The Orgy My Friends Hid from Me for Years

Eight years had passed since she divorced. Eight years since the last time a man had touched her. Eight years cut off from anything to do with desire, and all of it, Inés now thought, because of sheer stupidity.

For following convention. For listening to her friends. For listening to a bunch of women who, behind their backs, did exactly the opposite of what they preached. For not listening to the only person who had truly loved her: Daniel, her ex.

It was mid-afternoon, late spring, and she was alone in her house. Forty-five years old, an age she experienced like a sentence. She felt ugly, unattractive, deceived by everyone. For weeks she had been unable to get the life-changing shocks that had been spat at her all at once out of her head, and no matter how many days went by, she couldn’t get over them.

The curious thing was that Daniel, the man she had separated from, was still her most faithful confidant. It had been perfectly clear when it came time to end the marriage, and even so he had never closed the door on her. He had rebuilt his life, had a beautiful partner and a newborn son, and despite everything he remained her refuge whenever she couldn’t stop crying.

Forty-five years that had been enough for a lot. Especially for describing a woman who had spent the last three decades studying and working as if the world were going to end tomorrow. She met Daniel at the Faculty of Mathematics in Seville, her hometown, and they married soon after finishing their degree. But for her, being the best at everything she touched always came first, and when she finally realized it, she had lost the only thing that truly mattered to her.

They had no children. Inés kept putting everything off: when she wasn’t training, she was buried in work. And so the years went by until one day Daniel hit bottom, sick and tired of being married to a woman whose marriage was only to her schedule.

***

The end came during a vacation in the Maldives. They had spent a few days diving, and after an amazing day among the reefs, Daniel returned to the hotel burning with having watched her go underwater. Inés was the only woman in the group, eight men counting the instructor, and they all went on edge when they came out of the water with their wetsuits clinging to their bodies. Her small but firm breasts, her ass, the way she moved without noticing anything.

They got to the room exhausted. They showered, ordered something for dinner, and Daniel wasted no time: he wanted to be the one to collect the prize everyone had wanted all day. He picked her up, carried her to the bed, and stripped her completely before lying down on top of her. He started by kissing her mouth, biting her lower lip, then slowly made his way down her neck until he sucked her nipples one by one, tugging them with his teeth until they stood hard as rocks. He ran his tongue over her navel, shoved her legs apart with a push, and buried his face between her thighs. Inés had always gone crazy for being eaten out, and he knew it: he parted the lips of her cunt with his fingers, found her clit with the tip of his tongue and started licking it in circles, sucking it, nibbling it, while he slid two fingers inside her and curved them until she arched. Within minutes she was already writhing against his mouth, clutching his hair, coming with a long gasp that the pillow swallowed. Inés had always loved caresses; more than once she had come just from his hands tracing her slowly.

Daniel sat up with his beard shining with her juices and put his cock in her mouth. She sucked him down completely, pressing her tongue against the head, taking him all the way to the back of her throat, while he held her head and fucked her mouth unhurriedly. Then he turned her onto her back, lifted her ass, and rammed his cock into her with a hard thrust. Inés let out a muffled moan; she had been hot for days and she could feel him all through her, thick, pushing inside. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, knocking his balls against her cunt, and she let herself be taken face down, biting the sheet, her tits dragging against the cotton with every thrust.

But the phone rang. Once. And again. And both times she got up to answer it, leaving him stranded on the bed with his cock in the air, soaked and dripping, wearing an expression of disbelief.

—Baby, the one who pays for all these pleasures never sleeps —she shot back, in the middle of her panting, apologizing to whoever was calling.

Daniel tried until the end. He sat her on the edge of the bed, put his cock in her mouth again and asked her to at least finish him off like that. Inés sucked him, licked his balls, took him out and put him back in until she was choking, with the phone vibrating on the nightstand. He wanted to finish at least in her mouth, and when he finally came, he shot in jets between her lips and over her tits, a thick, hot load that slid down her cleavage. Inés sat up abruptly, still with his come hanging from her nipple, to turn on the laptop because the Asian markets were about to open.

—Jesus, this wasn’t the moment —she snapped at him—. Do you know how much money I can lose if they ask me for a video call and I don’t show up?

Daniel dressed in silence, shaking his head, and went off for a walk on the beach. When he returned, he asked her for a divorce.

***

Over time, Daniel calmed down and they ended up becoming great friends. In fact, he got tired of telling her to stay away from her friends, that he had a bad feeling about them, that they weren’t clean. But she was blinded by them, trapped in the friendship they offered her as if it were a lifeline.

Inés worked at a fund management company. She was her boss Ricardo’s golden goose, a sixty-something with more of a finance shark than a paternal businessman’s look. He respected her to the utmost; not even when she got divorced did he go over to comfort her, like he did with so many others who came through his office hungry to climb and willing to swallow whatever was necessary.

At forty-five she still had a body to envy. A natural redhead, dyed blonde for years, with freckles that ran all the way down to her cleavage. In the height of her self-disgust she had removed the dye and gone back to her natural color. Five-foot-seven, 121 pounds, a silhouette left intact by never having had children. If she repeated a trip like the one to the Maldives, she would leave everyone who dived with her speechless again, even though nearly nine years had passed.

Ricardo was thinking about retiring, but he wasn’t entirely convinced about Inés. Too prudish, he had told his wife, Helena, who had always seen her as a little nun. What Inés didn’t know was that Helena had been one of London’s best escorts before meeting Ricardo, and that now, retired, she organized the most exclusive encounters for City clients from the shadows. The fund manager was much more than she appeared to be, and Helena knew it better than anyone.

***

Everything turned upside down a few weeks ago. It was like an open-handed slap, without seeing it coming, when her friends Carla and Patricia showed up at her house unannounced.

The two arrived a wreck, with red eyes and smeared makeup. For Inés, these women were everything: her support, the ones who had guided her along the straight path for eight years so she wouldn’t stray toward any kind of damnation. The only people she spent her scarce free time with.

Carla was crying inconsolably while Patricia held her by the shoulders. She had just broken up with a man she’d been seeing for a few weeks, a guy named Hugo, deputy manager at a city bank whom Inés had known from university. Cultured, polite, exactly what she thought her friend needed.

—What an asshole —Patricia spat, and Inés’s blood froze, because she had never heard her insult anyone—. After everything you did for him and his friends. Those prudes would love another night like the one we gave them.

Inés went rigid. “Night? Prudes? We gave them?” Nothing made sense.

—But... did they do anything to you? Should we call the police? —she stammered.

—Jesus, Inés, wake up —Patricia shouted, beside herself—. What police, what are you talking about? They invited us to one of their places for dinner before the bachelor party. The girls they’d hired for the show got fed up haggling and didn’t show. They asked us to stay, and one thing led to another. The worst part is that that idiot you introduced to Carla ditched her after the whole party we threw at his flat, and she was totally into him.

—But then... all that stuff about not going out partying, about not going topless on the beach, all the things you’ve preached to me for eight years...

—Your friend is devastated and you’re on about your little stories. You’re unbelievable.

They got up and slammed the door hard enough to echo through the whole housing development, the one with the chalets beside the golf course where Inés lived on the outskirts of the city she adored so much.

***

She stood there for a long time not knowing what to do. She wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt; maybe the upset had made them talk like that. The first thing she did was call Hugo to reproach him for what he had done with her friends.

—Abuse? What did they tell you? —he shouted on the other end.

—Not exactly that, but leaving my friend hanging after taking advantage of her isn’t right, Hugo.

—Taking advantage? Inés, please. They were the ones who turned up at my house. There were seven of us, a quiet dinner and then a few drinks, nothing more. But they had another plan. I don’t know how they did it, but they managed to take care of the catering and, when we finished dinner, they went at it full throttle. A few laughs, a few caresses, and in the end the seven of us were hotter than soup. Carla barely took her clothes off. She ended up in her panties on top of the table, stuck three fingers inside herself in front of everyone and pulled them out dripping so we’d take turns licking them. She went over all of us, one by one, pulling our cocks out of our pants and sucking them right there, with her tongue hanging out and her tits bare. Then she lay down on her back among the plates and we took turns enjoying her: one would fuck her while another shoved his cock into her mouth to the hilt. She came three times, screaming like a bitch. Marcos got her on all fours and shoved it up her ass, and she was begging for it, begging to be torn open, for all three holes to be filled. We finished by emptying ourselves over her tits and her face, and Patricia came behind with a glass, collecting whatever fell. All among adults, all consensual. In fact, my friend, the one who was getting married, didn’t trust them and left the security cameras in the house recording.

—And Patricia didn’t say anything?

—Patricia? She’s worse. She didn’t care that Carla was getting fucked every which way, but not a drop on her, no way. That was what the daily-Mass one was for. She spent the whole night kneeling between our legs, sucking our cocks two at a time, spitting saliva over the balls, making sure every load fell where she said. You can’t imagine how she controlled everything, how she made sure nothing went to waste. She swallowed come like it was holy water. A real professional.

—And why did you ditch Carla, if you all had such a good time?

—I didn’t ditch anyone. It was Marcos, the only married guy in the group, who wanted nothing more to do with them afterward. They just wanted a night of fun and they knew we had the bachelor party organized. It’s not the first time they’ve done this, Inés. They’ve got a reputation. You really didn’t know? I’m serious: stay away from them. I have to go, I’m in a meeting.

Inés hung up and stood staring at herself in the bedroom mirror as the tears began to rise, first slowly, then uncontrollably, like a summer storm. She ended up running to the bathroom to vomit, she didn’t know how many times, and spent two days crying in bed.

Her mind couldn’t process everything she had missed because of them. The result was devastating.

***

For weeks she wandered around like a ghost. She even considered asking for leave, but both Daniel and Helena told her not on her life, that what she needed to do was start living at last.

One afternoon, while walking through the center, she went into a subtitled screening room where they were showing an auteur film. She didn’t care what it was; she just wanted to forget the world. There were three people in the cinema: one man, another woman, and her, all three in the back row, with plenty of space between each one.

It wasn’t an erotic film, but it might as well have been. Suddenly, the man unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Inés caught it out of the corner of her eye and stopped breathing. It was hard, thick, shining under the bluish light of the screen, and he began to masturbate it slowly, sliding his foreskin up and down with his right hand while with his left he fondled his balls. When Inés fully realized what was happening, she froze. She felt the color rise to her face and looked around, mortified. The guy looked to be about thirty, not bad looking body-wise or in any other way, but of course, it had been more than eight years since she’d had a cock that close. Her panties dampened without her meaning to, and she felt her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra.

Seeing that Inés didn’t move, the other woman got up and approached him without the slightest shame. She took his shaft softly, weighing it in her palm like someone inspecting a piece of merchandise, and started moving it slowly, setting a rhythm that kept building. She spit on it to lube it and sped up her wrist, torturing him, pressing the head with her thumb until he writhed in the seat with a growl. After tormenting him for a few minutes, she crouched between his knees and took the whole thing into her mouth. She sucked him hungrily, noisily, sucking the tip first and then sliding down to the base, letting his cock open her throat. She drew out a mouthful of saliva and swallowed him again, spat over his balls and licked them one by one, and he writhed in the seat holding her by the nape, pushing her head down so she’d choke on his cock. Inés didn’t know how to react; everything she had imposed on herself was still too recent, and yet, without realizing it, she had been clenching her thighs, rubbing them together, feeling her cunt throbbing under her skirt.

The woman was probably around sixty, but in tight jeans she looked much younger. The young man grabbed her by the hair, whispered something in her ear, and she rose, bracing herself on the back of the seats in front, sticking her ass out. He yanked her pants and panties down to her knees, exposing a white, perky ass, and wetted his fingers with his tongue before sliding them into her from behind. He opened her cunt with two fingers, played with it for a while, then stood and drove his cock in with a hard thrust all the way to the hilt. The woman let out a hoarse moan that slipped into the film’s dialogue. He started fucking her hard, grabbing her hips, slamming his balls against her thighs, with a rhythm far more brutal than what he was getting. Each thrust made the back of the seat creak. She turned to look at him, mouth open, and whispered for him to go deeper, not to stop, to split her open. He smacked her ass, pulled out, turned her around and shoved it back in from the front, lifting her onto his lap, fucking her speared through while he tore off her blouse and sucked her breasts, sagging but still appetizing.

Inés, two seats away, could no longer look away. Without realizing it, she had slipped a hand under her skirt and was touching herself over her soaked panties, pressing her clit with her fingertip, biting her lips so she wouldn’t moan. Eight years of dryness swirled all at once in her lower belly.

After a moment, the man turned the woman around again, put her on her knees in front of him, and pulled his shining cock out of the other cunt to finish over her face. He grabbed her head with both hands, moved her back and forth a hand’s breadth from his mouth, and unloaded in jets: a thick rain of semen that fell on her forehead, her closed eyelids, her nose, her parted lips, her tongue that she stuck out so she wouldn’t miss a single drop. He came for a long time, in bursts, and she didn’t let a single drop escape: she gathered with her fingers what slid down her cheek and took it into her mouth, sucking her fingers one by one. Then they both dressed calmly, chuckling under their breath, and walked out of the cinema passing right in front of Inés. The woman stopped for a second, looked her in the eyes, ran her tongue over the corner of her lips where a trace of come still glistened, and winked before disappearing down the aisle.

Inés went home in pieces, with her soaked panties stuck to her cunt and her hands shaking on the steering wheel.

***

Now she didn’t know how to get out of the hole. Her refusal of sex was so ingrained inside her that it would be hard to tear out. The psychologist Daniel had recommended told her to make a drastic change, starting with the physical. You had to start somewhere.

Daniel suggested dating apps, even one that organized dinners, but everything ended in failure: for her, sex was still synonymous with degradation. She even thought about paying for male company—her income more than allowed for it—but when it came down to it, her head wouldn’t let her.

The last thing Daniel mentioned was a London entertainment company. His partner had given him a few days with them and, according to him, they had changed his life during a very bad period, something he had never told Inés about.

For her birthday, Daniel handed her a card from that English company. It had nothing on it but a logo. No address, no phone number, no name. Everything wrapped in a mystery that unsettled her.

—Don’t worry —he told her, looking her straight in the eye as they ate at one of those exclusive restaurants in the center—. They’ll come to you. And I assure you that when the game is over, you’ll be someone else. Please, I don’t want to lose you.

When the game is over. Inés put the card in her purse, not knowing those words were only the beginning.