The Mature Escort Who Made Our First Threesome Happen

Matías arrived that afternoon on the four o’clock bus, his backpack packed and carrying the money from a small inheritance his grandfather had left him the month before. We had talked about it a thousand times over video calls, always after masturbating for each other in front of the camera, always promising that next time we’d really do it. I was twenty-six, he was twenty-seven; we were university students in a country where the distance between Córdoba and his college in the south turned every weekend together into a marathon of sex locked inside my room.

That morning I’d woken up soaked, remembering a video I’d watched until dawn. Two women and a guy—the scene we’d been discussing for months as if it were a thesis. Another woman. Someone to get involved with us for an hour and then disappear. No drama, no friends, no fear that afterward some acquaintance would end up drunk and crying in a stranger’s bathroom. A few weeks earlier, at the bar downtown, we had decided that the only clean way was to pay for it.

Matías got off the bus and we didn’t even go to my place. He took me to a plaza, pulled out his phone, and told me he’d been reading ads the whole trip. We sat on a bench and filtered them. No one too young, no one who looked brand-new, all of them with reviews and stated ages over forty. We ended up choosing an ad from a woman named Renata, forty-three, with her own apartment in Nueva Córdoba, eighty thousand pesos an hour for a couple, twice that for a threesome.

“You calling her?” he asked me, with that smile he gets when he’s nervous and doesn’t want to admit it.

I called her. Renata had a deep, calm voice, the voice of a woman who had done this a thousand times. I explained the fantasy in two sentences, without embellishing. She didn’t laugh or ask strange questions; she just asked for my name and Matías’s, the time we wanted to come, and warned me that the doorman would ask to see our IDs before letting us upstairs. For security, she said.

***

The building was new, with a marble lobby and a doorman in a blue suit who barely looked at us when we showed him our IDs. We went up in a mirrored elevator, and there, under the white light shining down on us, I saw how nervous we both looked. Matías squeezed my hand. My panties had been wet since before we even reached the building.

Renata opened the door wearing cotton shorts and a white camisole, barefoot and without makeup. She had long, dyed-brown hair, large, firm breasts beneath the fabric, and a waist that was still well-defined despite her age. Her face did show her years: lines around the eyes, a soft weariness around the mouth. She welcomed us like old friends, offered us cold water, and sat us on a couch before saying anything about the arrangement.

“I’m going to ask you not to treat this like a race against the clock,” she said, crossing her legs on the couch opposite us. “The hour starts when all three of us are in bed, not before.”

She didn’t say much. She’d been with couples before, though not many. She found it interesting that we were so quiet. If I felt uncomfortable at any point, we would stop, and if he wanted to try something we hadn’t discussed, he had to talk it over with me first. Matías stared at her like a kid on his first day of school. I held Renata’s gaze and told her we were fine.

She led us into the bedroom. A double bed, low lighting, a bedside table with condoms and wipes. No music, no candles, no cheap theatrics. Renata took off her camisole without ceremony, revealing two large breasts with dark areolas, and told Matías to sit at the edge of the bed. We should start with the two of us.

She took off my shirt slowly. She kissed my neck with her lips barely parted, more like a test than an attack. When I kissed her back on the mouth, she grabbed me by the nape and pulled me against her, and I tasted mint and a little coffee, and felt her large breasts collide with mine. I had never kissed another woman. My hands trembled a little when I lifted her breasts and ran my tongue over one nipple. It was already hard before I got there.

“Suck it properly,” she murmured, taking my head in both hands.

Matías, sitting at the edge of the bed, had already taken off his pants and had his cock out. He gripped it all the way around with his right hand and stroked it slowly, watching us with his mouth hanging open. I looked at him once, just long enough to see his idiotically horny face, and then I didn’t look at him again for quite a while.

Renata laid me on my back and took off my jeans, along with the green lace panties I’d chosen at the last minute, thinking it was going to be an ordinary night. She spread my legs with both hands and threw herself onto my pussy as if she were hungry. Her tongue tasted of her own saliva, broad and flat, moving up and down from my entrance to my clitoris without hurrying. She licked me patiently. She licked me as if she were being paid for it—which, literally, she was—but after the second minute it no longer seemed like work. She pushed two fingers inside me and curled them, and I clutched the sheets with both hands and let out a moan so long it surprised even me.

I heard Matías moan on the other side, more quietly, as if he didn’t want to interrupt my moment. I lifted my head and saw him with his cock in his hand, red and glistening at the tip. Renata turned to look at him without taking her fingers out of me and motioned with her head for him to come closer.

“Here,” she said, handing him a condom from the bedside table. “Put this on and fuck me from behind.”

She got on all fours between my legs without stopping eating me. Matías positioned himself behind her, ran one hand over her round ass, and thrust his cock into her in one stroke. Renata moaned with her mouth pressed to my vulva, and I felt the vibration rise into my stomach. Every time he thrust into her, she pushed her tongue a little farther inside me, squeezed my clitoris between her lips, and sucked with her cheeks hollowed. I looked at Matías over Renata’s head: his jaw clenched, eyes half-closed, one hand fixed on her waist. I smiled at him.

I came like that, with a woman I didn’t know’s tongue inside my pussy and my eyes fixed on my boyfriend’s face as he fucked her. A scream escaped me, one I hadn’t let out in a long time, and Renata didn’t let up. She kept sucking me until I pushed her head away to make her stop, my thighs trembling.

***

“Now you,” Matías said, pulling out slowly.

He changed condoms without needing her to remind him. Renata lay back, and she gestured to me; I understood on my own. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, my face over Matías’s cock, and began sucking him while Renata ran her hands over my ass and spread me open with two fingers. I felt her tongue enter me from behind, short, quick, precise. Matías grabbed my hair and pushed his cock all the way into my mouth, moaning with his eyes closed.

I sucked, she licked me from behind, and Matías stroked himself just by holding the nape of my neck. I lifted my face to breathe and lowered my hand between Renata’s legs. She was wet, with long, hanging lips unlike anything I had ever seen on another woman. I pushed two fingers inside her and she arched her back. She asked me to lick her.

We arranged ourselves into a sixty-nine with her on top. She had a large ass, firm for her age, and lowered it slowly until the lips of her pussy were over my mouth. I licked her as best I could, learning, imitating what she had done to me. Matías climbed onto the bed behind her and fucked her again, and this time my face was barely four inches from the scene. I could see her balls moving with every thrust; I could see his cock coming all the way out and sliding back in. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over Matías’s balls while he kept fucking her.

I heard the scream. Not a moan. A cock-crazed scream I almost never managed to draw out of him. I ran my tongue along his shaft, along whatever remained outside each time Renata rose, and he reached for my face with one hand and squeezed my cheek.

“Baby,” he said, his voice broken. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Renata lowered herself slowly, turned around, and ended up beside me. She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth and smiled with the tired smile she’d had at the door. Matías took off the condom without anyone telling him to and threw himself on top of me, his cock still hard. I opened my legs and asked him to fuck me. We had promised it to the scene, but he knew the last orgasm was mine. I had made that clear at the bar, beer in hand, two weeks earlier.

He penetrated me missionary-style, all the way to the bottom. Renata stayed beside us, propped up on one elbow, watching us with a strange, almost tender attention. Matías thrust into me slowly at first, then faster, then with his usual force. I felt his arms tremble. I felt him drive his cock into me with the final thrust and come inside me with a moan that filled my mouth because he was kissing me. I felt the hot stream flood me, his cock still inside, pushing out the last of it.

We stayed like that for a long minute, breathing on top of each other, with Renata beside us in silence. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me through narrowed lids, and she ran a hand through my hair as if I were an old friend. She said nothing. Nothing was necessary.

***

We showered together in the bedroom’s bathroom, taking our time. We rubbed soap over each other’s backs, laughed softly, and he pressed my ass against the tile and kissed me like we were nineteen again. Renata waited for us dressed in the living room, drinking mate by herself, her feet already up on the couch. She hugged both of us at the door and gave each of us a quick kiss. She told me she’d enjoyed it. I believed her.

There was still daylight in the street. We walked to the university bar where we usually went for drinks and ordered two beers at the counter. Matías told me what he had liked and what he hadn’t; I told him my thoughts. I said that next time I wanted to try sucking her together, both of us at once—we’d completely overlooked that. He told me he would choose her next time.

“There will be a next time,” I confirmed, biting his upper lip over the bar.

Our wallet was eighty thousand pesos lighter. As for our minds, I couldn’t say whether they were lighter or heavier. Deep down, in the back of it all, a door had opened, and it wasn’t going to close completely. Just as Renata had warned us on the couch before we began: once you start, you always want more.