The Prude Who Went Wild at the Threesome Club

Valeria’s proposal came at the airport, with the bags still uncheckered and four days ahead of them. A long weekend in Seville, two couples who had been friends forever, and there she was with that smile of someone who has already decided something before asking.

—A swap club. All four of us, one night.

Roberto nearly spat out his coffee. Natalia, beside him, pulled the same face she made when someone suggested she get up early on a Sunday.

—Absolutely not —she said.

—I’m serious —Valeria replied.

—I know you are. That’s why I’m saying absolutely not.

Natalia was the most orderly one in the group in every sense. Straight black hair to her shoulders, freckles on her nose, an inner life nobody ever quite got to know in full. She and Roberto had been together two years, and he loved her with the patience of someone who trusts things will get better on their own. The problem was that things weren’t getting better. For months they’d been fucking twice a week in the same position, with the lights off, and Natalia came sometimes yes, sometimes no, always in silence, as if moaning were bad manners.

Marcos, Valeria’s husband, drove the taxi that took them to the hotel and said nothing. He knew his wife well. When Valeria made that face, it was best to brace yourself.

The apartment had two bedrooms separated by a thin wall and a shared living room where the TV worked only sporadically. The room arrangement was settled in thirty seconds. What would come next would take a little longer.

***

First afternoon in Seville: Calle Sierpes, tapas, the October heat that refused to go away. Valeria had looked up the sex shop before they arrived. She led them there without anyone asking where they were going until they were at the door.

—Seriously? —said Natalia.

—We need clothes for tonight —Valeria said.

—I’m not going to any club tonight.

—Tonight we’ll see.

Inside, the lights were warm and the music subdued. Roberto amused himself looking at items with a seriousness totally out of keeping with the setting: double-ended dildos, black silicone anal plugs, a harness with a fake cock as thick as a doll. Marcos found a costume section and put on a leather mask nobody had asked him to put on. Valeria already had what she wanted: a black dress with cutouts at the sides, small and very deliberate, and a lace thong so tiny it barely covered her cunt.

Natalia stood staring at a rack for a while. She picked out three dresses with little conviction and went into the fitting room. She came out wearing the second one: burgundy, V-neck, fitted from the shoulders to mid-thigh. She looked at herself in the side mirror with that expression of someone who doesn’t quite recognize herself and doesn’t know whether that’s bad. Underneath she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples showed hard against the fabric.

—That one —Roberto said from the other end of the shop.

—I didn’t say I was going to buy it.

—That one —he repeated, already taking out his wallet.

Natalia bought it. And something else, which she tucked into the bag before anyone could see it: a small black vibrator, the size of a lipstick, with two speeds.

***

The club was called Olympus. No sign on the door, a buzzer, a doorman asking for ID. Forty euros a couple, two drinks included. Inside smelled of incense and heating in a combination that took a while to get used to.

A girl named Celia, short hair and a calm voice, gave them the tour without drama. Bar area with music at conversation level. Dance floor with half a dozen couples moving in not much space. A hallway with numbered doors, private rooms that locked from the inside and could only be opened from the inside. A room with a circular jacuzzi and colored lights. A play area that Celia described as a “space for exploration” and that had a leather swing hanging from the ceiling.

Natalia said nothing when she saw the swing. But she looked at it for more than two seconds. She imagined herself tied there, legs open, unable to close them while someone fucked her. Her cunt was wet before she even realized it.

At the bar, Roberto looked around with the expression of someone who has just discovered life has more possibilities than he’d been told. Natalia downed half her mojito in one swallow. Valeria crossed her legs on the stool and studied the place calmly, taking inventory.

—You okay? —she asked Natalia.

—Ask me in half an hour.

The dance floor swallowed them before anyone quite decided to go. The music gradually rose. A shirtless man pressed himself against Valeria from behind while she danced, his hands on her hips, and she let him. She felt the stranger’s hard cock rubbing against her ass over the dress, and she arched her back to fit herself better. Marcos was two meters away and saw it. He did nothing. They’d been like this for years.

With Natalia it was different. Someone brushed her thigh with a hand that wasn’t Roberto’s, with too much intent to be accidental. Another, passing close by, laid his fingers for an instant on her lower back, very low, almost at the base of her ass. Natalia went rigid, looked at Roberto, and proposed the jacuzzi with an urgency that admitted no argument.

***

The water was hot and the bubbles covered everything from the chest down. The four settled in a semicircle and for a few minutes it was pleasant: the heat, the second drink, the conversation flowing on its own again.

Then the others started arriving. One by one, unhurried. Solo men who got into the jacuzzi or sat on the edge, occupying space without asking explicit permission, because there explicit permission took other forms.

There were five when Valeria closed her eyes and arched her back slightly.

Marcos noticed. He knew her too well.

—Are they touching you? —he whispered.

—Yes.

—Do you want me to stop it?

—No. One has two fingers inside me. The other is pinching my nipples.

—Where?

—My cunt, Marcos. Where else.

As simple as that. As seven years together.

Valeria felt the strangers’ hands moving beneath the bubbles, exploring calmly. One had slid her lace thong aside and was pushing his fingers in and out of her with a slow rhythm, curving them inward to hit the exact spot. Another had undone the top of her bikini and was licking one nipple while the other squeezed it between two fingers until she clenched her teeth. She shot quick looks at the men surrounding her, looks that needed no words. She made subtle signals with her fingers. They responded. One brought her hand under the water to his cock and she grabbed it without thinking, starting to masturbate him calmly, squeezing hard at the base and easing at the tip as she knew they liked.

That was when Natalia let out a small sound.

—What’s wrong? —Roberto said.

—Someone touched me.

—Was it me?

—It wasn’t you. He touched my cunt.

The men in the jacuzzi stared straight ahead with a composure too perfect to be innocent.

Valeria opened her eyes. She looked at Natalia. There was something in her expression that wasn’t exactly scandal. It was something more confusing than that, more interesting. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing through her mouth.

She got to her feet in one motion. Her black bikini hung from one strap, one breast exposed, the nipple swollen and shining under the colored lights. She held out a hand toward Natalia.

—Come with me.

And to Marcos and Roberto, without looking at them:

—You two stay here. We’ll be right back.

They wouldn’t be back soon.

***

In the changing room they dried off without speaking. Natalia was looking at herself in the mirror with that expression of someone deciding something without exactly knowing what.

—Do you want us to go back to the apartment? —Valeria asked.

Natalia took a while to answer.

—No. I’m wet, Vale. I can’t stand it.

Valeria smiled.

—So?

Natalia’s answer was to put on the burgundy dress with no panties underneath.

When they came out, one of the men from the jacuzzi was in the hallway. T-shirt still damp, waiting without really knowing for what.

Valeria stopped him with her open palm against his chest.

—Talk to the others. First hallway, second door on the right. Five minutes. Quietly.

The man nodded without saying anything.

—What just happened? —Natalia whispered as they went upstairs.

—I organized the night —Valeria said—. Five cocks for the two of us. Does that sound good?

Natalia swallowed and didn’t answer. But she squeezed Valeria’s hand harder.

***

The room had a huge bed, low lighting, and the smell of wood. Valeria gently pushed Natalia onto the bed and kissed her.

Natalia tensed. Then she didn’t.

Their mouths met with more force than either had expected. Valeria pushed her tongue in deep and Natalia sucked on it as if she had wanted to do that for years without knowing it. She felt her friend’s arms around her, awkward at first, then sure. She laid her down slowly and knelt over her, removing the dress with the same slow movements used to strip courage from something. Underneath she was completely naked. Her nipples were erect, her shaved cunt already shining with moisture.

—I’ve never done this before —Natalia said.

—I know —Valeria replied—. Shut up and open your legs.

Natalia obeyed. Valeria worked her way down her body kissing every inch, biting her nipples until Natalia moaned out loud for the first time, licking her navel, the inner side of her thighs. When she reached the cunt she was not gentle. She opened her lips with two fingers and licked her clit from bottom to top with her tongue flat, pressing hard. Natalia let out a cry that she half-stifled by covering her mouth with her hand.

—Don’t cover yourself —Valeria said, looking up—. Here we scream.

She went back down. She ate her without hurry, changing rhythm, alternating tongue and fingers. She slid two fingers in and curled them upward while sucking her clit with tight lips. Natalia started moving her hips against her face out of control, with a new desperation. She came in three minutes, pressing Valeria’s head between her thighs, screaming for the first time in her life and not caring about anything.

When Valeria lifted her face it was shining with wetness from mouth to chin. She straddled Natalia’s face and lowered her cunt until it rested on her lips.

—Now you.

The first moment was absolute stillness. Then Natalia’s mouth began to move, timidly at first, then with a growing confidence that had no logical explanation. She licked her clit with the tip of her tongue, then sucked it whole. She took her tongue as deep as she could. Valeria gripped the headboard and started rocking her hips over her friend’s face. A shiver ran through her from waist to nape. She closed her eyes.

I would never have guessed.

The five men came in one by one. They stood by the bed, watching. There was something almost restrained in their postures, an energy between impatience and respect for what they were seeing. They were unbuttoning their pants without speaking. Five cocks came out, two thick, one very long, two average. All hard.

—You can come closer now —Valeria said.

The room changed tone.

Hands arrived from several directions: on Valeria’s shoulders, on Natalia’s thighs, on the curve of their backs. The men had removed the rest of their clothes. Their cocks stood rigid against their bellies, some already leaking precum. The bed filled with bodies rearranging themselves on their own, as if they knew where they had to be.

Valeria took a cock in each hand and moved them slowly, alternating her gaze between the two men with a calm that was not indifference but exactly the opposite. One of them lowered his head to her breasts and sucked her nipples alternately, one and then the other, his teeth barely brushing them. Valeria’s other hand rested on his nape, not pressing, only guiding. She bent toward the cock in her right hand and took it into her mouth all the way to the throat in one go. The man moaned with his eyes closed. Valeria pulled the cock out glistening with saliva and replaced it with the other, sucking it with the same technique, alternating between the two as if they were candies.

Natalia watched, her body responding to the caresses coming from all sides. One man spread her legs and buried his face in her cunt while another bit her nipples. She was the one who opened her mouth first. She took one of the men by the waist and pulled him closer, starting carefully, licking the tip first, then taking it all the way in with more confidence. She choked once and kept going. Valeria watched her and something in her chest opened in pure satisfaction.

—What were you saying about not knowing? —she murmured.

Natalia didn’t answer. Her mouth was busy, the man’s cock coming in and out between her lips with strings of saliva hanging from her chin.

One of the men lay down on the bed and Natalia rode him reversed, testing him at first, guiding the man’s cock with her hand until she got it into her cunt and lowered herself slowly until it was buried all the way in. She found the rhythm right away. Her moans were short, sharp, genuinely surprised. It was the sound of someone discovering something she had been waiting for for a long time without knowing it. Another man stood in front of her and brought his cock to her mouth, and Natalia accepted it without hesitation, sucking it to the same rhythm she kept going up and down on the one inside her. Tears of effort filled her eyes and she kept going.

A third came up behind her. He caressed her ass with both hands, opening her up. Natalia felt the man’s tongue licking her asshole and shuddered all over, not knowing whether it was pleasure or shock. When the tongue was replaced by a finger slicked with saliva, she moaned with the cock still in her mouth. The finger went in slowly, then a second one. Natalia said nothing. She simply opened her legs wider.

Valeria, standing by the wall, let another man take her from behind. She braced her palms on the cold wall and arched her ass. The man pulled her thong aside with a finger and drove his cock into her in one thrust that made her hit her forehead against the wall. The rhythm was hard and direct, no detours. Exactly how she wanted it. Each thrust sounded with the wet slap of skin against skin. Valeria started pushing back, meeting him halfway, trying to get him deeper. She closed her eyes.

—Harder —she said through clenched teeth—. Harder, fuck.

The man grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled her head back while pounding her against the wall. Valeria started coming in waves, clenching her cunt around the cock inside her, moaning uncontrollably.

The man who had acted as the go-between in the hallway kept his distance. He watched without taking part, with a patience that contrasted with everything happening around him. He stroked his cock slowly, unhurried.

—Why don’t you come over here? —Valeria asked him between one thrust and the next.

—You promised me a reward.

—And what do you want?

—To come in both your mouths —he said without taking his eyes off her.

Valeria considered the answer for three seconds.

—Done.

She put her palms back on the wall. The man fucking her came with a growl and withdrew, leaving his hot semen sliding down the inner side of her thighs. Another took his place without pause. Valeria laughed with her cheek pressed to the wall. The night was long.

On the bed, Natalia had changed position. She was on all fours, with one man fucking her from behind while she sucked another one in front. The man penetrating her had moved from her cunt to her ass with a smooth motion after coating his cock with lubricant. Natalia had clenched her teeth at the first thrust into her ass, and then she had moaned in a way she had never moaned in her life, long and deep.

—Slower at first —Valeria said from the wall.

—No —Natalia answered hoarsely—. Keep going.

The man grabbed her hips and started fucking her ass with short, deep thrusts. Natalia came with a cock in her ass and another in her mouth, trembling all over, unable to hold herself up on her own.

***

Marcos and Roberto had been alone in the jacuzzi for twelve minutes when they decided enough was enough.

The changing rooms were empty. A club employee saw them wandering the hallway and looked at them with the expression of someone who knows more than he says.

—Looking for someone? —he asked.

—Two women —Marcos said—. Black hair, burgundy dress and black dress.

The man nodded. He pointed them toward the private-room hallway with his chin. The last door.

—They’re in there. But rules are rules. Only they can open from the inside.

Roberto opened his mouth to say something. Marcos grabbed his arm.

—At the end of the hallway —the employee added, almost in a whisper—, around the corner, there’s a little window. For the curious.

The two looked at each other.

The little window was small and forced them to crouch. Roberto looked for four seconds, averted his eyes, and looked again. His face went through three different states. He saw Natalia on all fours, with a cock in her ass and another in her mouth, moaning like he had never heard her moan before. He saw the expression of pleasure on her face. He saw the semen running down her cheek when the man in her mouth came. Marcos looked without speaking, his heart beating faster than normal. He saw Valeria against the wall, with two men waiting their turn, her skin shining with sweat and other things.

—I can’t believe this —Roberto said.

—Believe it —Marcos said.

Their cocks were hard in their pants. They made no attempt to hide it.

When the door opened from inside, Valeria stood in the doorway with the expression of someone who had done nothing out of the ordinary. Semen glistened at the corner of her mouth.

—How long have you been there?

—Long enough —Marcos said.

—Come in.

***

Natalia was propped against the pillows, hair mussed and eyes bright. She had stains of semen drying on her chest and belly. When she saw Roberto, she didn’t lower her gaze.

—Hi —she said.

—Hi —he answered.

—You were right. I should have let myself go a long time ago.

Roberto didn’t answer. He took off his shirt. He dropped his pants. He was so hard it hurt. Natalia opened her arms and legs at the same time, and he got between them and drove into her with one thrust. Natalia moaned with an intensity Roberto had never heard from her in two years. She bit his neck, dug her nails into his back, begged in his ear for him not to stop, to fuck her hard, to come inside.

What followed was different from before: more private, more familiar, even if there were six people in the same room. Marcos stayed with Valeria and pressed her against the wall with the same roughness as the stranger before, fucking her while licking someone else’s semen from her neck without saying a word. Roberto with Natalia, moving with her in a new violence, rediscovering each other. The five men withdrew one by one, orderly, without anyone explicitly asking them to.

Only the one with the pending reward remained. Valeria called Natalia with a gesture when the two of them had finished with their husbands. They knelt together in front of him on the floor, alternately taking his cock into their mouths calmly, sometimes mixing their tongues over the same skin. They kissed between licks, passing the man’s cock from one mouth to the other. They licked his balls, sucked the tip, took turns swallowing him to the throat. The man held out longer than either of them had expected, with both hands buried in their hair. When he reached the edge he did it generously, spilling over both their lips in long jets that ran down their chins, their necks, their breasts.

Marcos was the only one who spoke.

—He saved you both for the photo.

Valeria wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger and licked it. She kissed Natalia on the lips and passed the semen from one mouth to the other with her tongue. It was a short, clean kiss, the kind that needs no explanation.

—Regret it? —she asked her.

—Not a thing —Natalia said.

They showered. They dressed. The four of them went down the stairs together, in time with the music still playing downstairs. Out in the street, Seville’s air smelled of a cold night and something that had no exact name.

Roberto put an arm around Natalia’s shoulders.

—So you did know what you liked.

—Shut up —she said.

But she was smiling. And that, after two years of waiting, was worth more than anything Roberto had imagined on that trip.