She put it bluntly: she wanted a threesome

The relationship between Valeria and Marco started because of a knee. She was a physiotherapist, he was a rugby striker, and he came into her office carrying his sprain and the wounded pride of someone not used to his body letting him down. The first sessions were exactly what they should have been, but after three weeks neither of them knew exactly how they had gone from the treatment table to the sofa, or when, exactly, it had stopped being just massage.

Friday night became the ritual. Marco would arrive with food and beers, Valeria would give him his session, and then the massage would stop being a massage. Sometimes they ended up on the treatment table, with her face down and him fucking her from behind with the towel still half-fallen. Other times on the sofa, in the bathtub, or on the kitchen floor, depending on where the impulse caught them.

That night, after a long, exhausting fuck — a session in which Marco had had her on all fours for almost half an hour, fucking her with a methodical slowness that had made her come twice before he emptied himself inside her — they put on a movie and fell asleep on the sofa. Marco woke up with his neck twisted and the screen showing the credits. It was four in the morning.

—Stay — Valeria said without moving, glancing at the clock —. It’s ridiculous for you to leave at this hour.

They walked together down the hallway to the bedroom and got into bed without speaking. Valeria lay on her side and Marco settled in behind her: his chest against her back, one arm crossed over her torso, his big hand cupping a breast with that already established naturalness. Marco fell asleep almost immediately. Valeria took a little longer, listening to how his breathing grew deep and steady at her nape.

***

She woke before he did. The dawn light barely filtered through the slats of the blinds, and Marco’s body was still pressed to hers with that still heat of deep sleep. His arm was still across her torso, his hand in the same place as always, his thumb brushing her nipple without realizing it.

She remained motionless for several minutes. She liked that: feeling his cock soft and asleep in the hollow between her ass cheeks, noticing the slow transition as blood began to flow and the dead weight turned into something warm and throbbing against her cunt. The relationship between the snores at the back of her neck and the state of the cock against her back struck her as extraordinarily erotic. When the snores stopped, something interesting invariably happened on the other side.

But that morning she didn’t want to wait.

Careful not to wake him, she slid her hand back, found Marco’s cock — half-hard, thick and hot in her palm — and repositioned it so it rested directly against her pussy, nestled between the outer lips. When she brought her legs together again, he gave a vague murmur and pulled her more tightly against him, without opening his eyes. The tip of the head rubbed her clit every time she moved her hips just a little.

She smiled in the dim light.

She stroked her clit slowly, at the exact rhythm she knew better than anyone: circling it without touching it head-on, letting the arousal build on its own. With her other hand she parted her cunt lips and let Marco’s cock settle along her slit, sliding in the wetness that was beginning to leak out. She inserted two fingers into her own cunt, pulled them out dripping, and used them to smear his cock, which was no longer completely soft. She could feel it thickening between her thighs, beat by beat, until it stood fully hard.

That was the moment he finally woke up.

He said nothing. He tightened his hand on her breast, pinched her nipple with two fingers until she sighed, pushed his hips against her, and when Valeria moved her ass back with clear intent, Marco was already fully hard and pressing between her legs, searching for the entrance.

—Fuck me face down — she said over her shoulder —. And don’t take it out until I tell you.

She lay on her stomach, stretched her arms under the pillow, and spread her legs. Marco covered her from behind, putting his weight on his elbows and knees so as not to crush her, took hold of his cock with his right hand, guided it to the soaked entrance of her cunt, and entered in one go to the hilt, sinking all the way in with a rough grunt against her ear.

Valeria made a sound that was half surprise and half exactly what she wanted. She felt him filling her, felt his cock opening her cunt from the inside and touching a deep spot that could only be reached in that position, with her legs closed and his weight on top of her.

—Fuck — he murmured against her nape —. You’re soaking.

—Shut up and fuck me.

Marco didn’t take long. He had been at this for minutes without knowing it, and his body responded to the heat and pressure with an urgency he couldn’t hold back. He drove into her hard and rhythmically, pulling his cock almost all the way out to slam it back in to the hilt, holding her wrists under the pillow, and with every thrust her breasts flattened against the mattress and a gasp escaped her uncontrollably. The sound of his pelvis hitting her ass was wet, obscene, and filled the bedroom.

—I’m going to come — he panted.

—Inside. Empty yourself inside me.

Marco fucked her three more times, fast and deep, and came with a tight roar against her shoulder, spilling into her cunt in spurts that Valeria could feel one by one. When he finished, he collapsed on top of her unable to hold his own weight, his cock still inside, throbbing with the last spasms.

—Don’t take it out — Valeria said —. I want to too.

He obeyed because he didn’t have the strength to move either. She freed one hand, brought it down to her groin, and touched her clit with two fingers in fast circles while moving her hips as much as Marco’s body allowed. She could feel his cock still hard inside her, less and less each second, and the semen began to leak around the edges, sliding down the inside of her thigh. She slid two fingers in beside his cock, feeling full and overflowing, and kept rubbing her clit with her palm. Three minutes later she came convulsing under his weight, squeezing his cock with the walls of her cunt in a series of contractions that drew a dull moan from Marco when the overstimulation became unbearable.

They stayed like that for a long minute, panting, with him still buried in her and both of their cum dripping between her legs.

***

The shower was next.

Valeria put him under the water and washed him herself, pouring gel over his chest and spreading it with her hands until the foam reached everywhere. She moved down over his abdomen, lingered at his hips, and soaped his cock with her hand clenched into a fist, stroking up and down until she felt it rise again against her palm. When she had his member clean and already hard between her hands, she began to lower herself slowly, leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen until she was crouching in front of him, water running down her back.

There was no preamble. She took his cock straight into her mouth, all the way to the back, until the tip touched her throat and she had to breathe through her nose so she wouldn’t choke. Holding it at the base with her right hand and squeezing his balls with her left, she began to suck him off slowly and deeply, pulling him almost all the way out before swallowing him again until her lips bumped against her fingers. Her tongue wrapped around the head every time she came up, and every now and then she took it out completely and licked the underside from his balls to the tip, looking up at him.

Marco looked down at her without blinking, his mouth slightly open and his hands gripping the tiles.

—God — he murmured—. Like that, fuck, like that.

She sped up. She took his cock in and out with a noisy suction, marking her cheeks, and with her free hand she stroked his balls, squeezing just enough. When she felt him beginning to tense his thighs, she closed her mouth around the head and focused there, running her tongue over the slit at the tip while her hand moved up and down the rest.

When he warned her he was about to come, she didn’t pull away. She applied more suction and quickened her hand until he placed his palms on either side of her head — not to direct her, just to have something to cling to — and finished in her mouth with a sound that the neighbors on the landing probably heard. Valeria felt the first spurt hit her palate, then another, and another, and she kept sucking and swallowing just enough not to choke, letting the rest pool on her tongue.

When he was done emptying himself, she released him slowly, with a wet kiss on the tip. She spat into the shower drain, turned on the tap, and rinsed herself with cold water until there was no trace left. Then she stood up, gave him a quick kiss on the jaw, and stepped out of the shower.

—I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. I’m hungry.

***

They had breakfast together: coffee, toast with butter, scrambled eggs with bacon, and orange juice that Marco squeezed while she finished getting dressed. Soft soul music played in the living room, and for a while the two of them ate without talking much.

Marco was the one who broke the silence.

—Thanks for letting me stay.

—You don’t have to thank me — she said —. But don’t get used to it. I like living alone, and I’m pretty picky about that.

Marco set the fork down on the empty plate.

—What if I cared about more than just sex?

—Then you deserve someone who can give you that — Valeria said —. And I’m not that person.

She didn’t say it coldly, but not apologetically either. It was a statement of fact.

—I’m not falling in love with you — he said, without much conviction in his voice.

—Glad to hear it. What we have is fine as it is. The sex is good, I have a good time with you, you’re nice. But from there to talking about a relationship is a long way. I don’t want boyfriends, or living together, or anything like it. I decided that a long time ago and I have no intention of changing it.

Marco nodded without replying. The music filled the silence between them.

—Good — Valeria said, standing up—. Because I had something to propose, and I want you to hear it with a clear head.

She sat astride him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at him closely. She could feel his cock beginning to stir again beneath his trousers, pressing into her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties.

—This morning you noticed I like it from behind.

—I noticed.

—And that I like being dominated. Being held down. Not being asked too much before someone acts.

—I noticed that too.

—There’s something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. — She paused —. A threesome. Two men and me, with double, simultaneous penetration. One cock in my cunt and another fucking me in the ass, at the same time.

Marco took several seconds to react.

—Two men — he repeated.

—Two men — she confirmed —. Two cocks inside me at once. I want to know what it feels like.

Valeria could read his face like a book: the instinct to say yes, the fear of what that implied, the concrete image of being naked in the same bed with another man without knowing what to do with it.

—Have you done it before? — he asked —. Threesomes, I mean.

—A few times. But never with simultaneous double penetration. That’s why I want to do it now, and why the one who fucks my ass has to be you. That’s not negotiable.

Marco stayed silent. Valeria noticed something under her panties: his cock hardening fully against her cunt, responding to the image she had put in his head, involuntarily and without any ambiguity. She rubbed herself against him, very slowly.

—Is that a yes? — she asked, squeezing.

He kissed her instead of answering.

***

Marco left an hour later with one thought fixed in his mind: Rodrigo.

His best friend since he arrived in the country, the one who had helped him with the apartment and introduced him to half the world. Three weeks earlier Rodrigo had broken up with his girlfriend of almost two years — he had found her kissing another man in the street — and since then he had been in that deep slump where any distraction was welcome.

He was the least suitable person. And the only possible one.

He didn’t tell him anything about what was going to happen. He suggested going out on Friday night, Rodrigo agreed without hesitation, and Marco sent Valeria a message:

“Friday. Ten p.m. Double latte, as you asked.”

The reply came in less than a minute:

“I’ll be waiting with pizza and beer. Don’t be late.”

***

On Friday afternoon, Valeria prepared herself with a meticulousness she applied to almost nothing else in her life. In the morning she went to the supermarket: pizza for the oven and enough beer so nobody would have an excuse to leave early. She spent the rest of the afternoon getting herself ready. She shaved everything, made sure the night could be everything she wanted it to be — anal sex always requires prior preparation that can’t be improvised, and she knew the process by heart — and chose her clothes calmly: a cream knit dress, fitted at the waist, with enough flare in the skirt to show off her thigh without effort. Underneath, nothing.

She changed the sheets. She placed candles in the bedroom. She lit sandalwood incense because that scent put her in the mood for everything. She set out soft music for when the moment came. On the nightstand she laid out lubricant, towels, and a second bottle of water.

At half past nine she put the pizza in the oven. The smell spread through the whole house before ten o’clock arrived.

When the doorbell rang, Valeria took one deep breath, glanced at herself for a second in the hallway mirror, and went to open the door.

There were two of them.

Rodrigo was shorter than Marco and had narrower shoulders, but he wore an easy smile on his face and the alert eyes of someone willing for the night to get interesting. He didn’t know exactly where he had ended up. But something in the way he looked at Valeria when she opened the door — his eyes dropping to the dress and climbing back up without even trying to hide it — told her he didn’t particularly care to find out right away either.

—Come in — she said, stepping aside —. The pizza’s almost ready.