The Threesome That Started in His Office

I slept badly and got up worse. It wasn’t the coffee or the strange silence in the house, but the decision I had made the night before, when I showed up at the airport, saw my flight on the screen, and found myself unable to board. I was supposed to be on the other side of the ocean accompanying my business partner on a crucial trip, but I turned around and went back without telling anyone.

I spent the morning pacing around the living room, calculating schedules and rehearsing explanations that didn’t sound convincing even to me. I could tell my partner half the truth. My colleagues, almost nothing. And Darío, who was my mentor, my real boss, and the only person whose opinion still mattered to me, I couldn’t show up with just any story.

I went for a run to clear my head and came back more clearheaded, but no calmer. At a neighborhood terrace, I drank two glasses of wine too quickly, thinking I still had time to put the disaster in order. It was there, with the television on behind the bar and everyone suddenly falling silent, that I saw a plane crash into one of the towers where, in theory, I was supposed to be that morning.

My blood ran cold. I ran home with my heart pounding against my chest. As soon as I turned on my phone, it began vibrating nonstop: missed calls, messages, frightened voices. My partner, my sister, coworkers, numbers I didn’t recognize. And then I understood how close I had come to a death I wasn’t even capable of imagining.

I spoke to my partner, Julián, first. He cried, swore at me out of fright, and then asked me not to stay alone. I could barely follow his voice because I was still staring at the television screen, as if at any moment the name of the man I had let leave without me might appear.

After that call, I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer. I had to see Darío face-to-face.

***

I arrived at the university toward evening. I chose my clothes with an intention I didn’t want to admit even while getting dressed: tight pants, a thin sweater with no bra, and a short jacket so I wouldn’t look too obvious. I wanted to regain his support, yes, but I also wanted to find out something that had been hanging in the air for months, every time he looked at me a little too long.

Darío received me in his office with tension etched into his jaw. He was a mature, sober man, the kind who always seemed to be in control even when the world was collapsing around him. He closed the door, offered me a seat, and said nothing for several seconds. He only looked at me.

—You’ve done something insane —he finally blurted out—. Where the fuck did you disappear to all day?

—Home. Then I went out. I didn’t know how to face everything.

—And it didn’t occur to you to call?

—I know. I have no defense.

He listened in silence while I explained that I hadn’t boarded the plane because the project disgusted me, because I didn’t want to keep lending myself to certain maneuvers, because I felt used. That was true. What I left out at first was that there was something darker too: the desire to break with one part of my life and run toward another, even though I still didn’t know what it was.

Darío paced around the office with a glass of water in his hand. He asked me about my business partner, the rumors, my relationship with him. I noticed the exact change in his expression when I stopped pretending.

—Yes —I told him—. I was sleeping with him.

He went still. He made no theatrical gesture, but I saw him tighten his fingers around the glass.

—I thought they were just rumors.

—They weren’t.

—Does your husband know?

—Julián isn’t my husband, but yes, he knows everything.

—Everything?

—Everything.

He raised his eyebrows, bewildered. I crossed one leg over the other and saw his eyes drop for a second, just a second, toward the space between my thighs. It wasn’t an accident. Nor was it an accident that I didn’t correct my posture.

—We’re an open couple —I added—. Sometimes we share fantasies. Sometimes we live them.

The silence grew denser. He cleared his throat, loosened his tie, and offered me a drink. I accepted because there was no point pretending to keep our distance anymore.

—I didn’t expect to hear you say something like that —he murmured as he poured gin.

—I didn’t expect to say it either.

I moved closer to the bar cabinet to pick up my glass and stood close enough to notice his breathing change. His cologne smelled clean, like dry wood, like an older man accustomed to never letting his hand tremble. He liked looking at me. This time he didn’t try to hide it.

—You’ve always trusted me —he said.

—That’s why I’m here.

—I don’t think that’s the only reason.

He said it without looking me in the eye, his gaze fixed on my cleavage. I wet my lips with my tongue and felt a deep flip in my belly, the clear warning that I was no longer playing with words alone.

—And what else do you think I came here for? —I asked.

He raised his head slowly. His pupils were dark and alert, like a man finally hearing what he had wanted to hear for far too long.

—I don’t know —he said—. But if you keep sitting like that and looking at me that way, you’re going to make things very difficult for me.

—Maybe that was the idea.

***

The confession disarmed him more than any tears could have. He sat facing me on the office sofa, too close to keep pretending neutrality, and asked me to explain exactly what I meant by sharing fantasies. He asked in a serious, almost clinical tone, but the bulge beginning to push against his trousers contradicted him.

I told him about nights with Julián when we imagined another man watching us. About how the thrill of knowing we were being observed turned me on more than any gentle caress. About the times I had come thinking about a third man—not necessarily participating, sometimes only watching while they spread my legs and fucked me.

Darío swallowed.

—You shouldn’t be telling me this.

—And yet you want me to keep going.

He didn’t deny it. He took a long drink. I did the same and set my glass on the low table, leaning forward far enough for the fabric to pull tight over my tits. When I sat back down, he was already looking at me without holding back.

—Did your business partner turn you on because of that? —he asked.

—He turned me on because he was an asshole and knew how to handle me. But it wasn’t only him. Sometimes thinking about who might discover us turned me on more.

—Fuck.

—Yeah.

—You have no idea how that sounds coming out of your mouth.

—Then imagine how it feels.

He reached out and touched my knee for the first time. Just that. The tips of his fingers resting on the bone, still, almost shy. I didn’t move away. On the contrary, I spread my legs a little farther.

—If I tell you I’ve thought about you more than once, will you run away? —he asked in a hoarse voice.

—Depends on what you thought about.

His hand moved a short distance upward, from the edge of my knee to my thigh. Heat surged between my legs.

—About putting you right here, face down on this sofa —he said—. About lifting your skirt… though you’re not wearing one today. About pulling down your pants and seeing whether you moan the way I imagine.

I let the air out slowly through my nose.

—Keep going.

—About spreading your legs wide and fucking you while you look at me over your shoulder. Hearing you ask for more. Finding out whether you’re as shameless as you appear, or whether you tremble when someone finally touches you for real.

—I touch and tremble at the same time —I replied.

He stared at me for a few seconds, as if waiting for me to regret it. Instead, I took his hand and guided it to the inside of my thigh. Not to my pussy. Not yet. Just far enough for him to feel the heat and the dampness that had already soaked through the fabric.

—I’m not trembling because I want to back out —I whispered.

That was all he needed.

He lunged at my mouth with a hard kiss, hunger held in check for far too long. He didn’t kiss like an eager boy, but like a man who had imagined a gesture for years and, finally having it, wanted to devour it whole. I opened his lips with my tongue and answered with the same brutality. Our hands stopped behaving at the same time.

He grabbed one of my tits through the sweater, squeezing it with a moan that vibrated in my throat. I yanked open his shirt, slid my hand inside, and scratched his chest while we kept kissing with saliva and teeth. He pushed me against the backrest, buried his face in my neck, and bit me exactly where he knew he’d leave a mark.

—What the fuck did you come here to do to me? —he murmured.

—To make you stop looking at me and start touching me.

He slid his hand inside my pants without any further detours. He found my thong completely soaked and let out a hoarse curse.

—Fuck, you’re drenched.

—I’ve been like this since you closed the door.

He slipped two fingers beneath the fabric, moved the thong aside, and brushed my clitoris with the precision of someone who knew how to listen to a body. I threw my head back and spread my legs wider to give him room. His thumb stayed working up top while his fingers slowly opened me.

—I want to see you —he said.

He knelt in front of me. He yanked my pants down to mid-calf, thong and all, leaving me open at the edge of the sofa. I felt a stab of embarrassment and arousal at the same time when I saw him there, his face level with my pussy, staring at it as if he had been dreaming of that view for years.

—Don’t cover yourself —he ordered when I tried to close my legs instinctively.

He opened me again with his hands. Then he brought his mouth to me and ran his tongue from bottom to top, slow and broad. The moan came straight out of me, without a trace of elegance.

—That’s it, fuck —I murmured.

He ate my pussy with obscene concentration. He wasn’t in a hurry. He licked and sucked, stopping at my clitoris to make me tremble, then pushing his tongue lower until he forced me to move on the sofa, seeking him out. When he added two fingers and began fucking me with them while sucking me, I couldn’t think about anything else.

—Look at me —he said without taking his mouth away.

I did. The sight of Darío, the serious, measured man everyone respected, kneeling between my legs with his face wet, made me even hotter. He was looking at me as if I were a vice he could finally allow himself.

—You like being watched —he murmured against my pussy—. It shows.

—Yes.

—Do you like imagining someone else watching this?

The question pierced me. I moaned louder.

—Yes, fuck.

—Say it properly.

—I love it.

He smiled against me, as if that answer excited him almost as much as touching me. He fucked me with his fingers faster, burying them to the hilt while his thumb punished my clitoris. I felt the orgasm rising with a violence that forced me to grab his hair.

—Don’t stop. Don’t stop, you bastard.

—Come in my mouth.

I did, legs spread on the sofa in his office, my pussy throbbing against his tongue and his fingers moving in and out while I gasped without holding back. When I finished, he kept licking slowly, drawing out every shudder until it became painfully good.

—You’re going to kill me —I whispered.

—I haven’t even started fucking you yet.

***

He stood up and undid his trousers without taking his eyes off me. I slipped one leg out of my clothes to free myself and half rose. His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, already hard. I looked at it openly, and he let out a brief laugh, nervous and proud at the same time.

—Is that part of the meeting too? —I asked.

—The important part.

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me again. I lowered my hand, wrapped it around him, and squeezed the base. He was hot, tense, pulsing against my palm. I spat on the tip and began jerking him off while looking at him. The expression on his face was enough to tell me he had needed this for far too long.

—Fuck —he exhaled—. Don’t play with me like that.

—This isn’t a game.

I knelt between his legs and put him in my mouth. First the tip, tasting him slowly, then more, lowering as far as I could without forcing it. He rested one hand on my head without pushing yet, restraining himself. I wanted more. I sucked him noisily, running my tongue beneath the glans and milking him with my hand. Every time I pulled off a little to breathe, I licked him from balls to tip before swallowing him again.

—Look at yourself —he said in a broken voice—. Look at you like this.

I raised my eyes to him without letting go of him completely. That finished him. He gripped my hair more firmly and began setting the pace, thrusting into my mouth in short strokes. I let him. I liked the mixture of control and care, the restrained brutality of a man who wanted to use me without ever stopping reading my face.

—Fuck —he murmured—. Like that… like that, don’t stop.

I caressed his balls, sucked him more deeply, and felt him tense all at once. He pulled me off before coming and lifted me by the arms, almost breathless.

—If you keep going, I’ll come right now.

—Then fuck me already.

He didn’t need to hear it twice. He turned me around and bent me over the desk. I felt the edge of the table digging into my lower belly, his hands pulling my pants all the way down, his cock spreading my soaked lips.

—Is this how you imagine it? —he said against my ear—. In an office, with someone able to walk in?

—Yes.

—And what if they saw us?

—Don’t talk. Do it.

He drove into me with one thrust. All the way in. A scream escaped me, and I had to grip the edge of the desk to keep from sliding forward. He really was thick, and he went in with the obscene ease that comes from being so wet your body is already begging to be split in two.

He began with a firm, deep rhythm, not yet speeding up. Every thrust made me bang against the desk and sent papers, pens, and glasses shifting. The office filled with the wet sound of penetration and my increasingly ragged breathing.

—Look at how you take me —he growled—. You look made for this.

He grabbed my hair and forced me to arch farther. The new position let him hit me even better. I moaned so loudly that he chuckled under his breath.

—That’s it. Let them hear.

—Fuck… harder.

—That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to stop looking at you and start touching you?

—Yes.

—Then take it.

And he gave it to me. Harder. Dirtier. Deeper. Every thrust came with the slap of his hips against my ass and a phrase that grew lower, more animal. He fondled my tits through the sweater, pinched my nipples through the fabric, and spread one cheek to get a better look at how he moved in and out of me.

—Seeing you open like this drives me crazy.

—Don’t stop.

—And what if someone walks in right now?

The question sent another surge through me. I felt my pussy tighten around him.

—You got even hotter —he said immediately.

—Shut up and keep going.

—No. I want to hear you say it. Would it turn you on if they saw us?

I closed my eyes for a second. The image cut cleanly through me: the door opening, another breath, another gaze fixed on me while he kept drilling me over the desk.

—Yes —I moaned—. Yes, it would turn me on.

His hand dropped to my clitoris and began rubbing it mercilessly while he kept fucking me. The orgasm rose far too quickly. I felt the tension spread through my belly and legs, the desk creaking beneath me and his voice pressed against the back of my neck.

—Come thinking about it. About someone opening the door and finding my cock inside you.

I came screaming his name. Not an elegant name, not a restrained one, but a filthy, disordered burst, trembling over the desk while he kept thrusting to prolong every contraction.

Then the door sounded.

It didn’t open all the way. Just a hard knock, the handle being pulled, a pause.

Darío went still inside me.

We both looked toward it.

—It’s locked —he whispered.

It sounded again, this time accompanied by a male voice from the other side.

—Darío? Are you still in there?

My pulse shot up. I recognized the voice instantly: Julián.

My partner.

We looked at each other at the same time. Darío went pale. I, on the other hand, felt a brutal wave of arousal mixed with panic.

—Fuck —he murmured—. What is he doing here?

Before I could answer, Julián spoke again.

—Reception told me you were still in the office. Open up.

Darío made as if to pull out of me. I grabbed his wrist and shook my head, hardly knowing why. Or perhaps I did know. I knew perfectly well.

—No —I whispered.

—Are you crazy?

—Open it.

His eyes widened in disbelief. I was wet all over again.

—Open the door —I repeated hoarsely—. If I came here to tell you the truth, let it be the whole truth.

***

Darío took a second too long, but eventually pulled away and pulled up his trousers enough to walk. I barely moved. I just straightened up, adjusted my sweater halfway, and sat on the edge of the desk with my legs still spread from the trembling, my pants around mid-calf and my pussy throbbing from having been fucked only seconds earlier.

When he opened the door, Julián stood motionless in the doorway.

His face was marked by the exhaustion of the journey, worry, and something darker that I knew very well. His eyes moved from Darío to me, from my swollen mouth to my disheveled clothes, from his open trouser button to my bare thighs. He didn’t ask any stupid questions. He didn’t need to.

—I see I’ve arrived at a bad time —he said.

I held his gaze. Darío tried to speak, but I raised a hand to silence him.

—No. You arrived at exactly the right time.

Julián closed the door behind him. Slowly. Very slowly. That told me more than any words could have. His jaw tightened, but so did the bulge beneath his jeans. My pussy answered instantly.

—Did you tell him? —he asked.

—Almost everything.

—And was this part of the confession too?

—It became part of it.

Darío was rigid, still unsure whether he was about to get his face punched in or be dragged into something he didn’t understand. Julián watched him for a few seconds, then looked at me. We knew each other too well.

—Tell me clearly —he ordered—. What do you want?

I felt shame like a fierce heat rising through my chest, but there was no turning back now.

—I want you to stay —I said—. I want you to watch me. And if it turns you on as much as it does me… I want you to participate.

The silence was brutal. So thick I could hear my own breathing and the distant traffic in the street.

Darío exhaled through his nose, incredulous.

—I’m not going to touch her unless you—

—Shut up —Julián said without taking his eyes off me.

He approached slowly. He took me by the chin, forced me to keep my face raised, and kissed me with hunger, anger, and relief. He tasted of highway, coffee, and rage. When he pulled away, he gave me a sharp slap on my bare thigh.

—You were always a dangerous bitch —he murmured—. And yes, it turns me on.

I moaned just from hearing him say it.

He turned toward Darío.

—If you’re going to continue, do it properly. I want to watch her come.

Darío took two seconds to react. Then the last trace of restraint fell from his face.

Julián took off his jacket, left it on a chair, and positioned himself behind me. His hands dropped to my tits over the sweater while Darío moved between my legs again. I felt a mixture of vertigo and arousal so intense that I had to grip my partner’s shoulders.

—Look at her —Julián said to the other man—. She’s dripping.

Darío stroked my pussy with two fingers and snorted.

—Fuck, she is.

—Don’t treat her like she’s made of glass —Julián added—. She likes it rough.

I bit my lip, wildly aroused by hearing them talk about me as if I were a body they knew and, at the same time, one laid bare. Darío slid two fingers into me, then three, opening me while Julián sucked my neck from behind.

—Like this? —Darío asked.

—More —I answered before anyone else.

Julián laughed against my skin. He pushed up my sweater, bared my tits, and began playing with my nipples, hardened and sensitive. Darío knelt again and ate my pussy in front of him, no longer shy, as if he wanted to prove that he knew how to use me too.

Watching my partner watch him was almost too much. Julián spread my legs wider with his hands and spoke to him as if giving an order.

—Put it in again. I want her mouth.

He positioned himself in front of me and pulled out his cock. It was already rock-hard. I stroked it for a second, admiring its pulsing length. Then I opened my mouth and took him in while Darío stood up and penetrated me again from below, thrusting hard and deep, making me collide with one man’s body while the other filled me.

The sound of my occupied throat, their breathing, and the wet slap of the cock entering my pussy transformed the office into something completely beyond reason. They were using me between them, and I was happy not to have to choose which one to look at, touch, or ask for more.

Julián held my hair to set the rhythm in my mouth. Not with blind violence, but with that exact firmness that made me obey gladly. Behind me, Darío gripped my hips and began fucking me harder, finally losing his composure.

—This is how I wanted to see her —Julián said with a gasp—. Wide open and swallowing.

I moaned with my mouth full. Darío pulled his cock out, turned me around, and put my back against the desk. Julián wasted no time: he lifted one of my legs and put himself back in my mouth while the other man fucked me standing up. I had one hand from each of them on my body, one cock in my mouth and another moving in and out of my pussy, and I felt an obscene, animal, perfect happiness.

—Tell him who’s fucking you —Julián ordered.

I let go of his cock just long enough to answer between gasps.

—Both of you.

—Not yet —Darío said, bringing me to the edge with brutal thrusts—. But very soon.

Julián spat into my mouth, put himself back in, and I swallowed without taking my eyes off him. That gesture alone made my body shudder again. Darío reached between us, found my swollen clitoris, and began rubbing it while driving his cock into me with an almost savage rhythm.

—Now —Julián growled—. Come.

I came between them so violently that my legs gave way. Julián held the back of my neck. Darío held my waist. All I could do was moan, tremble, and let them keep using me through the final spasms.

Darío came first. He emptied himself inside me with a hoarse moan, squeezing my hips so hard he surely left marks. He stayed pressed against my back for several seconds, breathing as if his life depended on it.

Julián pulled out of my mouth and took my face in his hands.

—Open.

I obeyed. He jerked himself twice and came over my tongue and lips. I closed my mouth, swallowed, and then slowly stuck out my tongue for him. His eyes shone with a mixture of pride and satisfied desire that undid me more than any obscenity.

Darío pulled out of me with a hiss, and I saw his semen sliding down my thigh. Julián looked down and cleaned me with two fingers. Then he put them in my mouth for me to suck. I did it without taking my eyes off him.

***

The three of us remained silent for a few seconds. The office smelled of gin, sweat, and recent sex. On the desk were crumpled papers, an overturned glass, and my dignity transformed into something much more honest.

Darío was the first to laugh, incredulous and exhausted. He ran a hand over his face and shook his head.

—I’ve spent years thinking I’d seen everything —he said—. Then you show up.

—I’ve spent years thinking the same —Julián replied—. And she always finds a new way to turn everything upside down.

I pulled up my pants with my legs still trembling and straightened my clothes as best I could. Neither of them tried to soften what had happened with clumsy phrases. There was no need. It had been too clear, too raw, too real to disguise as something else.

Julián kissed my forehead. Darío looked at me as if he still couldn’t believe he had had me spread open over his desk and then between the two of them. I felt ashamed, yes, but it was a clean shame, without regret.

I had missed a trip, escaped death, and arrived at that office wanting to save a professional relationship. In the end, I had done something more dangerous: told the complete truth about what turned me on, about who I was, about what I might ask for if I stopped lying to myself.

And that night, for the first time in a long time, I had no doubts about any of the three.