The Birthday Threesome My Husband Gave Me

The bed still smelled like us when I told him. Daniel had just made me come for the third time that night and I was lying face down, my face buried in the pillow, my pussy drenched, still throbbing in time with my own ragged breathing. My thighs were sticky with my own cum and with his, because he had emptied himself inside me to the last drop. I felt him kiss me slowly between the shoulder blades, up to my neck, while his cock, still half-hard, slid between my ass cheeks, leaving a wet trail.

—Your birthday —he murmured—. It’s a month away. Ask me for something big.

I turned over. Moonlight filtered through the window and carved out his jaw. My husband had that boyish look when he was asking me seriously.

—I want something we’ve never done —I said—. I want you to organize a night for me. You, me, and a small group of people who already know how we are. But make it elegant. Like a private casino.

—Casino? —he smiled.

—Casino. Bets. But not for money. Let the chips be worth favors. Caresses, kisses, blow jobs, whatever the winner asks for. And at the end of the night… you decide the grand prize.

Daniel looked at me for a long second. Then he gave a low laugh, as if he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. His hand went down to my pussy and two fingers sank in without warning, testing how soaked I still was.

—Is the grand prize you?

—I’ve been clear about that for weeks —I told him, pressing myself against his fingers—. I want to be fucked by several men while you watch. And then I want you to fuck me, with everything they’ve left inside me.

Daniel groaned under his breath. His cock got hard again against my hip. He spread my legs, settled himself, and drove into me in one long thrust. Fourth fuck of the night. He fucked me staring into my eyes, whispering filthy things in my ear about what our guests were going to do to me, and I came again, clenching his cock with my cunt while he emptied himself inside me for the second time.

I didn’t recognize myself entirely when I said it, and at the same time I had never been more myself.

***

The group came together on its own. Esteban, the director of the department where I’d worked a couple of years earlier, was the first to confirm. His country house on the outskirts of the city had a heated pool, a fenced garden, and two floors of bedrooms. Then came the longtime couple: Verónica and Hugo. I’ve known her since college; he loves to watch and almost never participates. Sebastián, the literature professor I had a brief thing with three years ago, said yes in less than a minute. And Mateo, Daniel’s nephew, said yes too, with an emoji I’d rather not describe here.

Daniel wrote to each of them separately and then set up the chat. He called it “Carla’s Birthday.” He set the rules: formal dress, arrival on Saturday at eight, departure on Sunday whenever each person could manage. Esteban brought the chips. The birthday girl brought her body.

We arrived on Saturday afternoon. Esteban welcomed us at the door with a champagne flute in each hand and a smile I already knew well. The house had been transformed. Tables with green felt, a wooden roulette wheel in the middle of the living room, candles in the corners, a tray of black and red chips gleaming under the warm light.

I had put on a red silk dress with a side slit up to the hip. Underneath, nothing. Verónica arrived later in a tight black dress, back bare, and very high heels. The two of us looked at each other in the hall mirror and knew that night was going to be unlike anything before.

***

Esteban welcomed everyone at nine on the dot, champagne in hand.

—The rules are simple —he said, with that director’s authority that had always made me nervous—. Each round has a winner. The winner chooses one of the ladies and asks for her favor. The ladies have the right to veto anything they don’t want. But I trust that tonight, with this crowd, there won’t be many vetoes.

—Few or none —said Verónica, raising her glass.

We started with blackjack. Mateo won the first hand, almost by chance. He looked at me from across the table with that adolescent smile that was no longer adolescent and still didn’t know what to do with its new face.

—Auntie —he said, and the word made my pussy clench—, I want a kiss. A long one. And I want you to sit on my lap while you give it to me.

I gave him the kiss. I sat astride his lap, the dress opening to show half my thigh, and I felt his whole cock spring hard under his pants, pressing against my bare pussy. I kissed him slowly with my tongue, rocking my hips so I could rub myself against him. I bit his lower lip while I ran my hand over the bulge, squeezing it, and he let out a soft gasp only I heard. When I pulled away, his eyes were closed and there was a wet stain on his trousers. I left a damp finger in his mouth so he could taste me before I went back to my chair.

The roulette wheel came after that. Sebastián called red, red hit, and he looked at Verónica.

—I want to see you out of the dress. And I want you to touch yourself until you come in front of everyone.

Verónica stood up, put on a soft song on Esteban’s stereo, and unzipped the side with the calm of someone who had done this before. The dress fell to the floor in a black circle. She was left in black lace lingerie, looking at all of us with a what-else-is-new expression. She unhooked her bra, let her panties fall to her ankles, and sat on the edge of the roulette table with her legs spread wide. Her shaved pussy, shining, was on display for everyone. She slid two fingers in, then three, and started fucking herself while her other hand circled her clit. Hugo, her husband, watched from the armchair with a forgotten drink in his hand and his fly open, pulling out his cock and stroking slowly to the rhythm of his wife’s fingers. Verónica came biting her lip, a little stream of wetness running down her wrist, and Sebastián stepped in and licked it off without asking permission.

The poker hand went to Esteban. He pointed at me with two fingers.

—Carla. Come here. On your knees.

I walked over to him and he put a firm hand on the back of my neck, not aggressively. He made me dance around him, slowly, until I ended up on my knees between his legs. I opened his pants with hands that didn’t tremble. I pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang into view, thick and veined, the tip already wet. I gripped him at the base, ran my tongue from his balls to the head, and took him all the way into my mouth until he bumped the back of my throat. Esteban growled and grabbed my hair. I started sucking him in earnest, saliva dripping down my chin, sucking hard on the way up and choking on the way down. I licked his balls, looked up at him with his cock pressed against my cheek, and took him back to the hilt. He set the rhythm by holding my neck, fucking my mouth without letting me breathe much. He came in two thrusts, deep in my throat first and then on my tongue, and I swallowed it all with my eyes closed. When I lifted my face, I smiled with glossy lips. Daniel, from his chair, didn’t move. He only nodded when my eyes met his, his own cock hard over his pants.

After that, nobody was keeping score of the rounds anymore. Sebastián licked Verónica’s nipples one by one while Hugo, with his cock out already, stroked himself shamelessly and whispered filth in his wife’s ear. Mateo opened my dress all the way, let it fall to the floor, and lifted me onto the gaming table, on my back, with my legs hanging down. He spread my thighs and buried his face in my pussy with no preamble. He was a bad licker, hungry, but that was exactly why it was driving me crazy. Esteban, recovered, came up from the side and started sucking one of my nipples while pinching the other. Sebastián left Verónica for a moment and came to kiss me on the mouth, sliding his tongue all the way in. I had three mouths working on me at once and I came on Mateo’s tongue in less than two minutes, arching my back over the green felt. I stopped thinking.

***

At one in the morning, Esteban announced the final auction. He brought out a box, counted the chips each man had won over the course of the night, and declared a three-way tie: Mateo, Sebastián, and he had accumulated the same amount. Daniel laughed.

—As host —said Esteban—, I propose the three of us share Carla. Thirty minutes. Whatever she allows.

Daniel looked at me. He didn’t ask with words. He asked with his eyes.

—All three at once —I said—. All the holes. And you go in last, when they’ve filled me up.

We went up to the master bedroom. The bed was huge and smelled like clean sheets. I took my dress off myself and stood naked in front of the four of them. Mateo kissed me from behind, biting my neck with that voracious clumsiness of someone who still can’t quite believe he’s doing what he’s doing. He squeezed my tits from behind, pinching my nipples until they were hard as stones. Sebastián knelt in front of me and licked my breasts slowly, without haste, as if he knew them from before. Esteban took my hips and shoved me onto the bed with authority, face down, and lifted my ass.

He spread my cheeks with both hands and ran his tongue from my clit to my asshole, getting everything wet. Then he spat on my hole and sank his thumb in while Mateo lay down beneath me and guided my mouth to his cock. I took hold of him with my hand and took him in, sucking him while Esteban kept preparing my ass with his fingers, first one, then two. Sebastián climbed onto the bed from the other side, grabbed his cock, and pressed it against my lips, asking for room in my mouth. I alternated between the two, sucking one and then the other, spitting saliva over their heads, letting both of them stand in front of me so I could lick them at once.

Esteban got behind me and drove his cock into my pussy in one hard thrust. I screamed with the two cocks still in my face. He started fucking me hard, gripping my hips, thrusting so forcefully the bed moved. With every stroke, Mateo got pinned deeper to me, and he couldn’t take it anymore and begged me to suck him faster. He came in my mouth without warning, a hot spurt filling my tongue, and I swallowed half and let the other half run down my chin to my neck.

We switched. Sebastián lay on his back and I climbed on top, facing him. I started riding him slowly, feeling his cock slide all the way in each time I sank down. Esteban came up behind me, shoved me forward so I was bent over Sebastián, and spit in my ass again. When he pushed his cock into my hole, my breath caught. The two of them started fucking me at the same time, one in front and one behind, coordinating so there was always a cock going in while the other came out. I could barely even moan, only gasp with my mouth open and drool over Sebastián’s chest. Mateo, recovered now, came over and put his cock back in my mouth.

All three at once. Pussy, ass, and mouth. The sensation of being completely full, trapped between three bodies, with Daniel watching it all from the doorway with his cock in his hand, sent me into an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had before. I came shaking, screaming with my mouth full, clenching both cocks inside me until Sebastián emptied himself in my pussy and Esteban came in my ass almost at the same time, thrusting all the way in while he dug his fingers into my hips.

—That’s it, my love. That’s how I wanted to see you —Daniel said from the doorway.

The two of them pulled out and I was left with my legs spread, leaking from both holes, cum running down my thighs to the sheet. Daniel entered last, exactly as he had promised. The three of them moved aside and kissed me wherever they could while he undressed without haste. He climbed onto the bed, spread my legs, and put his cock into my pussy still full of Sebastián’s cum. He fucked me slowly, looking into my eyes, feeling another man’s semen sliding down his own cock. He whispered “mine” with every thrust. When he came, he left everything inside and didn’t pull out until I finished too, crying a little. Not from sadness. From something I still don’t have a name for.

Downstairs, we heard Verónica scream Hugo’s name for the first time in a long while.

***

Sunday dawned slowly. Esteban had put trays of fruit out on the terrace. Verónica came down in an oversized borrowed T-shirt and nothing underneath. I was wearing a white silk robe, open, with nothing underneath either. We sat down to breakfast as if we were old friends who had been doing this for years. In a way, we were.

Sebastián had brought gifts. Two little bags with red bows, one for each of us. Tiny bikinis, almost nonexistent fabric, black with gold details. Verónica opened hers, held it up to the light, and burst out laughing.

—This doesn’t cover anything.

—That’s the point —said Sebastián.

We changed. The bikini triangles barely covered my nipples and the bottom was a dental floss string that disappeared between my ass cheeks. The pool was heated and the midday sun was blazing. What started as a game of water polo ended with Esteban slipping a hand under my bikini and sinking two fingers into my pussy underwater, with the patience of a patient director. With Mateo kissing me against the edge of the pool while he squeezed my tits over the wet fabric. And with Verónica riding Sebastián in one of the shallow corners, her bikini hanging from her neck and her tits bouncing every time she moved up and down, while Hugo, from the lounger, poured himself a whisky, pulled out his cock, and watched himself stroking slowly.

Daniel, this time, did take part. He got into the water, picked me up from behind, pressed me against him, and said in my ear while he pulled the string of my bottoms aside and slid his cock into me from behind:

—You’re mine. Even if today you belong to everyone, you’re still mine.

I believed him. I always believed him. He fucked me slowly in the water, rocking me against his body, while Mateo came over and sucked my nipples through the shifted bikini.

We spent almost two hours in the water. Hands everywhere, whispers, moans held back so as not to scare the birds in the garden. Esteban took me to the pool steps and sat me on the edge with my legs spread. He ripped my bikini bottoms off and let them float away. He knelt on the lower step and buried his face in my pussy, licking my clit with a flat tongue while he slid two fingers in and curled them forward, looking for my spot. Mateo swam over and started kissing the insides of my thighs, working his way up until he joined Esteban, and the two of them licked me at once, two tongues working my pussy from different angles. Sebastián came from behind and kissed my mouth, slipping his tongue in while he squeezed my tits. When I came, it was so hard I pressed my thighs against both faces and water splashed all the way to the terrace tiles. I screamed so loudly Hugo applauded from the lounger.

***

In the afternoon, after lunch, Esteban suggested that each woman choose. He said it almost shyly, as if he knew the day had already been more than any calendar could hold.

—One couple for tonight. Just one. Whatever you want. The rest of us rest.

I looked at Mateo. He understood before I spoke. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom overlooking the garden. That night wasn’t like the others. It was slow. I asked him to make love to me as if it were the first time he had ever touched a woman. I undressed him myself, button by button, and pushed him backward onto the bed. I sucked his cock calmly, unhurried, looking him in the eyes every time I came up. Then I climbed on top and took him in slowly, sitting down until he was all the way in, and I taught him to move beneath me in circles, to wait for me, not to come until I told him to. I taught him to suck my tits with patience, to lick my pussy looking for the clit with the tip of his tongue, to fuck me from the side with one leg over his shoulder. It took hours. He came inside me three times, and I lost count of mine. Mateo learned fast.

Verónica chose Daniel. Daniel looked at me before saying yes. I nodded. Hugo sat in an armchair in his room with a drink, once again, and watched as my husband spread his wife’s legs and fucked her in every way until he fell asleep, satisfied. That night, in Esteban’s house, we all slept where we shouldn’t have, and nobody cared.

In the morning we went back to our lives. Long goodbyes, tight hugs, promises to repeat it.

***

On Monday at the university everything went back to normal. Almost.

I ran into Verónica in the second-floor corridor. She was wearing a straight skirt and a buttoned shirt all the way to the neck. I was wearing the same. We looked at each other for a second and burst out laughing without making a sound.

—Can you still walk? —she asked me softly.

—Barely. My ass is still wide open.

—I’ve got Sebastian’s bite marks all over my tits.

Esteban walked by at that moment. Gray suit, dark blue tie. He didn’t greet us. He just motioned to me with two fingers toward his office.

I closed the door behind me. Esteban was sitting in his chair, with a small package wrapped in matte black paper on the desk.

—Belated birthday wishes —he said—. I wanted to give this to you here, privately.

I opened it. Inside was a polished glass piece, heavy, with a red stone at the base, and a remote vibrator the size of a coin. The app, he explained, was controlled by him from his phone.

—I want to see you walking around campus with this in —he said, without standing up—. In your ass. And the vibrator inside your pussy. And I want to know, in every meeting, that when you squeeze your thighs against the chair, I’m the one reminding you of it.

I looked at him. I was going to say something and it wouldn’t come out.

—Put it on now —he said—. Here. In front of me.

I hiked up my skirt. I pulled my underwear down to my ankles. I turned my back to him, leaning against the desk, and spread my cheeks with both hands. Esteban stood up, came over, spat on my hole, and smoothed me out with his thumb. He handed me the glass plug. I put it in myself, pushing slowly, feeling the cold glass open me while he watched from inches away. When the base was snug against my ass, the red stone gleaming between my cheeks, I slid the vibrator into my pussy all the way in. I pulled my skirt back down. I looked at him over my shoulder with my mouth slightly open.

I left his office with my legs a little shaky and the glass settled against me with a weight that forced me to walk slowly. The hall clock said eleven in the morning. I still had the rest of the day ahead of me, and the first vibration hit before I’d even made it down the stairs. I had to grab the banister to keep from folding in half.

I texted Daniel from the elevator.

“The birthday isn’t over. I’ll tell you tonight.”

Daniel replied in under a minute.

“I know. It’s only just beginning.”