The Threesome Lucía Proposed Before Our Wedding

My name is Tomás, and I have a twin brother, Bruno. We shared a flat near the University of Valencia, two bedrooms and a living room that was always a mess, when Lucía answered the ad for the third room. She showed up one October afternoon with a suitcase and a smile that disarmed both of us at once.

Bruno saw her get out of the taxi from the window and said what I was thinking.

—That one’s going to be trouble.

—That one is going to be our flatmate —I corrected him—. Behave yourself.

He didn’t listen to me, of course. Neither of us behaved. For weeks it was a silent war of coffees offered, convenient favors, of who would go with her to the supermarket. Lucía noticed and had fun with it. She had that habit of biting her lip when something amused her, and at our expense she was very amused.

I won, though I like to think she did. One night, after Bruno fell asleep on the sofa in front of a film, Lucía followed me into the kitchen for a glass of water and stayed leaning against the counter, looking at me.

—You two are impossible —she said—. But you at least hide it worse.

—I’m not hiding anything.

I moved closer and kissed her. She didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she grabbed the collar of my T-shirt and pulled me in until the counter dug into her back and she stopped caring. I shoved my tongue into her mouth while I lifted her skirt with my hand, and she kissed me back, biting my lip. When I rubbed her cunt over her panties I could feel she was soaking, and she let out a hoarse gasp against my mouth.

—Shut up and keep going —she whispered.

I ripped her panties off in one yank and set her on the counter. I spread her legs and knelt down. Her cunt was shiny, swollen, and it smelled like a female in heat. I ate her slowly, sucking her clit until she drove her heels into my back, and then I slid two fingers inside her while still licking. She came, biting down on her fist so as not to wake Bruno, her whole body trembling. I shoved my jeans down and drove my cock into her with one thrust. She was so wet I buried it in one hard push, and she moaned, covering her mouth with both hands. I fucked her against the counter, squeezing her tits under her shirt, tugging her hair, while she whispered in my ear, “Harder, harder.” I came inside her, holding her hips, while she came a second time, trembling around my cock. That early morning we didn’t go back to our separate rooms.

***

What we had was quick and honest from the start. Lucía was not a half-measures kind of woman. The first time she undressed in front of me, she did it shamelessly, looking me in the eyes, waiting to see what expression I’d make. She took off her bra and showed me round tits with dark, hard nipples, then slowly pulled down her panties, spreading her legs so I could see her shaved cunt already wet. She motioned for me to come closer, pushed me onto the bed, and sat astride my face.

—Lick it until I tell you to stop —she ordered.

And I ate her until my jaw burned, swallowing her juices while she rocked over my mouth and squeezed her nipples. She came twice like that, smothering me with her cunt, before climbing down and swallowing my cock whole. She sucked me with a skill that left me blind, pulling off only to spit on it and shove it back down her throat. Then she sat on top of me and rode me slowly, torturing me, until I begged her to let me come. She made me come inside her, and then, with my cum dripping down her thighs, she kissed me on the mouth as if nothing had happened. She liked control. She liked deciding when, how, and how much, and that certainty of hers drove me mad.

Bruno took the defeat better than I’d expected. He stayed the same as always, jokey and shameless, though sometimes I caught him looking at her for a second too long. Lucía caught him too. And it didn’t seem to bother her.

Almost two years passed. I finished my degree with a few stumbles, she finished hers without a single one, and Bruno made his way by setting up a small motorcycle workshop that did better than any of the three of us would have bet. The three of us were still in the flat, no longer pretending anything, just habit and affection.

It was Lucía who said it first. One summer night, with just the right amount of wine, her bare feet resting on my legs on the sofa.

—Can I tell you a fantasy without you getting mad?

—I’m not going to get mad.

—Your brother.

I fell silent. Not out of anger, but because the idea surprised me by finding me less surprised than it should have.

—I’ve been thinking about it for a while —she went on, playing with the rim of her glass—. I don’t want your brother. I want you. But I’m dying to know what it feels like to have two cocks at once. One in my cunt and another in my mouth, or wherever I feel like. And if it’s going to be with someone, I’d rather it be with someone I trust. Does what I’m saying make sense?

It made perfect sense. It took me a few days to digest it, talk it through, make sure it wasn’t some trap that would blow up a relationship. It wasn’t. It was pure curiosity, said out loud by a woman who wasn’t afraid of her own desires. And, to my surprise, the idea of seeing her with Bruno didn’t make me jealous. It turned me on.

***

We put it to him together, one Sunday afternoon, with the naturalness of people proposing a trip. Bruno set his coffee down halfway to his mouth.

—Are you fucking with me?

—No —Lucía said—. And if the answer is no, it’s fine. But I wanted you to hear it from me, not from him.

The answer was not no.

The first time the three of us were clumsy. Too many hands, too many nervous laughs, nobody quite knew where to put themselves. But Lucía took charge, as always. She knelt on the floor of the living room between us and pulled our pants down at the same time. She took out both cocks, one in each hand, and looked at them for a moment with a greedy smile.

—Identical —she said—. What a fucking injustice.

And then she started sucking them in turns, moving her mouth from one to the other, licking one while she stroked the other, bringing both tips together and licking them at the same time. Bruno let out a grunt when she swallowed his cock whole, and I felt a strange stab, half jealousy half brutal arousal, seeing my wife’s lips stretched around my brother’s dick.

She stood up, stripped completely, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. She motioned for me to stand in front of her and Bruno behind her.

—You fuck, you suck —she assigned, pointing at us—. And don’t stop until I tell you.

Bruno pushed his cock into her cunt with a slow thrust, and she let out a long moan with my cock brushing her lips. She took me into her mouth at the same time, and for a few seconds all you could hear were my brother’s hips hitting her ass in dry slaps and the wet sounds of her mouth sucking me. Every thrust from Bruno shoved her forward and drove my cock deeper into her throat. She saved the slow kisses for me, the words in my ear when she took me out of her mouth to breathe. Bruno she used for the other thing, for rhythm and force, looking at me the whole time, checking that I was still there, that she was still mine.

That look was the most erotic thing of the night. The way she bit her lip while my brother fucked her from behind, her tits bouncing with the rhythm of the blows, and still she wouldn’t let go of my hand. I asked to switch and Bruno slid out of her, leaving her cunt open and glistening. I put her on her back, lifted her legs, and shoved myself in to the hilt while Bruno brought his cock to her mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, sucking it with the same hunger. When she came, she did it with her eyes locked on mine, squeezing the cum out of me around her cunt until she milked it inside her, and I knew that it hadn’t broken us. It had joined us in some strange way I couldn’t explain. Bruno finished emptying himself into her mouth seconds later, and she swallowed it all without taking her eyes off me.

From then on, the three of us stopped being an experiment and became something of our own. Not always, far from it. But every so often, when she felt like it, Bruno would join in, and the next morning we’d have breakfast together as if nothing had happened, because for us it was no longer anything out of the ordinary.

***

The next step came on a Friday, also Lucía’s idea. A friend from the workshop had told Bruno about a private club on the outskirts, a discreet place you could only enter with an invitation and a mask. A place for couples and the curious, where what happened inside stayed inside.

—I want to go —she said—. Just to look, if you want. But I want to see it.

We got the invitation. The agreed night we put on our masks before going in, three black blindfolds that barely left the eyes visible, and suddenly we were other people. Anonymity does strange things. Lucía walked differently, looser, aware that no one knew her name.

The bar was dim, with low music and people chatting like anywhere else, except for what could be sensed in the rooms in the back. We ordered two drinks to loosen the tension. Bruno pointed to a secluded area with a discreet sign.

—There’s a demonstration room. If someone wants to, they let you watch.

Lucía didn’t say anything. She just took my hand and pulled me there.

***

The room was small, with a huge bed in the center and a row of dim openings from which you could watch without being seen. That night there was a threesome on the bed: one man and two women, all three masked like us, all three surrendering without the slightest shame to what they were doing.

Lucía pressed herself against the glass. I felt her whole body tense up as she watched one of the women kneeling, the guy’s cock down her throat, while the other penetrated her with a dildo strapped to her hips, setting a brutal rhythm. The first woman was drooling, eyes half-closed, letting herself be fucked by both ends at once.

—God —she whispered—. I can’t stop watching.

I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I could feel how she breathed, how she squeezed her thighs, how she ground her ass against my fly, looking for the cock that was already hardening in my pants. Bruno moved to her other side, not touching her yet, waiting. Lucía settled the matter for the two of us: she took my hand and guided it under her dress, straight to her pantyless cunt, and with the other she found my brother’s hand and brought it to her breast. She was soaked. I slid two fingers inside her and she started fucking them on her own, rocking her hips against my hand while Bruno pinched her nipples through the fabric.

On the other side of the glass, the scene grew more intense. The three silhouettes had changed position: one of the women had sat on the man’s face, riding his mouth, while the other rode him astride. The two women kissed over the top of him, tits against tits, and one of them slid two fingers up the other’s ass. Lucía trembled against me, panting in my ear. I felt her cunt tighten around my fingers, about to come just from watching.

—I want to go to one of the private rooms —she said, her voice breaking—. Now. All three of us. I want both cocks inside me right now.

***

The private room had a door that locked with a bolt and a bed with nobody watching. As soon as we went in, Lucía stopped being a spectator and became the star of her own scene.

She took off her dress without ceremony and lay down in the center, still wearing the mask, her tits firm, her legs already spread, revealing a swollen, dripping cunt. She looked at the two of us with an authority that admitted no argument.

—I want both of you at once —she said—. One in my cunt, one in my mouth. And every time I say so, switch. I want to lose count of who is who. I want to end with both loads inside me.

And that’s what we did. I started, sliding into her slowly, wanting to stretch out every second, feeling her cunt open around my cock and clamp down until I saw stars, while she took Bruno in her mouth and swallowed him to the base. Then she gave the order and we switched. Bruno positioned himself between her legs and shoved his cock in with one thrust, and she let out a guttural moan, arching her back, while she searched for my mouth with her hand and guided me to hers. She sucked off my own juices from my previous load with no disgust at all, biting her lip between sucks.

We switched again, and again, and again. We put her on her side, with Bruno behind her fucking her slowly and me in front putting my cock in her mouth. We put her on all fours, with one below and one above, two cocks rubbing inside her separated by only a thin wall of flesh. We never managed true double penetration, not that night, but we danced on the edge of it, and she came screaming when one of us licked her clit while the other fucked her cunt from above.

She came more than once, harder each time, clutching the sheets, repeating that we shouldn’t stop, that we should use her, that she was dying to feel us both empty ourselves. And when at last we turned her onto her back and spread her legs all the way, I went in first and came inside her with a growl, feeling her cunt tremble in a simultaneous orgasm. I pulled out and Bruno took my place immediately, fucking her with my cum still inside her, until we emptied the second load between her thighs. She stayed lying there between us, with both loads dripping from her cunt onto the sheets, laughing under her breath, satisfied as a cat in the sun.

—This —she said, still out of breath— needs to be repeated.

***

We repeated it. And a few months later, when I asked her to marry me, she said yes before I finished the sentence.

The bachelor party was, of course, at the club. Just the two of us that time, because Bruno was away on a trip with a racing team, but our friends there had prepared a surprise for us. They took us to the big room, blindfolded us, and left us kneeling on the bed, naked, not knowing what was coming.

I felt a mouth close around my cock without warning, hot and expert, sucking it to the base in one stroke, and from Lucía’s long exhale I knew they were doing the same to her. We didn’t know who, we didn’t know how many, and that uncertainty made everything more intense. Another mouth licked my balls while the first one sucked me, and hands that weren’t hers ran down my back and squeezed my ass. I could hear Lucía moaning beside me, louder and louder, and from her gasps I guessed it was no longer just one tongue in her cunt: someone was fingering her and another mouth was sucking her nipples at the same time.

One caress gave way to another, one mouth to the next. I felt female lips kissing me while another hand guided my cock toward a cunt that wasn’t Lucía’s, and I hesitated for a second, but Lucía’s voice beside me —gasping, between laughs— said, “Do it, I am too.” And I sank into that stranger blind while my wife was being penetrated by another anonymous body a foot away from me. We brushed arms, hips, searching for each other in the tide of hands and mouths, and even without seeing each other we knew exactly the moment the other came. I emptied myself inside the stranger and Lucía screamed at the same time, and the two of us lost all sense of time.

When they finally took off our blindfolds, we looked into each other’s eyes, hair tousled, sweating, our bodies marked by other people’s bites and our loads still sliding over our skin, and we burst out laughing like two kids who’d pulled some huge prank. We got married the following week.

That night taught me something about myself that I took a long time to admit out loud: that I was completely in love with Lucía and, at the same time, I needed everything else too. The masks, the rooms, the shared curiosity, the cocks and cunts of other people as seasoning for our own. She knew it better than I did. That’s why, I suppose, all of it was her idea from the very beginning.

And that’s why, years later, we still go back to the club whenever routine starts to press in. Different mask, same smile, the same bitten lip that one day, in the kitchen of a student flat, drove my brother and me crazy at the same time.