The Threesome My Lover Watched From His Screen

Mateo always told me I had something dangerous about me. I never agreed with him, but I never denied it either. He knew it, and I liked that he knew it.

I’m twenty-seven and he’s forty-eight. When I met him at that gallery cocktail party, I’d been seeing a guy my own age for two years and getting bored every weekend in exactly the same way. Mateo, on the other hand, looked at me from the other side of the room as if he knew exactly what to do with me. He wasn’t wrong.

What we have is not what people call a relationship. He’s married, has two teenage children, and a business that forces him to travel two weeks a month. What we have is what fits into those gaps. Mid-afternoon hotel rooms, borrowed apartments, messages at two in the morning. We’ve been like this for almost three years. No one has found out and, honestly, neither of us wants anyone to.

What I like most about Mateo isn’t his deep voice or the way he looks at me. What I like most is how he loses control when he’s with me. I’m the one who decides when I suck his cock, how I ride him, and how much I let him cum inside me. And he, with all his years and his confidence, falls apart drooling on my bed, his cock dripping and his eyes begging me not to stop.

That’s why that night I dared to tell him.

We were in the Mariposa suite, the one he always books when his wife goes to the beach house. I was still wet from his cum, my thighs sticky, and the red mark from his belt crossed my waist. He was smoking with the sheet tangled around his legs, his cock still swollen and peeking over the edge of the fabric, staring at the ceiling.

—I want to fuck someone else —I said.

He didn’t lift his head. He only narrowed his eyes.

—Another what?

—Another man. Another cock that isn’t yours.

He slowly put out the cigarette. I propped myself up on one elbow, waiting for his reaction, one breast flattened against the sheet and the other bare. I thought he’d get angry, that he’d get dressed, that that would be the end of everything. I knew him well and he had never shared anything with anyone. He was possessive. He was that way with his work, with his wife, with me.

But Mateo didn’t get angry.

He turned toward me, rested his elbow under his head, and looked at me in a new way. I knew all his looks, and I had never seen that one before. His eyes dropped to my cunt, still shining, still open from him, and he slowly licked his lips.

—Do it —he said—. But I want to see it.

—How?

—Everything. I want to see what cock you take, how you suck it, what face you make when another man drives it all the way into you. How you cum with another guy’s dick inside you.

I felt the heat rise from my feet and gather between my legs. My cunt throbbed so hard I let out a gasp. Until that moment I thought I knew what I wanted from him. That sentence opened a door I hadn’t even found yet.

—And if he fucks me better than you do?

He smiled without joy, as if he recognized the danger and still wanted to step into it. He took hold of his cock, wrapped his fist around it, and began to stroke himself slowly, never taking his eyes off me.

—That’s the risk —he said—. And it’s what gets my cock hard as a rock.

I sucked him right there, crawling across the sheet until I took him all the way to the back of my throat, while I slid two fingers into my cunt and came thinking about the other one, the one that still didn’t have a name.

***

Diego showed up a week later.

I found him on one of those apps I opened that very night, after Mateo got dressed and went home with my saliva still drying on his cock. Thirty-three, engineer, divorced, no kids. In the photos he smiled with that mixture of shyness and arrogance I recognize right away. Broad arms, a sharp jaw, small attentive eyes. I messaged him first. I don’t usually do that, but that night I felt I had to direct every step.

We met for lunch the following Saturday. I chose a noisy Peruvian restaurant downtown, with tables pushed close together. I didn’t want privacy, not yet. I wanted to see him up close, feel how he looked at me while I told him made-up things about my job and he laughed with that low laugh that made me lean in to hear him and let him see my cleavage.

We talked about travel, music, a thousand stupid little things. I watched his hands. They were big, with marked knuckles. I thought about how they would look planted on my hips, how hard they would pull my ass cheeks apart, how many fingers I could take inside. My mouth went dry and my panties soaked through.

—Do you have plans after? —he asked when the check came.

I held his gaze for a moment.

—You tell me.

He understood.

***

The motel was fifteen minutes away by taxi. In the back seat I ran my hand over his thigh and he squeezed my knee without saying anything. I slid his hand up to the bulge in his pants and squeezed it. It was rock hard. I looked him in the eye while I worked it over with my open palm, feeling the whole shape, the thickness, the length. He slipped his hand under my skirt and brushed my cunt over my panties. They were so wet his fingers came away shining when he pulled them back. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them without looking away from me. The tension kept building in a way that was almost physical, as if the air inside the car had grown thicker than normal.

When we got into the room, Diego went into the bathroom. I used those two minutes to take my phone out of my bag, open the video call with Mateo, and set the phone on the dresser at an angle that covered the whole bed. The screen showed his face for a second: his living room in the background, a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes wide open.

—I’m here —he murmured from the other side.

—Take it out already —I told him—. I want you jerking off while another man fucks me.

I turned off the speaker sound. I wanted him to see, not hear. One part of him, the most intimate one, the part dying to watch but not to take part. I blew him a kiss with my fingertips and turned toward the door just as Diego came out drying his hands.

Diego left the keys on the nightstand. I took off my shoes without hurry and walked toward him. I was wearing a short black skirt, the kind that with any movement shows more than it covers. I know the effect it has; I’ve known since I was seventeen. Mateo knew it too. I’d worn that skirt a hundred times for him.

Diego grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. He pressed me against his body with a firmness that made me lose my balance for a second. I felt his hard cock reacting against my ass, without any attempt to hide it, outlined fully through the fabric, with the impatience of a man who didn’t want to waste time.

I didn’t pull away. I pushed my ass back, pressing it against his cock, moving in slow circles, measuring his breathing. I felt a growl slip out of him against the nape of my neck.

I ran my hands up to the back of his neck and pulled his hair as I tilted my head to one side. He started kissing me there, along the curve of my shoulder. First slowly, almost politely. Then harder, marking me with his teeth. One of his hands slid up my thigh, pushed my panties aside, and slipped two fingers into my cunt in one smooth motion. I was so wet he met no resistance. He moved his fingers inside with the bent pad of his finger, searching for that spot it takes me a while to show men. He found it on the third try. My knees buckled. I kept my eyes closed, but every so often I opened them to glance sideways at the phone on the dresser.

Mateo wasn’t moving. He was just there, cock out, one hand stroking it slowly, his breathing marked in his chest.

That turned me on even more.

Diego came up to my mouth without gentleness. His tongue entered as if he already knew me. His breathing was heavy, as if he had been carrying too much desire since the restaurant. I answered him with the same intensity, while my hips moved against his hand, riding his fingers, provoking him, letting him feel that this was going to be anything but calm.

I took off my skirt and let it fall to one side. The blouse followed over my head. I was left in black lingerie, the set I had bought the same day I decided to write to Diego. I unclasped my bra and let it drop too. My nipples hardened instantly. He lowered his mouth to one of my breasts and sucked it whole, hungry, biting my nipple with just enough force to draw a long moan out of me. He stripped fast, never taking his eyes off me once. When I saw him fully naked, with his cock pointing at me, thick, with the vein marked and the tip glossy, I knew this wasn’t going to resemble anything I had lived before.

I knelt on the carpet without asking. I took his cock in my hand, weighed it for a second, and put it in my mouth as far as I could. I started slowly, sucking the tip first, playing with my tongue around the head, tasting the fluid already leaking out. Then I took all of it down, gagging a little, letting saliva spill from the corners of my mouth. I grabbed his balls with my other hand and squeezed them softly while I kept sucking him. Diego put both hands on my head and started fucking my mouth at the pace that suited him, driving me down to the base, while I looked up at him with watery eyes and my tits hanging. I knew Mateo was seeing every movement of my tongue. I knew Mateo had never had his cock sucked so filthy.

Diego yanked me off with a thread of saliva hanging from my lip.

—Let’s get on the bed —he said, voice broken.

I lay back on the bed, looking at him, spreading my legs until I showed him my cunt open, shining, throbbing. I said nothing. It wasn’t necessary.

He climbed on top of me, but first he lowered his head. He buried his face between my thighs and started eating my cunt with a tongue that knew exactly what to do. He licked my lips one by one, moved up to my clit, and stayed there, licking in slow circles first, faster afterward. He slid two fingers into me and kept working me from above with his tongue. I grabbed his head and pressed his face against my sex, riding his mouth shamelessly while gasps kept escaping me, getting louder and louder. I came on his tongue in two minutes, clamping his head between my thighs, screaming something I didn’t even understand myself. He came up with his mouth shining with me and licked his lips, staring straight at me.

***

His body came down on me with weight. With intention. He opened my legs with his knees and pressed his cock to my cunt. He ran it through my lips, soaking it all with my juices, playing with the tip against my clit. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed his ass and dug my heels in to push him inside. He entered in one thrust, all the way to the hilt. I arched my whole body. I screamed. He felt thicker than I’d calculated, reaching a place inside me Mateo never touched.

I ran my hands over his back and felt all the tension he had stored up. He lowered his mouth to my breasts, kissing and biting with such force that I arched my back instantly. My hands clutched his shoulders, then his ass, sinking my fingers in to make him fuck me harder. My breathing broke into things that weren’t words. Sounds I didn’t recognize began coming out of me, low growls, stray words.

—Harder —I told him—. Break me.

And he broke me. He fucked me with thrusts that made the bed creak, holding one leg over his shoulder to open me wider. He pulled out all the way and drove back in until I felt his balls slapping my ass. The wet sound of my cunt swallowing him every time filled the room.

At some point, without realizing it, I stopped thinking about Mateo.

I was feeling. Nothing else.

I’m fucking another man and I don’t give a damn who watches me, I thought. And that thought took me somewhere else.

I rolled over on the bed, planted my hands on the mattress, and leaned forward, offering him my ass. I felt Diego’s hands grip my hips, strong, without hesitation. He drove back into me in one smooth stroke, this time from behind, and set a brutal pace that made my face hit the sheets. My body rocked forward and back with every thrust. I felt the impact in my hips, the heat in my back, the cock going in and out with a wet sound that filled the whole room. My tits shook with every hit.

My fingers dug into the sheets. Diego grabbed my hair and pulled back, forcing me to arch more, leaving my neck exposed. That made me lose what little control I had left. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, setting the rhythm with firm slaps that left my skin burning. They weren’t punishment, they were music. Each smack made me clamp my cunt around his cock and he could feel it, he growled and gave me another, harder one.

—Like that, slut —I heard him say, voice rough—. Squeeze my cock like that.

Each one made me react harder. My sounds came out unfiltered, high moans, filthy words I didn’t know I had in me. My body moved on its own, following a rhythm I wasn’t deciding. He slipped his thumb into my ass while he kept pounding my cunt and I was damn near ready to cum right there. I asked him not to stop and he didn’t stop.

I wasn’t thinking about anything anymore.

***

After that I stopped him. I put a hand on his chest and asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. He did it without arguing, his cock standing, soaked in me, throbbing against his stomach. I found him obedient when I took charge, and that discovery pleased me more than anything else that night.

I climbed on top of him. I took his cock in one hand, pressed it to the entrance of my cunt, and lowered myself slowly, threading myself onto it centimeter by centimeter until I had all of it inside. I let out a long moan when I hit bottom. I put my hands on his chest and started moving. First slowly, feeling every millimeter, squeezing him with the muscles inside me. Then faster. More precisely. More mine. I rose almost all the way off it and dropped back down, sinking it to the hilt, with my tits bouncing in front of his face.

He lowered his mouth to one nipple and sucked it while I rode him. I placed both hands on his head and pressed him against my breast. I saw the way he looked at me. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes fixed on me, his hands not quite sure where to go until he lowered them to my ass and spread me open with his thumbs. That image took me farther than anything else. I felt huge. Beautiful. Dangerous, like Mateo said.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the phone on the dresser. Mateo was still there. The glass was gone. His hand was out of frame, but I knew exactly where it was. I could see his arm moving at the same rhythm as my hips. I imagined his cock in his fist, imagined his cum about to spill, imagined he was with me and at the same time not. That he was seeing me inside the screen and I was inside his head.

I touched my clit with my fingers while I kept riding him. It only took a few seconds. I came with an orgasm that made my whole body tighten, a shudder that climbed through me and tore a long cry from my throat. My cunt clenched around his cock so hard he swore under his breath. I lost the rhythm for a moment, stayed still, breathing hard, still seated on Diego, still with his cock buried inside me. He held me by the waist so I wouldn’t fall backward.

—More —I told him—. Don’t cum yet. I want more.

I lay back on the bed. He came over me again, but more overflowing, more lost, as if seeing me cum on top of him had pushed him into a new place. He grabbed my ankles and opened my legs into a V, folding them back almost to my shoulders. He drove back in and started fucking me at a brutal pace, staring straight at me, watching the cock go in and out of my open cunt.

My legs opened wider. My body answered instantly. I felt every thrust in a deep place, one that hurt and felt good at the same time.

And then I thought about Mateo again.

About how he was seeing everything. About how he was watching another man hold me open on the bed, another man driving into me to the balls, another man making sounds he recognized. About how he was seeing me now: completely given over, with my legs folded against my chest, with my cunt open for a cock that wasn’t his, letting myself be taken by someone who didn’t even know my middle name.

That thought didn’t stop me. It pushed me harder.

—Cum inside me —I told Diego, looking him in the eye—. I want to feel all of it.

I closed my eyes and felt Diego break into some different rhythm, faster, more erratic. His thrusts turned short, deep, brutal. When he finished, he drove all the way in and let out a long growl against my neck. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me from within, shot after shot. He pressed his face against my neck. I stayed still, listening to his breathing while the ceiling spun, feeling the cum start to run down my groin.

***

My body relaxed slowly. Diego moved away, dropped down beside me, and immediately closed his eyes. His cock slipped out with a wet sound and a white thread fell onto the sheet. I sat up a little, still breathing hard, still trembling inside, with semen dripping down my thighs.

The phone was still on the dresser.

I walked over to it naked, with cum running down my legs, picked it up with my still-sweaty hands, and looked at the screen. Mateo was still there. He no longer had the glass, nor the look he’d had before. He had something I had never seen on him: a raw, naked expression, a mix of desire and vertigo. His cock was still out, shining, with his cum drying on his stomach. He looked at me through the screen as if I were someone else.

I stroked my cunt with two fingers, pulled them out slick with the other man’s cum, and brought them to my mouth in front of the camera. I sucked them slowly, looking him in the eye.

I turned the sound on for a second.

—Did you like it? —I asked very softly, turning my back to the man who was asleep.

He took a while to answer.

—You didn’t call me just so I could watch, Camila —he said—. You wanted me to understand something.

—And did you?

—That you’re not mine.

I smiled, still hot all over, still tasting the other man in my mouth and feeling the other man’s cum sliding down the inside of my thigh.

—I never was.

I ended the video call and went back to bed.