The Secret Estate Where Everything Changed Between Us

Our most open stage began to take on a life of its own when we stopped trying to control every detail. This story gathers what came after those first parties in Seville: small encounters, impulsive decisions, and the night at an estate that changed us both without our knowing it yet.

At the beginning of December we went to Valencia for the long weekend. We had been in contact online with a woman from Cuenca with whom we had exchanged photos and messages for weeks. She wasn’t my type, but Marcos really liked her, so we suggested meeting in the city on one of the days we were going to be there. We had not seen each other on camera. We met in front of the Turia Gardens at noon.

—Lucía and Marcos, right? —It was a woman on her own: pretty, short, brunette, curly hair. Exactly like in the photos. —I’m Elena. —She kissed us both on the cheeks.

—How are you? And your husband?

She suddenly went serious. She explained that she had deceived us: her husband knew nothing. She was aroused by chatting and having virtual sex with strangers behind his back, but she had let the lie grow until she no longer knew how to stop it. We were stunned. We didn’t get angry. We talked a lot, and because she seemed sincere in her remorse and was also charming and easy to talk to, the three of us ended up having lunch together.

She told us she was over fifty, that the sex life with her husband was acceptable but that she needed other things: risky situations, younger men who would insult her. She had had two affairs. We were the first couple she had met in person. As soon as we finished eating we went to the rented apartment and spent the afternoon the three of us together.

There was one moment I will never forget: halfway through the afternoon her husband called. She asked us to be quiet. She sat on the edge of the bed to talk to him and Marcos stood in front of her, masturbating. Elena grabbed him firmly and started moving her hand fast. He came on her face while she spoke to her husband, trying to disguise her breathing. When she hung up, she laughed without being able to help it and lunged to clean him up. A wonderful afternoon. We accompanied her to the station and since then, every time we go back to Valencia, we meet up with her.

***

In mid-January we met up again with Silvia and Rodrigo, whom you already knew from a previous story. We had dinner at their place and fucked as a foursome. Well, Rodrigo came after three minutes of me taking him in me, and spent the rest of the night touching himself while watching us. They told us they had changed a lot: they went to swinger clubs almost every weekend. Rodrigo admitted to us that he increasingly liked watching Silvia fuck without taking part himself, that he had become a submissive voyeur and enjoyed it without complexes.

After those encounters, although Marcos was at his best and I love sex as a couple, I had been needing something different for a while. I found it in Bilbao, at the end of April, in a well-known swinger club. Marcos had a threesome with a couple our age while I went off with a huge man, the first of that type I had been with. I lost count of how many times I came. For the following days I could think of nothing else.

***

Two weeks later Silvia called. I would have preferred to meet someone other than my husband to fuck me properly, but we liked them and Silvia is incredibly hot. We met again. That night they told us they had been invited to a private event at an estate outside the city. A clandestine gathering organized by wealthy people: a few chosen couples and some single men.

—Do you want to come? I think we can get you an invitation.

—It sounds a bit dodgy —I said.

—I’ve spoken to couples who’ve been and they say it’s amazing. It’s not dangerous, honestly.

—What do you think, Rodrigo?

—It’s intimidating not knowing what you’re going to find, but that’s also what makes it exciting.

—I think we’re going to pass —said Marcos.

—Think about it, okay?

We didn’t seriously think about it until, at the end of May, we found a black envelope in the mailbox.

“Dear Lucía and Marcos: you have been recommended to take part in a private gathering to be held in Seville on October 15. The address and the dress code will be given to you in due course, along with the instructions. If you are willing, call the number indicated to confirm your attendance. If you have taboos or prejudices, this place is not for you.”

I called Silvia.

—We told you we didn’t want to go.

—It’ll be fun.

—You don’t know that. Maybe it’s a bunch of dirty old perverts. Maybe they’ll force us to do things we don’t want to do.

—No, they won’t. I’ve been told it’s safe. Nobody forces you to do anything. You just have to respect the rules.

—And if you don’t respect them?

—They kick you out. And if you don’t meet expectations, they never invite you again.

—You’re crazy. You’ve turned into a different person.

—I’m horny all day long, Lucía. At work, on the street. Any man I pass, all I can think about is how he’d fuck me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I love it.

—And besides, Rodrigo doesn’t fuck you anymore.

—He was never anything special, but now he only wants to watch. Nothing else.

—What a couple you make.

—Please. Come. I’d rather you came. If you don’t like it, we’ll leave, really.

That night I told Marcos about it. He wasn’t thrilled, but I wanted it more and more. After a couple of days thinking it over, we decided. I called the number.

—Good afternoon. I wanted to confirm our attendance.

—On the card, in the top right-hand corner, there is a code. Say it.

—Pjmkr82.

—Lucía and Marcos, friends of Silvia and Rodrigo. Confirmed. On the 15th you will receive instructions on this same number.

—Excuse me, can you tell me exactly what the gathering consists of?

There was a long silence.

—I thought you already knew. A gathering of friends we hold every so often. We invite couples and single men who fuck the wives. The husbands may participate or watch. If that’s a problem, forget it. Tear up the invitation.

The long silence was mine now.

—And if once we’re there we change our minds?

—We don’t force anyone. That’s why we want you to be clear about it beforehand. There will be fucking there. No violence, nothing scatological.

—Can I think about it and call you back?

—No. As soon as you hang up I’ll destroy this phone. Decide now. We don’t care, we have plenty of candidates.

I thought for what felt like a full minute.

—We confirm attendance.

—I knew it. You won’t regret it.

***

The 15th arrived. At midday I got a call from a hidden number: long dress for the women, dark suit for the men, and the meeting point would be the door of a swinger club we already knew. I thought something elegant would come of it. It was a large eight-seater van. In it were the two of us, Silvia and Rodrigo, and another couple they actually knew. It was obvious it wasn’t their first time.

In this story I’m not going to give details of places or recognizable people. You already know why.

We arrived at a huge estate in a village a few kilometers from Seville. Two floors plus a basement. They asked for our phones on the way in. The ground floor was like an elegant bar: soft music, a counter with a uniformed bartender, tables and armchairs. There were the three couples and seven single men, all middle-aged, elegant. One of them caught my attention from the very first moment: he must have been around sixty, tall, slim, with abundant gray hair and a neatly groomed short beard. He wasn’t talking to anyone. He was only watching. Our eyes met several times. His name turned out to be Andrés, though I learned that later.

We ordered cocktails and started talking to the others. All very proper and polite. Then three older couples appeared, dressed to the nines, who introduced themselves as the organizers. They explained the layout: basement as changing room, ground floor as bar, first and second floors with four themed rooms each, usable as a couple or in groups. I did the math: six couples and seven single men. Two men per woman. But I only had eyes for the gray-haired man in the corner.

We went down to the basement, took off our clothes, and put on satin robes they had prepared. We went back up and kept drinking. The first to go up were two of the host couples with some of the single men. Shortly after, the rest of us went up.

***

The first two rooms were a glory hole: two adjoining rooms with holes in the wall. Silvia, the woman from the third couple, and I went into one; our husbands and one of the single men, into the other. At that door Marcos and I kissed and said goodbye. From that point on, each of us went our own way.

Penises started appearing through the holes immediately. I recognized Marcos’s. The unknown woman knelt down and started sucking. Silvia did the same with the next one. I had two left for me. I didn’t feel like sucking off a stranger cold like that, so I took one in each hand and started masturbating them. One of them seemed to be Rodrigo’s. I leaned against the wall and moved them both at full speed. The first came right away. I kept going with both for a while longer, that little post-orgasmic sadism I like so much. The second lasted a bit longer, but not much. I wiped my hands with the tissues in the room and went out into the corridor.

I opened the third door. Huge bed. Two of the single men were fucking two of the older women from behind, with relentless force and speed. The women were moaning with their eyes closed. On a sofa facing them, their husbands were masturbating each other, very slowly, without rushing. They signaled me over. I took off my robe, sat on one man’s lap, and put my legs over the other. The latter started sucking my feet while stroking my cunt with his fingers; the other kissed me long and slow and then started eating my tits. There I was, stretched out over two older men working me with four hands. I had my first orgasm of the night. Still breathing hard, I sat between them, jerked them off while we watched the show, and waited. They came. I kissed them and left.

In the next room there was a rotating round bed. One of the host women was wearing a harness with a black dildo and was fucking her husband from behind while he was giving a blowjob to the third man. Very hot, but I had no place there. I went back into the corridor.

Where was the gray-haired man?

I went upstairs. First room: empty, walls covered with sex toys. Dildos of every size, vibrators, balls, whips, handcuffs, and chains. I was going over the arsenal when I heard the door close behind me.

—Hello. My name is Andrés.

His voice was exactly as I had imagined: deep, calm, unhurried. He was still immaculate in his suit, as if it were first thing in the morning.

—Lucía.

—I’ve been watching you for a while. I think you were looking for me.

—No, yes, I don’t know. —I was genuinely nervous.

—Do you mind if I lock the door?

—No.

—Good. I don’t want to share you tonight.

He came over slowly. He traced my shoulder with one finger, went down my arm to my wrists and put handcuffs on me that hung from the ceiling. He picked up a whip made of strips of fabric and began to run it over my body with deliberation. Over my nipples. Over my ass. Then, little blows on my cunt. I was writhing in equal parts fear and pleasure. Then he took out a U-shaped vibrator and slowly inserted it inside me.

—Don’t let it fall.

The device started vibrating. It took a tremendous effort not to come right there and then.

—The moment you walked in, I knew you were for me —he said, without raising his voice.

—I noticed you too.

—I could tell. How long have you been into this?

—Exactly a year. —Exactly since we met Pablo and Ana and everything started.

—Have you had many experiences?

—A few. Couples, men, women. Everything.

—Well, that ends for tonight. Now you’ll be mine alone until I decide. Say it.

—I’m yours. I’ll be yours alone until you decide.

He let go of the handcuffs and took the vibrator out of me. He kissed me calmly, with no urgency. He asked me to lie on a bench on my back, knees bent, and tied my ankles and wrists to the corners. What followed seemed endless. He dripped wax onto my breasts. He inserted balls of increasing sizes in and out of me. He fucked me with several toys while another vibrator stimulated my clit. I don’t know how many times I came. My body was hypersensitive, at the limit.

—Stop. I can’t take any more.

—Remember that you are mine.

He untied me and kissed me. He helped me sit up and made me sit on the backrest of a tantric chair. He sat in the lower part and, with my legs over his shoulders, he ate me out like I don’t remember anyone ever doing in a long time. After that he made me lean my chest over the backrest and fucked me from behind: gently, slowly, without speeding up or slowing down at any point. As if he never wanted to finish. After a long while like that, he came inside me. I stayed in that position, taking in what was happening. I didn’t know what Andrés had done to me, but I was completely surrendered.

***

He stroked my back and asked me in my ear if I wanted to take a walk around the house. I nodded. We stepped out into the corridor hand in hand.

We opened the next door and I was left speechless. Marcos was on a round bed with the three older women. A whirlwind of arms and legs. He was fucking one while kissing another. The third was eating his ass while the one left over sat on his face. They changed positions like a single organism. Marcos was ecstatic.

Andrés asked me in my ear if that was my husband. I said yes. Marcos saw me. His face changed instantly. I was naked in the doorway, Andrés was still in his suit, and I was holding his hand and resting my head on his shoulder. I could tell he didn’t like how I felt with that man. One thing was sex. Another was this, which the two of us perceived at the same time: that there was something more between Andrés and me. My husband looked away and went back to the three women.

We left and entered the last room. Rodrigo was tied naked to a Saint Andrew’s cross, aroused, while on a small bed in the center Silvia was receiving one of the single men with her legs open. The other four were waiting their turn around them. The man with her pulled out, moved fast, and came on her stomach. Another immediately replaced him. One after another like that. Rodrigo watched with that stupid happy face he makes when he really enjoys himself, while his wife was successively covered. The scene impressed me. Andrés and I sat on an armchair and I didn’t miss a single detail.

Little by little the room emptied out. Silence. I untied Rodrigo. He picked up Silvia and they left without saying anything.

—When I spoke to you on the phone, I already knew I wanted you to be mine tonight —said Andrés.

—What? You were the one on the phone? I thought you were just another guest.

—No. I organize these evenings. The three couples who acted as masters of ceremonies are my clients; I put the show together for them. The six of you are the honored guests. And the single men paid quite a lot to be here tonight.

I was surprised, angry, and flattered all at once. I was hung up on this man and I knew it perfectly well.

—Go downstairs whenever you want. You can have a drink, get dressed, and leave. The cleaning crew takes three hours.

—Can we stay here a little longer, the two of us?

We stayed on the sofa talking, kissing. We didn’t fuck any more, but I ended up giving him head. It was five in the morning.

—I have your phone number. If you don’t mind, I want to contact you again. May I have your permission?

—I thought you had already taken it from me. That I already belonged to you.

He burst out laughing.

—I knew you were different, Lucía.

He kissed me and left the room.

***

I went down to the ground floor. The single men were chatting in a group. At the bar Marcos was talking to the third couple. I stood beside him. He kissed me. I kissed him. We went down to the basement, washed up and dressed, and when the six of us were ready they took us back to the city. We were silent the whole way. I squeezed Marcos’s hand and rested my head on his shoulder.

—What’s going on with that man?

—What do you mean?

—That I was with five women tonight and you were only with him.

—I don’t know, darling.

—Do you like him?

—Yes. Something happened. I can’t explain it. He wants to see me again. What do you think?

That night, the next day, and for many days after, we talked a lot about the experience. We met up with Andrés many more times. He became a lover, a friend, something I still don’t know how to name. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

We’ve seen the other couple out on the street once or twice, nothing more. Silvia and Rodrigo went through a rough patch after that night, but they stayed together and completely moved away from clubs and partner swapping. We still get on very well with them. They’ll show up in future stories.