The Night I Shared Three Guests with My Friends

They arrived on a Wednesday afternoon, and I was the one who picked them up, as always when the company receives people from out of town. Three men came off the plane with that easy calm of people who live near the sea: tall, dark-skinned, broad-shouldered. They were from Cayo Verde, a small island in the Caribbean, and they had a reputation. The previous visit, Joren’s, had left the office with a memory none of the girls had ever quite managed to forget.

The one in charge was called Bayron. He was around six-foot-three, serious when he spoke but with eyes that were always looking for the joke. He was accompanied by Teo, who had already come with Joren the last time, and Léo, the youngest, slim and quiet. They didn’t need to say anything: from the car I understood they weren’t coming just to close contracts.

—I’ve got an errand for you —Bayron told me as soon as I’d gotten them settled in the hotel—. Come up for a minute. It’s from Joren.

In his room he opened the suitcase without hurrying and handed me a small box. Inside was a double necklace of wooden beads, each one hand-carved. He showed it to me on his palm as if it were something alive.

—On my island, this is worn against bare skin —he said, and brought it up to my neck—. Tomorrow, at dinner, put it on like this. No blouse underneath. So you and the necklace can be seen at the same time.

I laughed, nervous, and tried it on over my uniform. One strand sat right at my throat; the other, at the line of my breasts. He was looking at me in a way that left no room for doubt. This is going to end badly, or very well, I thought, and I felt my nipples tightening under the fabric without him having touched me at all.

That same week I understood the rest. My husband, Rodrigo, travels almost the whole year for work, and for a long time there’s been a silent agreement between us: whatever happens when we’re apart stays where it happens. What I didn’t know was that Rodrigo had sent Joren a message, and Joren had passed it on to Bayron, about how he liked me to be treated when he wasn’t there: fucked hard, my mouth and cunt filled, brought back to the office with my legs shaking. Finding out about that, far from upsetting me, lit me up inside and left my panties soaked for the rest of the day.

***

The official dinner was at a restaurant with white tablecloths. Eduardo, the director, asked me to find a stylish, discreet friend outside the company to join the table. I called Carolina, who agreed laughing her ass off, asking if she was going “as an escort.” Something like that, I told her. I bought myself a sand-colored dress, cut low enough to go below my breasts, perfect for making the necklaces shine against the skin and for showing a hell of a lot more than was prudent.

They seated me between Eduardo and Bayron. I wore only one strand of the necklace; I lent him the other, and he wore it over a light sweater. All through dinner I felt his knee searching for mine under the table, his gaze dropping to my neckline every time I laughed. At some point, between the main course and dessert, his hand slipped under the tablecloth and hiked my dress up to my thigh. Two thick fingers pulled aside the edge of my panties and stroked my cunt slowly, seeking out the clit with insulting calm. I held my breath, biting the rim of my glass while I answered Eduardo about some contract or other. When he took his glistening fingers out and brought them to his mouth without taking his eyes off me, I had to clamp my legs shut so I wouldn’t moan at the table. Carolina, across from us, had the director eating out of her hand.

When it was over, I offered to drive Bayron back to the hotel. As soon as I started the car, he took the necklace from his pocket and put it on me again.

—It looks so good on you —he murmured, and with one tug he pulled the dress straps down off my shoulders.

I drove down the avenue with my tits bare, exposed to the headlights of passing cars, and instead of covering myself I opened my legs a little wider under the skirt. I expected him to spring on me, but he held back. He only rested his hot hand on my thigh and kept sliding it up until his fingers sank again into my soaked cunt, this time with no panties between because I’d stuffed them in the pocket of my jacket like a trophy.

—Did you enjoy the dinner? —I asked, my voice broken, while he fucked me with two fingers to the rhythm of the traffic lights.

—Very much. Two beautiful women at the same table. The prettiest beside me, and with the hottest cunt I’ve touched in years.

I braked at a red light and looked at him. He held my gaze for long seconds without stopping the movement of his fingers inside me. I stroked his cheek and then, yes, he took me by the shoulders and kissed me, first slowly, then with a force that left me breathless. He licked my lips, my tongue, bit my neck while he pinched one nipple between thumb and forefinger until I moaned.

—Tell me what Joren asked you to do with me —I said against his mouth.

—To fuck you the way you like it and the way your husband likes it. To leave you unable to walk. It’s an errand, and I do errands. —And he kissed me again, now lowering his mouth to the center of my chest, between my two tits, to suck one nipple until it was hard and red, while his hand stayed buried between my legs.

We didn’t need any more words. I parked near the hotel and went up with him, my panties still in his pocket and my legs clenched shut so I wouldn’t leave a wet trail in the hallway. I told him I needed to use the bathroom and, when I came out, he’d already taken off his jacket and was waiting for me seated on the edge of the bed, shirt open and his bulge pressing against his pants. I’d lowered the waist of my dress as far as possible; my navel and tits were bare, only adorned by the wooden beads.

***

He undressed me slowly, leaving me only with the dress rolled up at my waist and nothing else. His huge hands ran over my belly, my thighs, and he spread my legs with both palms before kneeling on the carpet. He drove his tongue between the lips of my cunt in one long lick, from bottom to top, and I grabbed his head so I wouldn’t fall. He licked me slowly, tracing circles with the tip of his tongue over the clit, then shoved it deep inside to fuck my mouth with it. I laughed from sheer tension while he spoke to me in a language I didn’t understand, his chin shining with my juices.

—You’re soaking —he said in Spanish, laughing—. It’s running down your thighs.

He slid two fingers in, then three, while he kept sucking me, and I started moving my hips against his face without shame. When he felt I was close, he pulled away sharply.

—Not yet. I want to feel it with my cock inside.

He turned me around, put me on all fours on the bed and positioned himself behind me. He yanked down his pants and briefs in one pull and ran his cock between my ass cheeks, thick, hard, throbbing. He slid it between my legs, rubbing it over my open cunt without entering yet, soaking the head with my fluids. For a moment I thought he was going to take me from behind and I tensed a little, but he entered from the front, firm, plunging all the way in at once and tearing a cry out of me.

It wasn’t long, but it was so thick I could feel how it stretched me with every thrust. He puffed like a bull and I got off on that sound, on the wet noise of our flesh crashing together, on the slap of his thighs against my ass. He grabbed my hair, forced me to arch my back and rammed it home, over and over, faster and faster, until the bed started to creak.

—Like this, tell me how you want it —he demanded, giving my ass a smack that made me shudder.

—Harder, don’t stop, put all that cock in me, don’t stop…

We shifted until I was riding him, going up and down carefully so I wouldn’t let him finish too soon. I braced my hands on his chest for support and started moving in circles, feeling his cock hit places inside me Rodrigo almost never reached. He sucked my tits, bit my nipples, squeezed my ass with both hands, prying my cheeks apart. When he started trembling and panting harder, I stopped him, stayed still with him buried to the hilt, and squeezed his cock with my muscles until he groaned in frustration.

—Don’t come yet —I whispered in his ear—. Hold on.

I let him breathe and started again, this time slower, almost pulling him all the way out before dropping down hard. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he lay me on my back, spread my legs until they almost tore, braced himself on his arms and drove into me with a brutal series of thrusts that shook my whole body. I felt everything gathering in my belly and exploded with a long moan, clawing at his back, coming on his cock while he kept pumping without stopping.

—Now, yes, inside, come inside —I begged him, breathless.

He finished with a hoarse growl and a few last thrusts that shook me all over, emptying himself very deep inside me in spasms that made his ass tremble. I felt every hot jet sticking to the depths of me. We rolled onto our backs, both of us out of breath, with his semen running down my thighs onto the sheet, and even so he came over me again to kiss my whole body, repeating how beautiful I was.

We rested a while and started again. He spread my legs once more and cleaned my cunt with his tongue, licking the last drop of his own cum mixed with my juices, without the slightest disgust, watching me as he did it. He sucked my clit with devastating patience, alternating broad, soft licks with hard sucks that made my hips lift off the bed, until he gave me another orgasm, slow and long, that left me crying with pleasure. Then I knelt between his legs and returned the favor: I took his cock in my mouth still soft, sucked it until it was hard again, shoved it to the back of my throat, choking on it a little, played with the frenulum with my tongue. I licked his balls, took them into my mouth one by one, while I jerked him off slowly, and when I saw he was close I let him come across my face, mouth open, swallowing what landed inside and smearing the rest over my tits with the tip of his cock.

Getting out of the hotel at that hour, in a party dress and with my hair undone, my cunt still dripping and the taste of semen in my mouth, was quite a feat. The parking attendant brought my car around with a conspiratorial smile I preferred to ignore. I got home sore and happy, knowing that had only been the first night.

***

The next day Eduardo, who isn’t stupid by any stretch, joined in on the plan to take the guests out for Mexican food. “Were you planning to go alone with the three of them?” he asked me. Then I called Renata, my coworker, and Lucía, a friend who has a restaurant and already knew Teo from the time of Joren’s visit. Lucía accepted the outing delightedly, though she warned me she wasn’t protected; I explained how to get a diaphragm and she laughed, saying she’d never heard that word before.

The restaurant was informal and cheerful. They served us margaritas without our asking and we went back for more again and again. The mood loosened quickly: we went out dancing, the couples formed on their own. Lucía hung from Teo’s neck and shoved her tongue down his throat on the dance floor, rubbing against the bulge in his pants without the slightest pretense; Renata monopolized Eduardo and took care of him all night, her hand brazenly planted over his fly; Léo, shy, ended up pressed against me, trembling hands on my waist and a rock-hard erection pressing against my belly every time he turned. Eduardo and Renata were the first to slip away, clearly desperate, and I was happy for them.

At noon the next day we met for breakfast, still heavy in the body. Renata arrived looking triumphant.

—I asked him to ride me from the very start —she said, lowering her voice—. Having the boss on top, under my orders… The whip was the only thing missing. I rode his cock and forbade him to move. I squeezed his cock until he was whining, and every time he was about to come I stopped him, stayed still on top with his cock buried to the hilt, and looked him in the eyes until it passed. In the end he wound up begging me to let him come. When I let him, he filled me completely and asked me, in this little-boy voice, to clean his cock with my mouth.

—I got Léo —I said—. Sweet, affectionate, like Joren all over again. He put it in me slowly, looking at my face, holding back so I’d finish first. He made me come twice with his tongue before he dared fuck me, and when he finally came inside, he almost apologized. He’s got a long, thin cock; it feels different, deeper. I spent half the night riding him, moving slowly, letting him suck my tits while I came again.

Lucía wrapped her arms around Teo and kissed him in front of everyone. When it was Teo’s turn to speak, he only said that after a kiss like that he had nothing left to add. Lucía laughed and filled in for him:

—Let’s say he woke me up at five in the morning with his head between my legs. And that I had to beg him to stop licking me because I had no strength left.

***

That same afternoon Bayron asked Renata and me to meet him at the hotel bar. We thought it would be something work-related, but no. He bought us drinks with a strange solemnity and started asking us about our relationship with Eduardo. We explained that we weren’t anyone’s jealous lovers, that among several of us we formed a kind of conspiratorial team, and that the only rule was absolute discretion.

—I’ve been a widower for six years —he confessed, suddenly serious—. Since then I’ve had few women. Tomorrow I leave and it feels like there wasn’t enough time for anything.

—There’s always time —I told him, laying my hand over his and sliding it brazenly down to his crotch, where the hard bulge was already showing against the fabric—. Let us say goodbye to you the way you deserve. Even if there are only two of us, you’ll remember us.

Renata smiled and whispered something in his ear that made him blush. Later she’d tell us she’d promised to suck him until he saw stars. Before going upstairs I called Lucía, who left the restaurant in her manager’s hands and arrived at the bar in twenty minutes. Bayron saw the three of us appear and, half flattered and half wary, asked whether he really could handle us all.

—Leave that to us —Lucía said—. You just hold on.

***

We went up to his room and undressed him amid laughter and hands everywhere. Renata climbed onto his chest so he could kiss her tits while Lucía and I took care of the rest. I opened his pants, took out his already semi-hard cock and took it into my mouth all at once, sucking it slowly until I felt it growing against my tongue. Lucía knelt beside me and took it from me halfway through a lick, kept going for a while, and handed it back covered in saliva. We took turns, sucking him between the two of us, while Renata rode his face, sitting on him and rubbing her pussy against his mouth until she came on his tongue with a long moan.

We laid him face down, gave him a long massage along the back, spread his ass cheeks and stroked every inch slowly, until he prickled all over. Lucía dared to lick his ass while I jerked him off from underneath, and he let out a groan that was almost a shout. He was discovering things he, according to what he told us later, had never tried before.

We turned him over. Lucía took his cock all the way into her mouth, switching hands every so often, fighting to fit it down her throat without quite managing it, spitting saliva over the head so it would slide easier; Renata bit his neck and pinched his nipples; I kissed his mouth to silence his moans and ran my tongue inside. When I asked him what he wanted most, he thought for a second and told the truth.

—To see the three of you together. And be able to go from one to the next without stopping.

We looked at one another and laughed. We lined up, all three of us bent over at the edge of the bed, pressed side by side, offering ourselves in a row, our asses in the air and our cunts already shiny from all the touching we’d done to one another while we’d been sucking him. He got behind us and started with Lucía; he grabbed her hips and slammed his cock in with one thrust, making her yelp, and fucked her hard for several minutes, his balls hitting against her clit. Then he pulled out, dripping, and moved on to Renata; he shoved it in without warning, to the hilt, and Renata moaned, begging for more, pushing her ass back so he’d penetrate even deeper. He finished in me, sinking into my cunt still sensitive from the night before, fucking me with the same fury as the others, grabbing my hair to lift my head. And then he started again. He changed from one to another every few thrusts, giving us no break, while we kissed one another, sucked on the tits nearest us, stuck our fingers into the cunt of the woman next to us to feel it better.

—It’s going to fall off —Lucía said, laughing, her face buried in the pillow while he drove into her.

We even took turns grabbing it between thrusts, pulling it out, sucking it for an instant to taste the mixed flavor of the three of us, and sticking it back into the next cunt. The air smelled of pure sex, of sweat, of soaked woman. Every so often we stopped him by squeezing the base of his cock with our hands, forcing him to wait, taunting him, laughing at his groans.

—Please, now —he begged at last, his voice breaking—. I can’t take it anymore.

In the end there was no way to stop him. Lucía knelt on the floor, opened her mouth and he pulled out just in time to slide the tip between her lips and empty himself into her mouth with long spasms. She took it all and held it there, cheeks puffed out. Renata leaned in and kissed her, stealing a little of that warm load, passing the semen from one mouth to another; I did the same afterward, kneeling too, licking Renata’s tongue to get my share, swallowing what was mine and then licking Bayron’s cock so not a single drop would be left. So the three of us shared even the last shudder of that night. Bayron lay stretched out on the bed, smiling at the ceiling, his cock still leaking and his chest rising and falling, repeating that he would never forget the three women who had sent him off like that.

Before we left, we still stayed a while playing with one another on top of him, letting ourselves be touched, kissing with open mouths while we massaged his spent cock between our hands, until we coaxed out one last shy erection that Renata rode slowly to wring a second climax from him, shorter, deeper, almost painful because he was already so emptied out.

***

They left on Sunday. Lucía and I went to the airport to see them off, both of us looking like we hadn’t slept. Bayron took my hand for a moment before the security checkpoint and said nothing; he didn’t need to. I knew that, just like Joren, he was taking away a memory that wouldn’t fade and that, maybe, would bring him back someday.

On Monday morning Eduardo called me to the hotel where he was staying, under the pretext of some papers for the office. We had breakfast calmly and, while I told him in full detail about the last night —about the three of us bent over at the edge of the bed, about how Bayron moved from one cunt to the next, about the shared semen passed mouth to mouth, exaggerating just enough for him to die of envy over having missed it—, his eyes were shining in a different way and he kept adjusting the bulge growing in his pants. He asked me to accompany him to his room to get the damn package, shut the door behind us and hugged me.

—I adore you. Every time I see you, you inspire me —he said, and kissed me as if he’d been waiting for months, sliding his tongue deep into my mouth and squeezing my ass with both hands.

I was pressed for time, but I let him loosen my belt and lower my pants enough. I knelt for a second, opened his fly and took out his already rock-hard cock, shoved it into my mouth to the throat to get it nice and wet, sucking eagerly so it wouldn’t last long. He yanked me up by the hair right away, turned me against the edge of the bed, hiked up my skirt and ripped my panties aside until they tore. He drove into me from behind in one thrust, all the way in, and grabbed my hips to fuck me hard, urgently, the two of us laughing at the rush between muffled moans. Each thrust shoved me against the mattress, my breasts flattened against the bedspread, and I pushed my ass back to take him all the way. He didn’t last long: in four minutes he filled me inside with a muffled groan against my neck, biting my shoulder so he wouldn’t shout. He stayed inside for a while, throbbing, before pulling out slowly. He helped me get dressed in a hurry, buckling my blouse himself, his hands still trembling, while I felt his cum beginning to trickle down the inside of my thigh.

I made it to the office only a little late, but happy, my cunt burning and my torn panties in my bag. Renata glanced at me and burst out laughing.

—You’re practically skipping with joy today. Who fed you breakfast?

I didn’t answer. I just smiled and kept the whole secret to myself, as always. That afternoon, while I pretended to review papers, I felt a thick stream sliding between my legs and had to rush to the bathroom, stifling my laughter. I pulled down my panties, now already pretty stained, wiped Eduardo’s warm semen mixed with mine with toilet paper, and sat there for a moment on the toilet thinking about the four different cocks that had gone through my body in less than a week. Some memories, I thought as I washed my hands in front of the mirror, stay with a woman much longer than they should.