The Party Where My Partner Lent Me to His Friends

Mateo and I decided to kick off the summer with a “quiet” get-together in an apartment we rented right in the city center. It was the first time we were going to bring his closest friends together in one place, and although the official plan was to chat and have a few drinks, the two of us knew the night could end differently. We had already talked about it, already fantasized about it, and that afternoon we looked at each other with our usual complicity.

We arrived before the others to get everything ready. The moment I closed the apartment door, I felt Mateo’s hands on my waist and knew the beers were going to have to wait. He knows I can’t be left alone with him for too long. Something about his perfume, about the way he looks at me, pushes me to my knees.

—You know we’re going to be late to our own party —I said, while biting his neck.

—You know I like being late —he replied.

My outfit was planned down to the last millimeter. A short black flared skirt that barely covered what it needed to, silk stockings with a back seam, a sheer long-sleeved lace blouse, and a deep red bra that left little to the imagination. Underneath, a tiny leopard-print thong and a black ribbon at the waist that stood out against my pale skin. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I knew it was going to be a long night.

I knelt in front of Mateo as if I were praying. I pulled down his pants with one hand and took a second to admire his cock already hard, that vein running along it that always fascinates me. The tip gleamed wet, waiting for me.

I took the whole thing in with a single movement. My eyes filled with tears, saliva dripped down to my cleavage, and I used that spit to smear my face, my cheeks, my neck. I wanted to go greet his friends with his smell all over me.

—Do you want me to make you come before they get here, or save it for later? —I asked, with his cock still in my mouth.

Mateo grabbed my hair and answered with a gentle push. That was all I needed to know. I sucked him like my life depended on it, feeling him swell against my palate, until he finished in my mouth with a muffled growl. I swallowed almost all of it. I wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers, licked them in front of him, and touched up my lipstick as if nothing had happened.

***

The doorbell rang twenty minutes later. Mateo looked me up and down without even trying to hide it.

—Ready?

I nodded and opened the door. Diego and Bruno came in grinning from ear to ear, carrying bottles and bags of snacks. I greeted them with a long kiss on the cheek, hugging them a little longer than necessary, feeling their hands brush my waist. I’m passing them the taste of their friend and they have no idea.

The first conversations were normal. Laughter, old stories, the sound of bottles being popped open. But the looks were not normal. They traveled over my blouse, my legs, the hem of my skirt. I noticed. Mateo noticed. Nobody said anything.

—Want another? —I asked, standing up with exaggerated calm and using Diego’s shoulder to push myself up.

I walked toward the kitchen knowing I had three pairs of eyes fixed on my back. The skirt moved with the exact rhythm of my steps. I bent down in front of the fridge more slowly than necessary, feeling the fabric ride up and reveal the start of my ass above the edge of the stockings. I stayed like that for a couple of seconds, breathing.

When I came back, Mateo was smiling at me with a mix of pride and desire. Diego and Bruno were trying to look elsewhere and failing. I handed them the beers one by one, making sure the touch wasn’t accidental.

***

—I have a proposal —I said, sitting on the armrest of the sofa, right next to Mateo—. Tonight you can have some privileges that normally only he gets. But I make the rules. Deal?

Diego choked on his beer. Bruno stared at the ceiling as if the answer were written there. They both nodded.

I crossed my legs with calculated slowness, let the skirt ride up a few more centimeters, and went back to the bar for another round. This time, as I passed between the coffee table and the sofa, my ass brushed Diego’s face first and then Bruno’s. I didn’t apologize. I kept walking.

I came back with three bottles. Before handing them over, I licked the foam from the base to the top, slowly, looking them in the eye. I took a slow sip from each one. Let them remember this image forever.

—Dance with me? —I said to Mateo, putting on our song.

He grabbed me hard, spun me around, lifted my skirt with every movement. Diego and Bruno didn’t blink. When the song ended, instead of pulling my skirt down, I hiked it all the way up and looked at them.

—I know you’re dying to. Better look carefully.

—We like it —Bruno said, his voice hoarse—. But we want more. We want to touch.

—Earn it. Convince me.

***

We went back to talking, but nobody was serious anymore. The looks were shameless, the erections outlined their pants, the apartment air had gone thick. I noticed everything and got wetter with every second. In their heads, no other woman in the world exists. Only me.

—These stockings are bothering me —I said after a while—. Do you mind if I take them off?

I stood with my back to them and started pulling them down at an unbearable pace. When they reached my calves, my ass was right there in front of their eyes, split only by the thong string. I slid them down to my ankles and stayed like that for a moment, bent over, offering them the full picture.

—What a relief —I said as I straightened up.

Mateo let out a little laugh and looked at his friends.

—If she gets comfortable, you do too. Right?

—Yes —they said in unison, like two boys discovering a gift.

—Then I’ll keep going —I said.

I pulled my skirt down with my back to them, took off my blouse from the front, and stayed in my thong, bra, and heels. I’ve got an athletic build, big tits that no bra ever fully manages to hide, and an ass that turns heads anywhere. When I turned around, the three of them were speechless.

—What? Am I the only one who gets to be comfortable?

Within seconds, all three were down to their boxer briefs.

***

I walked behind the sofa, running my fingers over their napes, shoulders, chests. I made them shiver with the slightest touches. Then I went to the kitchen for more beers, knowing each of my steps was being watched. When I came back, Mateo grabbed me by the waist and set me between his legs, in front of his friends.

—Do you like it? —he asked them, spreading my ass with both hands—. Without the stockings it looks much better.

—Yes —they answered.

—Want to touch?

—Yes.

—Wait. —Mateo looked at me—. Babe, are you okay with that?

—They’re your friends —I said, holding his gaze over my shoulder—. But be gentle. If you go too far, it’s over.

The six hands fell on my body at the same time. Mateo was kissing my mouth while Diego and Bruno kneaded my ass, my hips, my waist. I felt tongues too, tracing my lower back, barely biting, licking as if I were the richest dessert they’d ever tasted. I pressed myself against Mateo so I wouldn’t fall.

When I couldn’t take any more, I stopped them.

—Enough. Back to your places.

Diego and Bruno sat down like two boys who had just broken something in silence. I was breathing hard, my hard nipples pressing against the bra, feeling Mateo hard against my thigh.

***

I went back to the sofa, but this time I sat between Mateo and Diego. The couch was for three and there were four of us. Every movement created a new brush of skin. I lowered my hand onto the legs of the two beside me, let my fingers fall over the bulges in their boxer briefs, squeezed them lightly.

—What about me? —Bruno protested from the far end—. I’m too far away.

I leaned over Mateo, my tits brushing Diego’s chest, until I reached Bruno’s cock with my hand. When I tried to pull back, Mateo and Diego wouldn’t let me. They grabbed my legs and arranged me face down over all three of them: my tits over Bruno’s cock, my cunt over Mateo’s, my legs over Diego’s.

—Didn’t see that one coming —I laughed—. But since I’m here, massage me. Gentle. Just caresses.

The six hands went back over me. I squeezed their cocks through their boxers, feeling them harden more with every touch. A moan slipped out of me. Mateo, who knows how to read me, asked in my ear if he could touch me.

—Yes, baby —I murmured—. But only you.

He pulled my thong aside and his fingers slid in without effort. I was soaked. I came twice almost without realizing it, biting Bruno’s shoulder so I wouldn’t scream, my hands grabbing onto whatever I could.

***

When I got up, the six hands helped me and took advantage of it. I laughed.

—Don’t think I don’t feel those extra squeezes.

Mateo showed me his shining fingers. I leaned down and sucked them one by one before kissing him on the mouth.

Right then my phone rang. It was Lucía.

—She’ll be here in ten minutes.

—Well, guys, we need to get ourselves together so the new girl doesn’t see the mess we made.

—First —Diego said—, you didn’t show us your tits.

I pulled my bra down and squeezed them in front of them, both hands full, my hard nipples pointing at them. The three of them grabbed their cocks over their already wet boxers.

—Take them out. I want to see too.

Three cocks out. Me squeezing my tits, them jerking off while watching me. I knelt down.

—I’m not going to suck them, don’t get your hopes up. I just want you to keep this image in your head.

I started taking turns with my hands over the three of them, spitting into my palms so it would feel better. My arousal got the better of me. Without thinking, I shoved Mateo’s cock all the way into my mouth in one go, while still working the other two with my hands. My hair was getting in the way.

—Hold my hair —I said, with his cock in my mouth—. I’m not letting go of yours.

The two of them held my hair carefully while I sucked their friend’s cock. They pushed me until I choked, until tears ran through my eyeliner.

—Please —Bruno begged—, give me a blowjob too.

I let go of Mateo’s cock and looked up at them from below, my glasses crooked and the three cocks in my hands.

—That’s not happening. My rules. Take a mental picture and remember it.

And I laughed like a madwoman, posing with Mateo’s cock resting on my lower lip, the other two firm in each hand. Let them take it to bed with them tonight. Let them dream about this.

***

I got dressed again. The thong was useless now: it was soaked through. I took it off in front of them, shamelessly, spread my ass for a moment so they could see right into my soul, and made a little ponytail with the used thong instead of a clip.

—Bruno, go to my bag. Bring me another thong, the one you like best.

He came back almost running. He chose a black lace one. I put it on in front of all three of them, lifted my skirt to show them how it slid between my ass cheeks and how it outlined the front.

—Did Bruno choose well?

Diego and Mateo nodded without words.

The doorbell rang. I hurried to put my stockings back on. It was Lucía, alone: her friend had canceled at the last minute. She came in apologizing, saying she was not missing this party for anything in the world, that Mateo had told her a lot about me.

I smiled at her, kissed her on the cheek, and looked at Mateo over my shoulder.

To be continued.