The Couple We Met Online Came to Dinner

What Martín and I had been building grew slowly, almost without either of us noticing. At first it was comments whispered in each other’s ear when we went out, then fantasies we told one another in bed, and in the end the kink had become a habit neither of us wanted to stop. The more we played, the more we needed it.

One day he told me he had stumbled on a page where couples and single women showed themselves. I knew perfectly well it hadn’t been by chance, but I played along. He opened a thread with photos of us, mostly of me, and people wrote about how they’d like to see us, how they’d like to see me. He loved reading those messages out loud while he took new photos of me to upload.

I like this more than I should, I thought every time I saw how full of replies it got.

Among all those people, one couple appeared who caught our attention right away. They called themselves Carla and Daniel. We started writing privately, first messages, then photos, then an occasional video. There was chemistry even through the screen, that kind of tension you can tell from the way someone chooses their words. After several weeks we decided we wanted to meet in person. They offered to come to the city.

We arranged to meet at a restaurant we love, on the outskirts, with a view and a discreet private room. The idea was to have a calm dinner, see each other’s faces, and if everything flowed, end the night at our house. No pressure, we’d said. No pressure, I repeated to myself, even though inside I’d been thinking about something else for days.

That afternoon I got ready calmly. I took a long shower, rubbed lotion all over my body, and waited until I was completely dry, until my skin had absorbed it all. I did my makeup without overdoing it: pretty red lips, a thin line around my eyes, a little color on my cheeks. I waved my hair into loose waves, the kind that fall as if effortlessly. I chose a black thong and a black party dress too, with the skirt just above the knee and a V-neck that showed just enough to make you want more. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw.

—You look dangerous —Martín told me from the bathroom door.

He’d put on something casual but neat, and he was ridiculously handsome. We left with that mix of nerves and excitement you only know when you’re heading toward something new.

***

We arrived at the restaurant and there they were. If I had looked sexy in the mirror, Carla looked even more so. Daniel wore a suit jacket that fit him like a glove. She had on a floral mini dress tied at the neck, with her back completely bare and a neckline that dipped almost to her navel, clinging to a body that drew attention. White heels finished the outfit. More than one head turned when we approached their table.

We greeted each other with two kisses, those first kisses that last a second too long, and sat down to dinner. The conversation was light and pleasant, the kind that lets you test the waters without anyone saying what they’re really thinking. We talked about travel, work, nonsense. But the looks said a great deal more than the words, and all four of us knew it.

When we finished dinner, the waiter invited us for a drink in the small club the restaurant has upstairs. Carla and I went up first while Martín and Daniel stayed behind under the excuse of having a cigarette. Really they wanted to see us alone for a while, see what would happen.

As soon as we reached the bar, a couple of older men came over to buy us a drink. Carla looked at me with a mischievous smile, as if asking whether we should play along. We were almost about to accept, just for the thrill of being watched from afar, but then they showed up. Martín gave Carla a smack on the ass and a quick kiss, and Daniel grabbed me by the waist and gave me a long, deep kiss, right in front of everyone. The men at the bar got the message and backed off.

—So that’s how it is —Daniel whispered in my ear.

—You don’t know anything yet —I replied.

***

Carla and I went out to dance. You can imagine the kind of dancing: as sensual as we could make it, brushing against each other, kissing, letting our bodies search for each other to the rhythm of the music. Neither of us wore a bra, and the movement of our breasts beneath the fabric drew every eye on the floor. I’m sure more than one person went home that night thinking about us.

The atmosphere was hot, and the four of us were getting more and more aroused. No words were needed. One look was enough for us to decide to keep the party going somewhere else.

We went to the garage and took the elevator. The moment the doors closed, Daniel started kissing me and putting his hands on me without even trying to hide it. I answered with caresses, feeling the outline of his desire pressing against my hip. He lifted my skirt from behind to rub my ass properly, just as the elevator announced the floor. We came out first; they stayed a step behind. I realized half my ass was showing as I walked, so instead of pulling my dress down, I shifted it a little more on purpose.

We went into the house and I poured drinks for everyone. Martín came over and asked me to come with him to the bedroom for a moment. Once inside, he told me to take my clothes off. From a drawer he pulled out a lingerie set I didn’t know about: white, sheer, bought in secret for that night. I put it on. It left half my breasts on display and barely covered anything in front.

He’d planned everything, I told myself, and I liked knowing it.

We went back out to the living room together. Carla and Daniel were sitting on the sofa, drinks in hand. When they saw me come out like that, they whistled and told me how beautiful I looked. Daniel stood up and came to stand beside me.

—May I? —he asked Martín.

—Go ahead —he answered, without taking his eyes off me.

***

Daniel started touching me over the lingerie, slowly, under the watchful eyes of Carla and my own husband. He freed one breast from the bra while I stroked his crotch, feeling him growing under my hand. My nipples hardened and I felt the heat rise up through me from below. He turned me around to play with my ass and I let out a moan I didn’t even try to hold back.

At the other end of the living room, Carla had started undressing Martín. She took his shirt off, reached for him over his pants while they kissed, and he slid his fingers between her legs. Watching the two of them while Daniel touched me made me even hotter.

A smack on my ass jolted me back to what was happening to me. Daniel took my bra off completely and played with my breasts however he wanted, squeezing them, tugging at them with a mixture of roughness and care that drove me wild. He nodded to me to show me what he wanted, and I bent down without him having to say a word. I pulled his cock out of his pants and started sucking him slowly, looking up at him.

Behind me, Martín and Carla were doing exactly the same. I was so turned on I couldn’t stop touching myself between the legs, completely soaked.

Daniel signaled to Martín, who nodded. He lifted me up, took off my thong, and laid me down on the sofa. He spread my legs and entered me with a tenderness I hadn’t expected, slowly at first, letting me feel every centimeter. As he moved in and out, Carla caressed my breasts and Martín kissed me, taking turns with her in the kisses and the touches. It was a tide of hands and mouths coming at me from everywhere.

Daniel began to move harder, and at the same time lowered his hand to play with my clit. I moaned without holding back, over and over, until an orgasm ran through my whole body and left me trembling. Without giving me any respite, he increased the pace of his thrusts until he came inside me with a hoarse growl.

—Damn, that was good —I blurted out.

***

When I turned my head toward Martín, Carla was devouring him with such enthusiasm it was a joy to watch. He gently moved her away and sat down on the sofa. Carla finished undressing and climbed on top of him, letting him go all the way in at once. As she rode him up and down, Martín kept rubbing her breasts and tugging at her nipples.

Daniel came over to caress her too, and I joined in by kissing her. Our tongues sought each other hungrily, tenderly, in a soft struggle inside her mouth. I was hypnotized by the movement of her breasts to the rhythm of her hips, and in the end I couldn’t take it anymore: I threw myself on them, licking them, sucking her big, hard nipples.

—Lick me —she asked me between gasps—. Get me off.

I positioned myself in front of them and started licking her clit, her pussy, and every now and then I went back to Martín’s cock whenever he slid out of Carla. While I worked below, Daniel licked one of her nipples from above. Martín started groaning, faster and faster, until he came inside her. Carla came almost at the same time, I suppose from feeling the heat of the semen, and collapsed backward with a long moan.

After everyone had had their fill, I went to the kitchen for ice and poured another round of drinks. We stayed chatting for a good while, naked and relaxed, as if we’d known each other for a lifetime and not just a few hours. The kink had turned into a strange, pleasant complicity.

It was very late already, those hours when the sky starts thinking about clearing, when we decided to go to bed. Daniel and I to one room, Martín and Carla to another. And there, away from the living room, we started all over again. From the moans coming from the other room, so did they.

What happened when we woke up I’ll tell you another day, because this has already gone on long enough. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed living it.