They Bet on Her on Her Birthday

It all started two weeks before Laura’s birthday. It was midnight and the two of them were in bed, their breathing still heavy after a long hour of fucking. Marcos was stroking her hair, her head resting on his chest, his semen still sliding down the inside of her thigh.

—I want to do something special this year —he said—. No family dinners. Something of our own. Just for us… and for the people who already know how we are.

Laura looked up.

—What are you thinking?

—A casino night. Somewhere private, away from everything. Suits, long dresses, champagne. But the stakes wouldn’t be money.

She propped herself up a little on one elbow. Her still-hard nipples brushed Marcos’s forearm.

—What would they be?

—Favors. With the women present. And at the end of the night… an auction. The grand prize would be you. Your cunt for whoever gathers the most chips.

Laura didn’t answer right away. She took it in slowly, feeling the idea run through her body from top to bottom and clench her again between the legs.

—Who?

—Diego, because he has the perfect house and he’s been looking at your tits every time we come over for a while now. Sofía and Pablo, who already know how this works. Nicolás, the college friend. And Sebastián.

—Your cousin Sebastián.

—Yeah.

Laura let out a short laugh, lowered her hand, and slid it under the sheet to Marcos’s cock, which rose again beneath her fingers as if it hadn’t finished ten minutes ago.

—Set it up —she said, squeezing her fist around his dick—. And make sure nobody shows up half-hearted.

She climbed on top of him before he could answer. She speared herself down hard, without using her hand to guide him, and started riding him with her mouth open and her eyes closed, while the idea of the casino settled between her legs like a promise.

***

Diego had a country house on the outskirts of the city: a big garden, a heated pool, a spacious living room with picture windows, and three guest bedrooms that smelled of old wood. When Marcos explained the idea to him by phone, Diego agreed before he’d finished the sentence.

—I’ll bring the blackjack table. I’ve had a casino roulette wheel in the garage for years, never used. I’ll set up the whole bar. And the bedrooms, well, you know what they’re for. With thick walls, so she can scream as much as she wants.

They arrived on Friday night. Laura wore a red dress with a side slit that climbed halfway up her thigh. Underneath, nothing: she had told Marcos that in the car, lifting the fabric a little to show him, and he spent the rest of the trip with his cock hard against his trousers. Sofía wore black, with her back completely bare and no bra; her tits showed through the fabric every time she moved. The men arrived immaculate: dark suits, ties, as if they were going to dinner somewhere formal.

Diego greeted them at the door with glasses of cava already poured. The room had been transformed: tables covered in green felt, chips stacked in neat columns, dim light making the rims of the glasses gleam. Jazz played from somewhere invisible.

—Welcome to Laura’s private casino —Diego said, looking directly at her, lingering on her cleavage and then sliding his gaze down the slit in her dress—. I hope the birthday girl has rested up. It’s going to be a long night.

***

Marcos explained the rules while they served the second round of champagne. Everyone listened standing up, glasses in hand, with that mixture of excitement and pretend formality that belongs to things that already know where they’re headed.

—Chips are won by playing. Blackjack, poker, and roulette. Each chip equals a favor: a kiss, a caress, taking off a piece of clothing, a dance, a blowjob, whatever you want to ask for. How far the favors go depends on what you agree on at the time, but tonight there are no limits. At the end of the night, auction: whoever has the most chips gets to fuck Laura for whatever she agrees to. I’m participating at the end.

Sofía lifted her glass toward him.

—And me?

—You’re the other prize on offer. Whoever wins the poker round can ask you for whatever they want too. Mouth, cunt, ass. Whatever they feel like.

Pablo, Sofía’s husband, said nothing. He just smiled with that smile he got when something turned him on badly. He’d been like that for years: watching men fuck his wife, enjoying himself with a hard cock without needing to touch, without needing anything more than that.

First round: blackjack. Sebastián won.

He looked at Laura for a moment, calculating, as if there were several options and he was choosing the best one.

—I want you to kiss me. Long. Sitting on my lap. And I want you to feel me underneath.

Laura walked toward him without hurry. She straddled him, her dress riding up to her hip, and immediately felt Sebastián’s hard bulge pressing against her bare cunt. She rubbed herself against him once, very slowly, and kissed him: not a polite kiss, but something deep, with her tongue all the way in, while Sebastián’s hands slid up her thighs, grabbed her ass under the dress, and pressed her against his cock. When they pulled apart, Laura’s lips were swollen and he had a wet stain on his trousers from her soaked pussy. Sofía clapped twice.

—Starting well —she said, licking her lip.

Second round: roulette. Nicolás won.

—Sofía —he said—. Take off the dress. Slowly. And turn around while you lower your thong.

Sofía got up unhurriedly, kicked off her shoes, and slid the dress down with the same calm she’d use in her own bedroom. She ended up in a black thong only, tits bare, nipples hard and outlined. She turned her back, bent over slowly, and pulled the fabric down, showing her ass first and then her shaved cunt between her open thighs. Pablo watched from his chair, eyes wide, his glass still in one hand and the other hand squeezing his cock over his pants.

—That’s more like it —Nicolás said, his voice a little rough—. Now come sit beside me with your legs open while we play.

Sofía obeyed. She sat naked beside him, legs apart, and Nicolás ran a hand along the inside of her thigh without taking his eyes off his cards. He slipped two fingers into her cunt without ceremony and kept betting, moving them inside her calmly, as if it were part of the game. Sofía pressed her lips together to keep from moaning while Pablo, on the other side, opened his pants without taking them off and started jerking off in silence.

Third round: poker. Diego won.

—Laura. Come here.

She went to him. Diego motioned for her to kneel in front of him. Laura did it without anyone saying anything else, with the composure that comes from knowing you’re exactly where you want to be. She opened his pants slowly, took out his cock already hard and big, and took it into her mouth in one go, all the way to the back. Her tongue circled the tip before going down, and then she started to suck for real: both hands clasped at the base, her mouth to the balls, a slow rhythm at first and then faster and faster, loudly, with saliva running down her chin and dripping between her tits. Diego grabbed her hair with one hand, not to force her, only to see her face while she sucked him. Laura lifted her eyes and looked at him with his whole cock inside her, and Diego let out a low groan. She pulled back at the last moment, when she felt him tense, and squeezed the base hard.

—Not yet. Let the night last.

She wiped her lower lip with her thumb, brought it to her mouth and sucked it, and returned to her place as if nothing had happened.

Marcos followed her with his eyes the whole way back. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white around his glass, and his cock was hard under his trousers.

—Keep going —he said—. This hasn’t started yet.

***

The following rounds lost the formality of games. They kept betting, kept counting chips, but the favors piled up without waiting for an official turn. Nicolás finished pulling Sofía’s thong off and put her on her knees under the table while he kept playing; she sucked his cock in silence while he asked for cards, and Pablo, from the other side, came for the first time into his hand without taking his eyes off her, his mouth slightly open. Sebastián yanked open the side slit of Laura’s dress, leaving it hanging from her shoulders, and squeezed her tits over the fabric with one hand while with the other he spread her thighs and ran his fingers through her wet cunt, playing with her clit while she tried to focus on the next hand.

—She’s soaking —he told Diego, showing him his shiny fingers—. Feel.

Diego licked them straight off Sebastián’s hand, never taking his eyes off Laura.

—I know.

Diego came up behind Sofía, slipped an arm around her shoulders, and talked softly in her ear while pinching her nipples. Sofía arranged her chips without paying him much attention, focused on her cards, though every so often a sigh escaped her and she arched her back against his hand.

When the final auction came, no one was keeping exact count anymore. Diego, Sebastián, and Nicolás had the biggest stacks. Laura had her dress pulled down to her waist, her tits out, and a dark patch of dampness on the fabric covering her ass. Sofía was outright naked, sitting on Pablo’s lap, and he was holding her from behind, absentmindedly stroking her cunt while he talked.

Marcos counted three times, compared, and smiled.

—A tie between the three. So I’m proposing something different.

—Say it —Diego said.

—The three winners go through with Laura together. They fuck her all three at once, if she wants. I come in at the end. Pablo can stay wherever he wants.

Pablo lifted his glass from the corner, Sofía still on top of him.

—I’m staying here. With mine. Thanks.

Sofía turned and bit his neck.

Laura didn’t wait for anyone to ask her opinion. She stood up, took the dress off completely, let it fall to the floor, and stood naked in the center of the room, her cunt shining between her thighs from the moisture collected all night. She set her glass down on the table and looked toward the hallway.

—Which room?

***

The main bedroom had a big bed with white sheets and a window overlooking the lit garden. Laura went in first and lay down in the middle, on her back, legs open and one hand rubbing her clit with two fingers, unhurried, while she waited. When the three men came in, still dressed, she looked at them from the bed with her tongue peeking out between her lips.

—Undress. All of you. Now.

They undressed without saying anything, with the urgency of having restrained themselves for hours. Sebastián was the first to climb onto the bed. He kissed her while standing on his knees, hands on her face, and then went down over her neck, tits, belly, until he buried his mouth between her thighs. He licked her cunt hungrily, his whole tongue from ass to clit, again and again, until Laura arched her back and grabbed his head with both hands.

—Yes, like that, suck me like that, don’t stop…

Diego climbed up behind her and offered his cock to her mouth; Laura turned her head and took it all the way in, without breathing, her tongue tracing its full length. Nicolás found one of her tits and started sucking it while he jerked off with his other hand beside her face.

The three of them ate her out for a long while. Sebastián didn’t pull his mouth off her cunt until Laura came with a low cry, squeezing his head between her thighs, and even then he kept licking her slowly while she writhed. Then Diego lay back and she climbed on top of him; she speared herself down hard, his whole cock inside, and started riding him with her mouth open.

—Fuck, how tight you are —Diego gasped, grabbing her ass with both hands and digging his fingers into her flesh.

—Shut up and fuck me hard.

Sebastián got behind her, kneeling on the bed, and spat on her ass before slowly pushing the tip in. Laura tensed for a second, took a deep breath, and kept moving on Diego while Sebastián drove himself in centimeter by centimeter from behind. When he went all the way in, she let out a long, rough moan, her head hanging and her hair falling over Diego’s face.

—Both of you, like that, don’t stop…

Nicolás knelt in front of her and brought his cock to her mouth. Laura opened her lips and let him in, and the three of them started moving at once, coordinating themselves as if they’d rehearsed it. Cunt, ass, and mouth at the same time, three cocks buried to the hilt, three bodies moving over hers. Laura could barely think. She came two more times before any of them were done: once with Nicolás’s cock in her mouth, swallowing saliva and muffled sounds, and once when Sebastián changed the rhythm from behind and gripped her hips hard.

They changed positions several times. They finished in her mouth first —Nicolás, both hands on the back of her neck, panting obscenities while she swallowed everything without letting a drop fall—; then Sebastián came inside her ass with a long groan, pushing all the way in; and Diego, last, turned her face down and fucked her from behind from above, gripping her hair, until he came inside her with his mouth against her ear.

They know what they’re doing, Laura thought at some point, her head tilted back and her eyes closed, other men’s semen leaking out of her cunt and ass. Marcos picked them well.

—Like that —she said out loud, breathless—. Don’t stop.

They didn’t stop.

Marcos came in when the other three were already exhausted and satisfied, sprawled around her in different positions, their cocks still shining and their breathing slow. He went over to Laura, looked at her marked up from what they had just done to her—makeup smeared, tits red, semen dripping down her open thighs—and kissed her mouth without saying anything, tasting what remained of Nicolás on her tongue.

—Are you okay?

—Better than okay. Fuck me now.

He fucked her slowly, alone, stepping between her legs and entering her used cunt with an almost painful slowness, looking into her eyes the whole time. He kissed her while he moved, their hands clasped above her head. The others watched from where they had ended up, saying nothing, with that stillness people have when they’re done. Marcos lasted a long time. When he finally came inside her, Laura had already come again, the fourth or fifth time that night, her mouth on his neck and her nails dug into his back.

When they finished, nobody spoke for a long while. Only the sound of the garden outside and the breathing of the five of them inside.

***

Saturday morning arrived smelling of coffee and toast. Diego had prepared breakfast on the terrace before anyone got up: fruit, eggs, juice, the rest of the champagne from the night before. Laura came down in a borrowed silk robe, half-open, with the marks of the three men’s hands still visible on her hips, and sat beside him, as he read in silence with a cup in his hands.

—Thanks for the house —she said.

—Thanks to you for the night —he replied, without looking up—. And for letting me join in like that.

Sofía and Pablo came down together. She wore one of his T-shirts that reached halfway down her thighs and nothing else; you could see finger marks on her thighs and a dark hickey near her hip. He wore his usual expression: calm, slightly dreamy, with that particular satisfaction of someone who’s spent hours watching exactly what he wanted to see while he jerked off slowly. Sebastián arrived last, hair tousled and eyes still half-closed.

—Any coffee left?

—Plenty of everything —Diego said.

Breakfast was long and unhurried. They talked about unimportant things: a trip someone had pending, the garden Diego wanted to redo in spring, a series Nicolás had started and couldn’t quite get into. Every so often someone made a reference to the night before—Sebastián asked Laura if her ass hurt, entirely casually, while pouring himself juice, and she said yes, quite a bit, and they all laughed—but no one needed to analyze it.

After coffee, Laura looked out at the pool. The water was blue and still under the eleven o’clock sun.

—Is anyone getting in?

***

The water was warm. They all got in naked, first with respect for the temperature and then with no respect for anything else. Sofía swam over to Nicolás and put her arms around his neck; soon she sat on his waist under the water and he entered her little by little, his hands squeezing her ass, while she bit his shoulder so she wouldn’t scream. Diego stood behind Laura and whispered something in her ear that nobody heard, while his hand sank between her buttocks. She turned and kissed him with her eyes open, and grabbed his cock under the water without stopping kissing him.

Pablo watched from the step at the corner, his arms resting on the edge and his feet in the water, his cock hard above the surface and one hand moving slowly over it. Every so often Sofía looked straight at him before doing something she knew he liked seeing: sucking Nicolás’s mouth, arching her back, letting them grab her tits. It was a game they’d had for years and the two of them handled with complete, silent precision.

Sebastián submerged himself, appeared behind Laura, and took her around the waist under the water. He pulled Diego aside with a look, lifted one of her legs, and entered her from behind, Laura’s back against his chest. Diego came to the front, grabbed her tits, and sucked her nipples while Sebastián fucked her under the water. She closed her eyes, let herself be carried away, let the warm water and the others’ hands blur the boundaries between one thing and the next. She came without a sound, biting her lip, with Diego looking into her face from very close.

The midday sun was high when they got out. They stretched out on towels around the pool, quiet and slow, their bodies heavy in a pleasant way. Nobody was in any hurry to do anything.

—Happy birthday —Marcos said, sitting beside her.

Laura glanced at him sideways.

—You already told me that last night.

—And I’ll tell you tomorrow too.

***

At noon they ate on the terrace. Diego had grilled meat, salads, more very cold white wine. Sofía put on a light dress, with nothing underneath, which the wind kept lifting, showing her shaved cunt, and everyone pretended not to notice while looking straight at her.

Nicolás raised his glass to Laura:

—To the woman who turned a birthday into something I won’t forget for years.

—Nor I the tight ass she has —Sebastián added, and they all laughed, including Laura.

Saturday afternoon dissolved into conversation, a nap or two, and two more rounds of sex that started without the structure of the casino this time. Sofía sucked Diego’s cock on the sofa while Nicolás fucked her from behind; Laura let Sebastián fuck her in the guest room while Marcos watched from the doorway and then fucked her himself, with his cousin’s semen still inside. Just bodies that knew each other well enough now to no longer need written rules.

***

On Sunday morning, the group began to disperse. Sofía and Pablo left first, the trunk packed full and her lips still slightly swollen, with that expression of someone who’s been fucked to exhaustion and doesn’t mind at all. Nicolás said goodbye with a long hug for Laura, one hand sliding down her back to squeeze her ass, and a very low sentence that nobody else heard. Sebastián stayed until the end, carrying his bag over one shoulder.

—Thanks, cousin —he said to Marcos at the door.

—Nothing to thank me for. You just promised next time you’d get in on it earlier.

Sebastián smiled and went down the steps to his car.

Diego stayed in the entryway while Laura and Marcos loaded the trunk. When she passed by him, he put a hand briefly on her arm, then lowered his fingers and brushed a nipple through her blouse.

—Whenever you want to do it again —he said—. The house is always here. And so am I.

Laura kissed him on the cheek, very close to the mouth.

—Count on it.

***

In the car, on the way back to the city, Laura watched the landscape through the window. Marcos drove in silence. They’d been like that for twenty minutes when she spoke.

—Next year I want something different.

—Different from this?

—Different in the details. The same in everything else. Just as intense. Or more.

Marcos nodded. He placed a hand on her thigh without taking his eyes off the road, and slid it up to rest directly on her cunt, over the fabric.

—Whatever you want.

Laura rested her head against the window and closed her eyes, with Marcos’s hand still squeezing between her legs. Her body ached in exactly the right way: her cunt swollen, her ass hot, her tits marked, with that satisfied heaviness that needs no explanation. She thought of Diego telling her the house would always be there, his fingers brushing her nipple. Of Sebastián asking for the first favor of the night with the calm of someone who knows he’ll be told yes, and then driving his cock into her ass all the way to the hilt. Of Nicolás coming in her mouth. Of Marcos entering at the end, as always, to remind her who she really belonged to no matter how many cocks had passed through her.

The best birthday of my life, she thought. And she fell asleep before they reached the highway, with all of them still on her skin.