’s over.”

He pulled his shirt off in one motion, and I saw a body shaped by daily gym workouts, the body of a man who took care of himself because he could. With my belly from three pregnancies and my wide hips, I should have felt ashamed. The coke and desire had taken that away from me. I undid his trousers with trembling hands, and when I pulled down his underwear, his cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already glistening. It was bigger than Ricardo’s. Much bigger. I knelt without thinking and took it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my hair. “Fuck, you suck so good.”

I sucked him hungrily, my throat open, letting him push inside until my eyes watered. I took him from my mouth and licked his balls one at a time while jerking him off with my hand. I swallowed him again, slick with saliva, tracing the veins in his cock with my tongue. He fucked my mouth slowly, with short thrusts, grunting every time he reached the back of my throat.

“Stop,” he panted after a while. “I’m going to come, and I don’t want to yet.”

He gently pushed me onto the bed. He pulled down my jeans and panties with the calm of someone who knew he had all night. He spread my legs wide and spent a few seconds looking at my soaked pussy, savoring the sight. Then he lowered his face, and when his tongue touched me for the first time, I smothered a cry against the pillow. Ricardo hadn’t eaten my pussy in years. Diego ate with hunger and technique, alternating slow licks along the lips of my sex with just the right pressure of his lips on my clitoris. He sucked my clit until I began to tremble, then pushed in two fingers and curled them upward, searching for the exact spot. The blood flow in my sex was an explosion. Every movement of his tongue made me see sparks behind my eyes.

“I’m going to come,” I panted. “Fuck, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

“Come. I want to taste you.”

He sucked harder, fucked my pussy faster with his fingers, and I exploded against his face with a cry that must have been heard throughout the hall. I came trembling, squeezing his head between my thighs and soaking his chin. He kept licking me slowly as I came down, sucking up every drop, until I tugged his hair and asked him to come up.

“Put it in me now,” I begged. “Please. Put it all the way in.”

He put on a condom without taking his eyes off me, stroking himself to keep hard. He took my legs and placed them over his shoulders. When he entered me, it was as if my body had been waiting for it for years. He was big, bigger than anything I had ever taken, and he moved with cruel patience, letting me feel every inch opening me from the inside. I dug my nails into his back. I bit his shoulder. I spoke as I had never spoken before, saying things I had never said in bed.

“Harder. Like that. Don’t stop. Break my pussy, you bastard.”

“Is that what you want, slut? You want me to fuck you like a whore?”

“Yes. Yes. Like a whore.”

He pushed all the way to the base and began thrusting hard, delivering sharp blows that made my tits bounce against my neck. The bed squeaked, the headboard pounded against the wall. He turned me over and put me on all fours. He grabbed my hips and pushed back inside me from behind, even deeper this time. He slapped my ass, the sound cracking like a whip, and I moaned with pleasure.

“Again,” I begged. “Hit me again.”

He gave me two more slaps, one on each cheek, without stopping his fucking. He leaned over my back, grabbed one breast with one hand, and found my clitoris with the other. He rubbed it in circles while continuing to pound me from behind, and I buried myself in the pillow, biting it so I wouldn’t scream too loudly.

In the next room I could hear Carla. My twin sister. Her voice, almost identical to mine, moaned with an animal pleasure I had never heard from the mother I knew. “Yes, fuck, yes, harder, come inside me,” I heard her cry, and I imagined Sebastián riding her with the same fury Diego was riding me with, two twin cocks in two twin pussies. Farther away, Patricia’s cries were high-pitched, almost childish—the cries of a woman who had gone three years without sex and was making up for an entire lifetime; I could hear the headboard pounding against the wall in a savage rhythm. From the living room came the wet sounds of Daniela sucking Iván, mixed with Mateo’s grunts. The whole house smelled of sex, sweat, and wet pussy, something I would never forget.

Diego pulled his cock out, removed the condom, and turned me onto my back again.

“I want to come in your mouth,” he panted. “Open it.”

I knelt at the edge of the bed and stuck out my tongue. He jerked off quickly, gritting his teeth, until he came in streams across my face. I felt the hot semen splatter my cheek, my lips, my tongue. I swallowed what I could and licked up what ran down my chin. Then he laid me on my back again and straddled my face: he rubbed his balls against my mouth, and I sucked them while he masturbated again, still hard, still eager. He lowered himself to my pussy again and ate me once more, this time with his beard covered in his own semen mixed with my juices, and I came for the second time. It was so intense that it left me breathless, crying for no reason, my face buried in his neck. Diego held me afterward, in silence, while I tried to figure out who I was again.

***

When I went downstairs for water, wearing a robe, with semen still drying between my thighs, I found Ricardo alone in the kitchen, his hair tousled and his neck marked by a bite that wasn’t mine. On his chest was the red imprint of a lipstick-stained mouth around one nipple. Daniela had gone outside onto the porch to smoke. We looked at each other in the half-light and recognized one another: two people different from those who had entered that house five days earlier.

“Did you like it?” I asked, not knowing what I wanted him to say.

“Yes,” he said after a long silence. “She sucked me like no one ever has before. What about you?”

“He blew my pussy apart,” I said, surprised by how calmly I said it. “I came twice.”

We drank water from the same glass. Upstairs, I could hear my sister laughing, and a few seconds later, moaning again: Sebastián wasn’t finished with her. There was still plenty of night ahead, and we both knew it. What we didn’t know was what we would be the next day, when the sun rose over the sea and we had to go home to the children waiting for us.

Ricardo kissed me on the forehead. I appreciated it. Then I went back up the stairs, barefoot, treading carefully, because at the end of the hall Sebastián had come out onto the landing with a towel tied around his waist, the bulge of a new erection showing beneath the fabric, and he was smiling at me as if the night, far from being over, were only just beginning.