The Game with the Three Laborers Got Out of Hand

By then, Hugo and I no longer set limits on almost anything. We had lived through so many stories, most of them with me as the main character, that provoking situations had become second nature. We both enjoyed the same things, and the embarrassment we’d felt at the beginning had long since vanished. Of all those misadventures, this is one of the ones I remember most, perhaps because it was a surprise I never saw coming.

It happened on a hot July afternoon in a rented house in Conil de la Frontera, in Cádiz. It was a single-story villa with a garden, a pool, and a huge, almost empty living room. The only downside was that when we arrived, we found nearly twenty loose tiles on the floor. Since we barely used that room, we didn’t say anything to the agency.

That afternoon I was lying in the sun in the garden, wearing only my bikini bottoms, while Hugo, oddly enough, had preferred to stay in bed with the laptop, watching some cycling stage or other. I found it strange, because he doesn’t care about sports, but I didn’t give it any importance.

I was lying face down when two knocks on the metal gate in the wall roused me from my daze. They sounded again, louder, and I understood that someone was calling. Who could it be, when we didn’t know anyone there? Just as I was getting to my feet to go find some clothes, the gate opened from the outside and a middle-aged man appeared, around fifty, though very well preserved. Dark-haired, solidly built, with skin weathered by the sun, a tight tank top clinging to his torso and snug jeans.

He looked as stunned as I did to see me standing there, almost naked.

“Sorry,” he said, not daring to come in, with a strong Andalusian accent. “I thought there was no one here.”

I grabbed a white beach T-shirt I had on the porch table and slipped it on with my back to him. It was one of those side-slit tops that barely cover anything, but at least it gave me the nerve to face him.

“Who are you? And why did you come in like that?” I asked defiantly.

“Hasn’t the agency told you? We were supposed to come today to fix the living room floor,” he explained, turning toward a van where two other guys were unloading tools. “It’s today or it won’t be possible until September. It’ll take two or three hours; you can keep sunbathing.”

I was reluctant. How was I supposed to sunbathe with three strangers hammering away inside the house?

“Wait here a moment, please. I’m going to talk to my partner.”

As I walked away, I felt his eyes fixed on my back.

“What’s going on?” Hugo asked when he saw me come in, annoyed. He was sitting on the bed, the laptop on his lap and the window wide open.

“Some builders. They say they’re here to repair the living room floor. Had the agency told you?”

“No, nothing.” He fell silent, looking toward the door. Then he set the computer aside. “Are they still outside? And are they handsome?”

“What?” I didn’t understand the question.

“Come here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs, slid his hands under my T-shirt, grabbed my ass, and pulled me toward him. “Why don’t we play a little? Tell them you called me, that I knew they were coming but forgot, and that I’ve gone fishing. I’ll stay locked up in here, and every now and then you can come in and tell me how it’s going.”

He slid one hand up to my breast and squeezed it. The idea of the provocation, of the fake infidelity, turned me on too much.

“All right. But if any of them crosses the line, I’ll call you. We don’t know them from Adam.”

“Girl, are you there?” suddenly came from the porch. “Hello!”

“Yes, I’m coming!” I shouted, nervous.

I went out and closed the door. The man was looking inside; the other two, a step behind, were carrying the gear.

“Sorry, it took me a while to talk to my guy. He went fishing and wasn’t picking up the phone. He knew you were coming, but he didn’t remember the day.”

“Ah, even better. Can we come in now?”

“Yes, of course, come in.”

He came in smiling, followed by the two guys. They were young, no more than twenty-five, dark-haired and very handsome. One had a neatly trimmed little beard; the other wore a faded red T-shirt. But the most attractive was still the oldest one: piercing blue eyes, white teeth, two dimples when he smiled, and a clearly well-worked body.

I stayed by the kitchen door, watching them. The living room was large, but not so large that four people could move around without brushing against one another.

“You can wait outside if you want,” the oldest one offered. He had stopped using formal speech with me.

“It’s fine. I like watching you work. And if you need anything, I can help,” I said with a smile.

“Whatever you like. Rubén, Iván, grab the sofa and move it over there.”

On the sofa were some towels and a couple of T-shirts. It seemed like the perfect moment to start the game.

“Wait, let me take that off for you.”

I stood in front of the sofa, between the two guys, and bent very slowly to pick up the clothes. The T-shirt parted as far as the straps allowed, and both of them got a front-row view of my breasts on display. I held the pose for almost a minute, pretending to gather every last item. When I straightened up, they were staring at me, spellbound.

“There,” I said without losing my smile.

They moved the sofa awkwardly, unable to stop looking at me. Then they went to the middle of the room, right where I was standing with the clothes in my arms, and before I could step away I felt the oldest man’s hand slide under my T-shirt and rest on my waist from behind. I jumped.

“Better move over a bit, gorgeous, don’t want you hurting yourself in the middle here,” he said, never stopping touching me.

“Oh, yes, sorry,” I replied, pretending to be absent-minded, without moving much. “I’m going to put this in the bedroom.”

“How’s it going?” Hugo whispered when I came in.

“Bad. I feel a bit ridiculous. We’ve never done this without a few drinks first.”

“Don’t you like them? Are they ugly?”

“No way, they’re pretty hot, especially the boss.”

“Fuck, well you’re insanely hot. Just walking past them is probably enough to get them hard as rocks.” He slipped one arm between the T-shirt and my breasts. With the other he reached my bikini bottoms, pulled them aside, and started rubbing me. “That’s what one would do by himself, and there are three out there.”

He stood behind me. I was still bent over, supported on the bed. He pulled my bikini bottoms down to my ankles, rubbed me again—I was soaked—and, without warning, drove into me hard. A moan escaped me that I tried to stifle.

“Is that how they were going to fuck me?” I gasped. “I love it.”

He fucked me hard for a good while and, just when we were at our hottest, he stopped dead.

“Why are you stopping?” I asked, turning my head.

“That’s enough for now,” he replied, picking up the swimsuit. “Now it’s your turn to go back out there with them. And go out like that, with no panties.”

“Damn, Hugo, I’m dripping. If I so much as lift my shoulders, everything shows.”

“That’s exactly what I want, for them to freak out over you. Go out, strut around for a while, then come back and tell me about it.”

My knees were trembling, but I wanted too badly to go out like that and stand in front of them, knowing Hugo was waiting on the other side of the wall.

“Fine. You asked for it.”

***

I rolled the T-shirt up to my hips, shook out my long hair, and opened the door. The three of them were kneeling in a circle around the broken tiles. The oldest one was in front, clearing away the debris with his torso completely bare, a vision of dark, bronzed adonis that finished intoxicating me.

They stopped working as soon as they noticed me. All three of them ran their eyes over me from head to toe.

“You can keep going, don’t mind me,” I said, walking toward them.

Rubén, the one with the beard, had to reach down and readjust the bulge straining against his trousers.

“Come on, keep working,” the boss ordered, getting to his feet. He looked me straight in the eye and I felt intimidated.

I kept heading toward the kitchen.

“Will you let me through?” I asked in a sweet voice. He was standing right in front of the door. He waited a few seconds, defiant, and moved aside only a couple of inches, leaving a gap I couldn’t possibly fit through. Still, I slipped by and ended up trapped between his bare chest and the doorframe. My nipples, hard as glass, pressed into his skin.

“I can’t fit,” I added, putting on a good-girl face and holding onto his waist.

He didn’t move. He even made as if to press himself closer to me, torn between reason and abandon. I thought he was going to fuck me right there in front of his guys. In the end, prudence won and he stepped away.

“Sorry,” he murmured, unconvincingly.

I went into the kitchen, turned on the tap, and, knowing he was still watching me, I bent over with my legs straight to get a glass from a low cabinet, so that the T-shirt would ride up my back and my bare ass would be on display. I held the position as long as I could, imagining him coming over and finishing what Hugo had left half-done. I don’t know how he held himself back.

I turned and leaned against the counter, holding his gaze while I drank, until he finally gave up. He bit his lip, shook his head, and turned away.

“I’m going to the van for a minute,” he said to the guys. “We’re going to finish up soon and get out of here. Don’t waste time.”

I was left alone, full of doubts. Had I upset him? But I wasn’t willing to stop, and I wanted to convince myself he had only run off so he wouldn’t fuck me in front of his employees.

I set the glass down and, almost without thinking, my right hand slipped between my legs. I started fingering myself to the rhythm of the hammering in the background, with the boss in my head, so turned on that I was either going to stop or come right there by myself.

I opened my eyes, and then I saw them. The two guys had put down their tools and were standing on the other side of the doorway, watching me with their mouths open.

“Want us to help you?” Rubén dared to ask.

The silence with which I looked at him gave him the courage to come into the kitchen and approach me with an obscene expression. But that afternoon, without alcohol clouding my judgment, Hugo suddenly came to mind. I took a step and intercepted him, one hand on his chest.

“Easy, little bull, where do you think you’re going? You heard your boss, the work needs to get finished.”

From the look on his face, I think he was on the verge of throwing me onto the table. And I would have let him. But I stepped aside, and as I left, I winked at Iván.

***

I crossed the living room and went into the bedroom with my heart pounding. Hugo was naked on the bed, hard as a rock. I arrived so worked up that I didn’t even notice the half-open laptop beside him. I yanked off my T-shirt and climbed on top of him.

“I’m going to die from all this hotness!” I exclaimed.

“What happened out there? Tell me.”

“That I went way too far. They must be behind the door thinking about coming in to fuck me.”

“I would’ve paid to see what you did in the kitchen,” he said, groping my breasts. “Tell me everything.”

Absorbed as I was, it took me a while to realize. The kitchen? How did Hugo know I’d been in the kitchen? I stopped dead and turned toward the wall, looking for some hole.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, surprised.

“How do you know I was in the kitchen?”

“Uh… weren’t you there?” He began to get nervous.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the half-open laptop at the edge of the bed. I leaned over, opened it fully, and on the screen the image of the living room appeared in crystal-clear detail: the two guys standing there, talking, looking toward our door.

“What is this? Why can I see the living room?”

He didn’t know what to say. And that’s when I understood everything: his insistence on staying home, how calm he’d been when he heard about the builders, the speed with which he’d come up with the game.

“You bastard, you had it all planned,” I protested, getting to my feet. I was still aroused, but the anger at feeling tricked was beginning to win out.

“Fuck, when you’re angry you’re even hotter,” he said. “It’s just a game. Besides, you were having fun too, weren’t you?”

“You should’ve told me. Where’s the camera?”

“It’s my phone. It’s hidden behind the vase on the hall console.”

I looked at Hugo, whose erection was beginning to sag, and decided to turn the tables. Make him pay for the audacity of having kept me in the dark.

“Fine, I forgive you,” I said, conciliatory. “If you want, we can keep going. But if we play, we do it my way.”

I went to the dresser and took out two dress belts. I sat on him, put his hands up to the wrought-iron headboard, and tied his wrists tightly, making sure he couldn’t get free. Then I got down and stood at the foot of the bed.

“Since you like watching movies so much, this time I’m going to give you a real one.”

I placed the open laptop between his legs, with the screen facing him.

“Carla, what are you going to do? You’re not thinking of going out there like that, naked?” he sounded frightened.

“You brought this on yourself. But okay, I’ll put something on.”

I took a pair of sky-high heels from the closet that I only wore on special occasions. I buckled them over my ankles.

“How’s this? Doesn’t it make my figure look amazing?” I asked, turning around.

“What a fucking bitch,” he muttered, helpless.

“I hope you enjoy it. And remember: it’s only a game.”

***

The two guys were delighted the moment they saw me appear again, completely naked except for the heels. They forgot about work instantly.

“I’ve changed my mind,” I said, provocatively. “I might need some help.”

Out of the corner of my eye I confirmed that Hugo’s phone was still there, propped on its side, hidden behind the vase. Rubén took the lead: he grabbed my ass, pulled me hard against him, and started kissing me with a voracity that nearly left me breathless.

The other one, Iván, had hung back a step, more shy, with a mix of fear and desire that I found very attractive.

“I need your help. Both of you. No one will find out. Look at me. I’m dripping.” I took his hand and brought it to my crotch. At once, two of his fingers slipped inside me.

“See?” I gasped, holding onto him so I wouldn’t fall, while Rubén came back from behind to grope my breasts.

And so, fully surrendered, with Hugo far from my thoughts, the third one appeared in the doorway. The boss.

He stood there stunned. He had expected his guys hammering at the floor and me dressed, I suppose. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

“What is this?” he asked.

All three of us froze at once. For a moment I feared the party would end there. But instead of waiting for his reaction, I decided to keep conducting the orchestra. I went up to the boss, smiling and naked, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled them down to his knees, knelt, and took his enormous cock into my mouth, as big as I had imagined.

Seeing the boss get involved completely relaxed the other two. A few seconds later I had all three within inches of my face, and I made a point of giving each of them the same attention so none would feel neglected.

After a while I got to my feet.

“Come on, get comfortable,” I said to the boss. I took him to the sofa and pushed him down to sit. I knew the couch was right in the center of the image Hugo could see, so I blew a kiss to the camera before climbing on top of him.

I started bouncing and moaning loudly, sure Hugo could hear me. But I still hadn’t had enough.

“Come here, quick,” I said to Rubén, leaning over the boss’s chest and parting my ass cheeks with my hands. “Put it in here.”

He didn’t hesitate even a second before lunging forward. He struggled to hit the right spot, but once he found the way in he started driving into me so hard I could almost feel the two cocks brushing against each other inside me. This time I couldn’t hold back: with every thrust I let out a cry that was probably audible from the beach. It was Iván who finally covered my mouth, literally, bringing his cock up to my face.

They didn’t take long to come, and neither did I. I climaxed at least three times in a row. After changing positions several times, I ended up sprawled on the sofa while they took turns finishing over my skin, none of them inside me.

When they called the party over, I was wrecked. I stayed on the sofa watching them get dressed.

“Let’s go, we’ll come back another day to finish this,” the boss muttered, annoyed with himself.

There wasn’t even time for goodbyes. They disappeared and left me lying there like a rag.

***

I took a cold shower that felt invigorating and, wrapped in a towel, went back to the bedroom dreading Hugo’s reaction. He was still tied up, naked, with the laptop in front of him and an expression somewhere between anxiety and exhaustion. But his cock was still standing there like a mast.

“Carla, either you come here right now or I’m going to explode,” he blurted out.

I was exhausted, but I felt the need to put the finishing touch on it. I let the towel fall to the floor, walked over, and freed one hand. No more was needed: he nearly ripped the headboard off as he untied the other hand himself.

After that he fucked me with more intensity than he had ever used with me. We didn’t get out of bed until the next morning. When I crossed the living room and remembered what had happened there with the three workmen, I felt that same tingle in my groin again, and an idea made me rush back to the room.

“Hugo,” I said from the doorway. He turned around. “Did you record it?”

I didn’t need an answer. The smile that spread across his face was unmistakable.