The Hidden Box in My Bosses’ Closet

I shoved the master bedroom door open with my elbow, holding the mop in one hand and the bucket in the other. The lavender scent of the air freshener they always used floated through the air, mixed with that faint perfume Mrs. Renata wore and that I already knew perfectly. After so long, I knew that house better than my own.

I’d been cleaning there for almost eight months, three times a week. Always the same routine: I arrived at nine, put in my headphones, and by three in the afternoon I was already gathering my things while Mr. Aníbal left the envelope with my pay on the kitchen counter.

The pay was good, although just that salary wasn’t enough for me to live on and, on top of that, pay the tuition for the degree I was studying. I was twenty-four years old and had three different jobs. I slept little and dreamed of the day when I could keep just one.

During those months, they had both offered me a full-time job. They even suggested a room of my own so I could live with them, with more comfortable hours. I always turned them down.

I was very close to my mother and felt bad about leaving her alone. Besides, the idea of living under the same roof as my bosses was something I couldn’t wrap my head around.

One Friday afternoon I was doing my usual routine, and one of my favorites: cleaning Mrs. Renata’s walk-in closet. I had always dreamed of having one like that, and at least tidying it now and then let me live out the fantasy halfway.

While I was arranging the upper shelves, my fingers brushed against a dark wooden box hidden behind a row of shoes. It was the first time I’d seen it. Curiosity wouldn’t let me ignore it.

It wasn’t locked, just had a small latch that I easily removed. I opened it slowly, and what was inside took me by surprise. There were several things in it that shouldn’t have been there.

A pair of black panties I recognized instantly: I had lost them three months earlier, just after an afternoon when I’d changed in the guest bathroom because I spilled detergent on my clothes. There were also a pair of my socks, the white athletic ones I always wore, some hair ties, and, incredibly, a lock of my hair.

And underneath everything, inside a clear envelope, a photograph printed on matte paper. It was me.

They had taken it without me noticing: me from behind, leaning over the dining table while I wiped away a stain, with my skirt hiked up just enough to show the edge of my thighs. My hair was tied up in a messy ponytail. On the back, handwritten: “Valeria — October 14.”

My heart raced so fast I felt my throat tighten. I didn’t scream or run out. I closed the box, put it back exactly where it had been, and finished my shift as if nothing had happened.

But when they arrived that afternoon, I was waiting for them. Standing in the kitchen, with the pay envelope still unopened in my hand.

—I need to talk to you both —I said, in a steadier voice than I expected.

They looked at each other. Aníbal set his keys on the table. Renata put her purse on one of the dining room chairs.

—You found something? —he asked, bluntly.

I nodded once, surprised he’d said it so directly.

Renata sighed, walked over to the fridge, took out a bottle, and invited us to sit with her on the sofa. The three of us took our seats, me in the middle.

—I know what it looks like —she said—. But it’s not what you’re thinking...

—Oh, really? —I replied. —Then what is it?

Aníbal turned toward me, interlacing his fingers.

—The thing is, we like you a lot —he said—. My wife and I have been curious for a while about trying new things.

—And we think you’d be the ideal person —Renata interrupted—. We just couldn’t find the right way to ask you.

—That desire got stronger over time —he continued—. So much so that we ended up doing crazy things... as you’ve already seen.

I looked at both of them. Renata had flushed cheeks. Aníbal kept his eyes fixed on me without blinking. I could see how desperate they were despite being twice my age, and that was when a wild idea crossed my mind.

—And if I say yes —I blurted after a long silence—, but only if you pay my full tuition for next semester... would you agree?

They looked at each other at the same time, eyes wide as if they’d just won the lottery.

—How much is it? —Aníbal asked, sounding anxious.

I said the amount. It wasn’t small, but that didn’t seem to matter to them. Hearing it, Renata answered right away.

—Done.

She looked at her husband, who also seemed satisfied with the arrangement. They both laughed softly. What they had wanted so badly was about to happen; all that was left was to plan it. They started talking about the days they had free, but I interrupted them.

—Why not right now?

The couple froze; they hadn’t expected that level of decisiveness. But I thought the faster it happened, the faster I’d get the money.

—Do you mean this very moment? —Renata asked.

I simply nodded, taking off the hair tie holding my hair back and letting it fall over my shoulders.

***

The couple looked at each other one last time and adjusted the sofa cushions to get more comfortable. I let myself sink into the backrest, ready to begin. Renata and Aníbal came closer, nervous but with a clear goal.

Life had given me a generous bust that stood out no matter how loose my clothes were. That day I was wearing a floral dress with a button at chest level.

Their hands stroked my breasts over the fabric, slowly, as if they feared breaking something. Aníbal turned toward me and asked if he could kiss me. I told him yes in a thin voice. It was an intense contact, loaded with a desire they had been holding back for months. While he kissed me, he took me by the neck and pulled me against him.

Then I moved on to Renata, who also asked permission before kissing me. I nodded and our lips met; this time it was softer, more careful. She held my hand to calm the nerves she clearly felt. While the two of us tended to each other, Aníbal focused on my breasts, teasing them with his hands and giving short kisses.

He reached the button that fastened my dress and undid it, revealing my sky-blue bra. He slipped one strap down and kissed my shoulder. With his other hand he traced the front of my chest, went down over my abdomen, and ended between my legs.

I pulled away from Renata for a moment, and she immediately gave herself over to my breasts. What I was seeing was surreal and, at the same time, pure filth: my two bosses enjoying my body, Aníbal searching for my center with his hand and Renata pressed against me, caressing me as if she were bringing me luck.

—You’re perfect —she murmured.

She slipped off the straps of my bra and removed it completely. As soon as she did, they both lunged at my nipples as if their lives depended on it, one each, soaking them with their tongues. I threw my head back; pleasure was beginning to take control of my body.

One of Aníbal’s hands slid down to my crotch and I parted my legs a little without thinking. He hiked up my dress just enough and began massaging me over my underwear.

Renata finished pulling my dress down to my waist, smothering my moans with kisses. Aníbal left my breasts and went to my neck, without stopping his hand for a single second.

I started getting wet and letting myself go. While I kissed Renata, I put a hand on her shoulder and tried to pull down her black work dress. I managed it and discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Seeing her bare breasts, I didn’t hesitate to take them into my mouth, squeezing and kissing them with a hunger I didn’t know I had inside me. That image captivated Aníbal, who settled behind me, unfastened my bra, and left a trail of kisses all over my back, while the rhythm of his hand increased between my legs.

Renata let herself be handled. What she had planned with her husband was finally happening and she knew she had to make the most of it. She laid me back on the sofa and, between the two of them, helped me take off my dress, leaving me only in my panties.

Each of them took one of my legs and spread them apart. Renata moved the fabric aside; Aníbal let a drop of saliva fall and began to massage me with no barrier at all. I moaned louder and louder; I had less control over my body with every contraction of pleasure.

—Do you like that? —Renata asked.

I couldn’t even answer. I looked at her and nodded while she smiled. She liked that response and went back to tending to my breasts.

Aníbal began to sink his fingers inside me, becoming slicker and slicker as they slid in and out. From time to time he brought them to his wife’s mouth so she could taste them.

Together they took off my last garment and asked me to get on all fours, placing my hands on the back of the sofa.

Once in position, the couple came to my ass and kissed it. Aníbal went straight to my center with his tongue, while Renata gave me little spanks and stroked my hair.

Consumed by pleasure, I buried my face between Renata’s breasts, and she took hold of my head and pressed me against her, all while Aníbal used his tongue and one hand at the same time. It was a mix of saliva and desire, with a soundtrack of moans and ragged breathing.

***

We decided to change positions. Aníbal sat on the sofa and I turned my back to Renata, who started tending to me with her tongue while he and I tangled in a series of uncontrolled kisses.

I wanted him naked already. I unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, exposing his torso. Then I went to his pants, opened his belt, and he took care of lowering them himself along with his underwear to his knees, freeing his erection.

We paused for a moment. I got myself comfortable and started giving him oral sex. Renata guided me by taking me by the hair, while with her other hand she stimulated my center. At times she pushed so he would reach the back of my throat, which made me gag a little and release even more saliva, soaking everything.

Renata let go of the control and lowered herself to eat me out, burying her head between my cheeks to get deeper, never taking her eyes off the way I was tending to her husband. Aníbal let me do the work, and I wasn’t doing it badly at all. It was a dirty scene, but real and charged with want.

Suddenly, Renata stopped and called me over. I looked up at her, leaving a strand of saliva connecting my mouth to Aníbal’s cock. She beckoned me closer with one finger. I got up with difficulty and went to her.

She took off what was left of her dress, revealing a black string thong.

—On your knees —she said.

I obeyed. I knelt before her and slowly pulled off her underwear. She grabbed me by the hair and pressed me against her pelvis. I started eating her out furiously, until I drew a moan from her that echoed all through the living room.

Aníbal came over to his wife and gave her a kiss full of affection, while I kept doing my thing down below. I slowly brought one hand up to his cock and started jerking him off. That image drove them wild: they had me at their mercy and, on top of that, I was enjoying it just as much as they were.

He went back to sit on the sofa and called both of us over. We positioned ourselves on either side and began giving him oral sex together. We took turns; sometimes one went to the tip and the other along the shaft, leaving him ready for the next step.

Aníbal took me by the hips and pulled me onto him, placing his cock at my entrance. I lowered myself slowly. A moan filled the room; my back arched over his torso while he guided me up and down with a steady rhythm.

Renata watched us enchanted; the way my breasts bounced seemed to hypnotize her. She dedicated herself to kissing them and playing with them while he fucked me hard.

I was completely surrendered. From time to time I took control and kissed Renata with desire, until I invited her to enjoy her husband for a while, even if only briefly.

I stepped aside and let her take my place. She straddled him, facing him, and started riding him with enthusiasm. I touched myself; the scene had turned me on so much that shame had left my body long ago.

After a while, Aníbal said he was about to finish, but he wanted it to be with me. Renata loved the idea and, at the same time, was looking for her own release. She lay back along the sofa; I lay face down, with my mouth at the level of her center and him between my legs, ready to go in again.

We started the final stretch. Aníbal penetrated me, holding me by the legs and bending them upward. I licked Renata with ravenous hunger, squeezing her breasts and burying my face deeper and deeper. She just enjoyed herself; what she was seeing brought her closer to the edge. Until it happened.

The three of us, almost at the same time, let go. Renata soaked my face. I couldn’t hold anything back and spilled everything onto the sofa. Aníbal came out of me and left his heat on my lower back.

The spasms from the two of them grew intense. He collapsed behind me and Renata relaxed against the armrest, while I was left in the middle, exhausted.

The three of us ended up sprawled on the sofa, trying to catch our breath. I was spent, my eyes closed against Renata’s chest, and she looked at me tenderly; Aníbal panted against my back, tickling me with his beard, one hand still on my breast and the other between my legs.

Until Renata broke the silence.

—The next tuition payment is in a month, right?

I opened my eyes just a little and nodded, still with my skin shining with sweat.

—Then we’ll see you next month —Aníbal said, kissing my shoulder—. What do you think?

I let out a small laugh, which they joined in.

—Done —I said softly.

After a while, the three of us got dressed. They handed me the payment envelope and Aníbal transferred the rest. They walked me to the door, where a taxi was already waiting to take me straight home.

Since then I’ve lived much more peacefully: I quit the other jobs and kept only one, the one that gave me just enough to support myself and help at home. The tuition was covered after that afternoon. Every month’s end, after our agreed-upon date, I received the payment in my account. Always on time. Like my orgasms.