The Threesome Valeria and I Hadn’t Planned

Valeria and I met at one of those corporate dinners where it’s all smiles and business cards. She’d been included in a group of clients my company invited a couple of times a year, and from the very first moment we understood that we were cut from the same cloth: intelligent, presentable, discreet, with a pretty low boredom threshold. That night we ended up drinking wine until two in the morning, telling each other things we wouldn’t tell anyone else.

We didn’t see each other often. Valeria called me when there was something interesting: an opening, a partners’ cocktail, a dinner where elegant female company was needed but no strings attached. We’d never charged a thing, though sometimes the wardrobe took the hit.

***

Roberto’s call came on a Tuesday afternoon. He was an assistant director at my company and we had that kind of relationship that doesn’t need much explaining. He asked me to accompany him to the opening of the new yacht club: an event for older gentlemen with glasses in hand and checks in their pockets. Elegant outfit, discreet attitude, nothing more.

He also asked me to invite a presentable friend, someone who didn’t work for us. I called Valeria, who said yes before I’d finished the sentence.

I arrived in a red convertible Roberto had rented for the occasion. Valeria arrived in her own car, with a driver, as always. When we saw each other together at the club entrance, several men in their sixties turned their heads almost in unison.

The evening went exactly as expected. Lots of white wine, inane conversation about the state of the yachting industry, and men trying to look younger than they were. Valeria handled them with effortless grace: she drifted from conversation to conversation without anyone feeling brushed off. Several men clustered around me, but only one caught my attention.

He was the same age as the rest, but something in the way he looked at me was different: direct, almost insolent. He came up to me three times before saying anything. When he did, it was to ask if I was bored.

—Not yet —I told him.

—Too bad —he said—. That would’ve been a good excuse to leave.

I didn’t like him. I stayed anyway.

***

When the event ended, Roberto asked me in a low voice if I’d enjoyed myself. He nodded discreetly toward the man, who was waiting by the door for his car.

—He’s asking me for a drink —I told him.

—Then go —Roberto said. —I’ll stay with Valeria.

I proposed the arrangement with all the calm in the world: he’d go with Valeria, I’d accept the drink. No jealousy, no reproaches. He agreed immediately. I walked over to the man with more confidence than I felt.

—Still up for that drink? —I asked.

—Did Roberto give you permission? —he asked, and there was something in his voice I didn’t like.

—Roberto doesn’t have to give me permission —I replied—. I only let him know.

He smiled for the first time. It was the smile of someone used to getting his way, and something in me was determined to prove to him that tonight would be different.

***

He took me to a downtown hotel, one of those with low bars and warm lighting. We ordered something without paying much attention to the name, and for a while we played at seeing who would give in first. I goaded him with words; he edged closer and then held back.

—I find it hard to dare —he finally admitted.

—Why? —I asked. —Is what you have in mind vulgar?

—I don’t know if you’d tolerate it.

—Come here —I told him, and took his hand—. Put it here.

I guided it straight under my skirt, between my thighs, until his fingers brushed the lace of my soaked panties. He stopped breathing.

—See? —I whispered in his ear. —Already wet. I’ve been thinking about your mouth all night.

That man didn’t understand half-measures: his fingers moved the lace aside and sank into my cunt without caring where we were or who might be watching. Two thick fingers went in to the hilt and tore a gasp from me that I barely managed to hide with a sip of my drink. He started fucking me with his hand under the table, slowly, staring at me while I tried to keep the face of someone who’s just chatting.

—What’s your name? —I asked, because I realized I didn’t know it.

—Héctor —he answered without pulling his fingers out—. And I’m dying to put it in you right now.

—Then take it out down here —I told him—. Let’s see if you’ve got the guts.

He looked at me hard, took my hand, and brought it to his crotch. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers, and when I squeezed him through the cloth he let out a low growl. I lowered the zipper just enough, slipped my hand in, pulled out his cock and wrapped my fingers around it. It was hot, thick, pulsing. I started jerking him off slowly, my thumb brushing the already wet tip, while he kept sliding his fingers into me under the table.

He paid without waiting for the bill and took me by the arm to the elevator, his trousers barely fastened and my soaked panties dripping between my legs.

***

When we got to the room, what started awkwardly turned into something else. Héctor lifted me by the waist, set me against the wall, and yanked my panties off in one pull. He tossed them to the floor without looking where they landed. He hiked my skirt up to my stomach, forced my legs open with his knees, and dropped to his knees in front of me.

His tongue found my clit on the first try, without searching, as if he had a map. He started sucking it with firm, steady pressure, closing his lips around it and tugging gently upward. He put two fingers in my cunt while he kept sucking, curving them forward until he found that inner spot that made my back arch against the wall.

—Fuck —I panted. —Don’t stop, like that, exactly like that.

He didn’t stop. He sped up his tongue, hardened his fingers, fucked my mouth downward while he fucked me with his hand. I felt my whole belly tighten, my legs starting to tremble beyond my control. I grabbed his hair with both hands and pushed his face against my cunt until I nearly drowned him.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t move.

I came in his mouth with a long spasm that buckled my knees. He kept sucking, slower now, swallowing everything that spilled onto his tongue, until I pulled his head away because I couldn’t take any more.

He half-carried me to the bed and laid me on my back. He lifted my legs, threw them over his shoulder, and buried his mouth in my cunt again. This time he sucked my lips, licked me from top to bottom, shoved his tongue inside me like a tiny cock. He made me come again, faster, dirtier, his face slick with my juices and never once taking his eyes off me from below.

He sat up, opened his trousers all the way, and pulled out his cock again. He grabbed it by the base and dragged it through the slit of my cunt, rubbing it over my clit, soaking the tip with what was dripping out of me. He was about to push it in, but by the way his thigh was trembling I could tell he wouldn’t last long. I made my move: I shoved him, knocked him onto his back, tore off his shirt, and yanked his pants down.

—Not yet —I told him, and took him in my mouth.

He was surprised. It wasn’t what he expected, and for a moment he didn’t know what to do. I took his whole cock into my mouth at once, down to my throat, and squeezed his balls with my other hand. I started sucking him hard, bobbing my head up and down, letting saliva run down my chin and soak his balls. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, licked the tip with a flat tongue, then swallowed it whole again.

He grabbed my head and pushed, fucking my throat with short thrusts. Whenever I felt his thighs tighten, I’d stop, squeeze the base hard with my fingers, and wait. I pulled that trick on him three times in a row until he started begging.

—Please, now, put it inside me, I can’t take it anymore.

—Beg better —I said, with his cock resting on my lips.

—Please, fuck me, let me fuck you, whatever you want.

I climbed on top. I grabbed his cock, lined it up at my cunt, and let myself drop all the way down in one go. We both cried out at once. I started riding him slowly, pulling almost all the way off and then sinking back down to the base, grinding my clit against his pubic bone with every movement.

—Like that, big boy —I told him. —Break the little slut.

He gripped my hips and started driving up into me from below, picking up the pace, making my breasts bounce. I leaned forward, put my hands on his chest, and drove myself down on him with all my strength. I came again, tightening around his cock in spasms that drew a long groan from him.

He flipped me over without pulling out, put me on all fours, and shoved it back in hard. He fucked me rough, one hand in my hair and the other on my hip, the flesh of my ass slapping against his belly with a wet smack. I felt a third orgasm rising from the soles of my feet.

—Not inside —I told him. —On my ass.

He pulled out, grabbed his cock, and came in jets over my buttocks, across the small of my back, a stream that reached all the way to the nape of my neck. I stayed there on all fours, feeling the semen slide between my ass cheeks and down my thigh.

He collapsed onto the sheets with his eyes closed.

—First time anyone’s done it to me like that —he murmured.

—Recover —I told him. —Because we’re not done yet.

He took me seriously. I waited, asked for something to drink, and when I felt him come back to himself, I slid between his legs and started again. I sucked his soft cock until I woke it up, licked his balls one by one, licked beneath them all the way to the perineum. When he was hard again, I climbed on him once more and made him come a second time, this time inside me, keeping him buried to the hilt through the last shudder. I lost count of my own.

***

After that he told me we were meeting a friend of his at another hotel. He asked if I minded, “just for a little while.” Something in his tone told me he’d already shown me off too soon.

The friend was a guy named Rodrigo, who had also been at the opening. Athletic, with graying hair and that self-assurance men have when they’ve never had to earn anyone’s respect.

—Well, look at the girl! —was the first thing he said, sizing me up—. So this is the little slut Roberto brought?

I stopped.

—I’m Mónica —I said calmly—. Operations director. Roberto is my assistant director. What I do outside the company is nobody else’s business.

Rodrigo looked at me with what might have been called respect, if he’d known what it was.

—Damn, what a catch —he said, without changing his tone—. Top prize.

—Thank you —I replied, holding his gaze without blinking.

There was a silence. Then, with something like curiosity, he asked:

—What if I gave you the chance to find out what I can do?

—Exactly what chance do you need? —I said, and turned around slowly, sizing him up with the same coldness he’d used on me.

Héctor stepped in before things could get any more tangled.

—I didn’t bring her here for you to try her out —he said—. Just to introduce her. But I warn you, you’re coming up short.

Rodrigo snorted. I stood up, swayed just enough that what remained in his memory would be exactly what I wanted, and held out my hand.

—Shall we go somewhere more comfortable? —I asked.

***

In the room, Rodrigo turned out to be a different man from the one who’d shown up at the bar. Taking off his jacket also took off the performance. Beneath it he had a trained body, a firm chest, and a cock that was already outlined in his trousers before I even got close.

I knelt in front of him and unzipped him slowly. I pulled out his cock, thick, long, veined, and took it halfway into my mouth. I started sucking it calmly, circling my tongue around the tip, letting him see it going in and out of my lips. I licked his balls, took them into my mouth one by one, went back up to the tip, and swallowed him whole.

When I felt him getting tense, I squeezed the base with my fingers and pulled off.

—Not yet —I told him—. When it’s time.

I made him sit on the edge of the bed, climbed onto him, and took him in without taking my eyes off his. I was still so wet from Héctor that he slid all the way in at once, and he swore against my neck. I started moving on top of him, squeezing him with the walls of my cunt on every downward stroke, setting the pace myself.

I felt him close for the second time and stopped him again, this time staying still on top of him, his cock buried to the hilt while he begged me to move.

—Hold on —I told him—. When I say so.

And when the moment came, it really came. He lay me flat on my back, opened my legs, and drove into me with all the rage he’d built up. He fucked me hard, with long, deep thrusts, grabbing my breasts with both hands and biting my nipples. I came out loud, tightening around his cock from the inside, and he came right after me, inside, his hips pressed to mine until the last drop.

Héctor watched from the edge of the bed with his cock in his hand; I didn’t ask if he approved. It seemed to me that this had been his idea from the start when he suggested we meet up.

That night I went back to the hotel parking lot alone, found my car, and drove home with my cunt leaking between my new panties, thinking that in the end Rodrigo hadn’t been nearly as lacking as Héctor said.

***

Days later I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize.

—Valeria? —the voice on the other end asked.

I stayed silent for a moment. I was in the office, with two coworkers nearby. I recognized the voice instantly.

—Yes —I said—. How are you?

—Good. Do you have time tonight? Meet me at the hotel where I left you, at nine.

—At nine —I confirmed, and hung up.

I stared at the phone. Not only had he confused me with Valeria: he still didn’t know my name after everything that had happened. I picked up my phone and sent him a voice message.

“One of your admirers called me by mistake. He’s waiting for you at the hotel at nine.”

Valeria didn’t reply. The time came and she still hadn’t called me. I got ready, chose the right dress, and went to the hotel.

***

Valeria was already sitting in the lobby when I arrived, ten minutes late. She stood up when she saw me, with a smile that was anything but innocent.

—You didn’t confirm the message —I told her.

—I wanted to see who it was —she replied—. Are we staying?

Before I could answer, I saw him come in. Rodrigo. He went to Valeria first, hesitated, looked at her, then looked at me.

—Are you Valeria? —he asked her.

—Who else? —she answered with utter calm.

—We met at that hotel, remember?

Valeria looked at him with completely innocent eyes.

—And what were we doing?

Rodrigo opened his mouth, then closed it. I took advantage of the silence.

—What he does remember —I said— is calling me a little slut the first time he saw me.

Valeria turned toward me with a perfect smile.

—Have you stopped treating us all like you picked us up off the street?

—Hold on —Rodrigo said—. I didn’t say that to you.

—You did to me —I replied—. And if you know what you’re doing in bed, then I’m very happy to be your little slut.

He burst out laughing. Valeria did too. Rodrigo took a little longer, but in the end he gave in.

***

We ordered drinks on a large sofa where the three of us fit, packed in tight. The drinks took a while to arrive, and by the time we had them in our hands we were already touching. Rodrigo did it with a delicacy that didn’t match the way he talked: he’d slid one hand under each of our skirts and was stroking the insides of our thighs patiently, slowly moving upward until he brushed the edge of our panties, then back down again. I felt Valeria open her legs a little wider beside me, and I did the same.

His fingers moved the lace aside and found my clit on the first try. He started rubbing it in slow circles while doing the same to Valeria on the other side. The two of us looked at each other, conspirators, keeping a poker face while he groped us under our dresses in the middle of the lobby.

—Her or me? —Valeria asked at some point, her voice slightly broken.

—Both —he said—. At the same time.

I asked for a room. I knew that hotel well.

***

Inside, Rodrigo sat one of us on each knee, hiked our dresses up to our waists, and ripped off our panties almost at the same time. He spread my legs and buried his face between my thighs while putting two fingers in Valeria’s cunt. His tongue worked my clit in fast circles, his fingers going in and out of her with a wet rhythm that could be heard all over the room.

He alternated. He pulled his fingers out of Valeria, sucked them in front of me, then buried his tongue in her cunt while putting his fingers all the way into mine. He knew what he was doing. Neither of us felt neglected.

—What delicious cunts the two of you have —he murmured, and it wasn’t an empty compliment: he said it while spreading our lips with his thumbs to lick us from top to bottom.

Valeria found my mouth and we kissed over the top of his head, our tongues tangled, while he kept eating us out below. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt for his nipples, already knowing where his weak spot was: he shuddered at every touch. I pinched them while Valeria pulled down his trousers and took out his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and started jerking him slowly while he kept his mouth buried in my cunt.

I came on his tongue within a few minutes, grabbing his head with both hands and riding his face. He kept licking me until I stopped trembling.

***

Valeria was the first to push him back and ride him. She laid him flat on the bed, climbed on top, and placed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. She took it slowly, controlling the pace from above, lowering herself little by little until she had it all the way inside, with a concentration I knew well.

Rodrigo watched her, then looked at me, and something on his face looked a lot like gratitude. I moved closer, put my breasts over his face, and he started sucking my nipples while Valeria rode him. She rose and fell with her hands braced on his chest, and with every descent she let out a low gasp, eyes closed.

When she was close, he put his hands on her hips and stopped her.

—Slowly —he said—. Like they taught me.

Valeria let herself fall onto his chest, panting, without pulling him out, his cock buried to the hilt. I came up behind her, stroked her back, moved her hair away from her neck. I spread her buttocks with both hands and ran my tongue over where she and he were joined, licking both of them at once. Both of them tensed. Valeria let out a long moan and started moving again, this time unable to control herself, riding him in short, quick thrusts while I kept licking her clit from behind.

She came crying out, her cunt walls squeezing his cock in waves. Rodrigo came inside her a second later, his hands dug into her hips and the veins in his neck standing out. She stayed still on top of him, legs stretched out and a smile I couldn’t see but knew by heart.

When she finally got up, a thread of cum dripped from her cunt and ran down her thigh. I leaned in and gathered it with my tongue, licking from her knee up to her groin. Valeria laughed, hoarse, and let herself fall beside me on the bed.

***

Then it was my turn. Rodrigo needed a little help getting ready again, but between Valeria and me we had him ready sooner than expected. I sucked his cock while Valeria licked his balls, taking turns around him, our tongues meeting at the tip, sharing him mouth to mouth. I felt him harden again against my palate within minutes.

I climbed on top and let him in slowly, feeling him recover inside me. I was still slippery from Valeria’s juices and his own cum, and I took him all the way in without effort. I started moving in circles, unhurried, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock.

Valeria lay beside me, kissed my neck, ran a hand over my belly, and brought it down to my clit. She started rubbing it while I rode him, with two fingers, in precise circles, the way a woman knows how to do. With her other hand she pinched one of my nipples.

—Good? —she whispered in my ear.

—Very good —I answered, breathless.

I came within seconds, tightening around his cock from the inside. Rodrigo tried to hold on but couldn’t: he came a second time with much less ceremony, a muffled sound and his hands gripping my hips as he emptied inside me. I stayed on top of him until he stopped trembling. Valeria kissed me on the mouth without stopping stroking me, long and slow.

***

I showered, dressed, and gave Valeria a kiss on the cheek.

—Next time —I told her— confirm the message.

Rodrigo was still in bed, eyes closed and wearing an expression that hadn’t been there when we arrived.

—Could I call you? —he asked without opening his eyes.

—If you don’t mix up the names again —I replied—. I’m Mónica. She’s Valeria. We’re nobody’s little sluts, though sometimes we make exceptions.

Valeria laughed. I did too. Rodrigo didn’t say anything else.

We went out together into the hallway, called the elevator, and when the doors closed Valeria looked at me with that expression of hers that meant exactly what I thought it meant.

—We should do this more often —she said.

I didn’t argue.