Three Friends on the Way to the Country House

Monday began like any other day at the office, with the hum of the coffee machine, the stale smell of the hallway, and the four of us looking for five minutes of rest before returning to our screens. Érica came over to me with the look of someone who had a bomb on her tongue and needed to let it out right away. She leaned in slightly and whispered that she had fucked Darío in the storage room, riding on a chair as if she had been imagining it for weeks.

I stared at her with my mouth open, and just when I was about to react, the silence in the corner became awkward and the words slipped out louder than I intended.

—Darío fucked you? Fuck, Lía…

The other two looked up at once. Mara, who always seemed to be having fun even when she wasn't speaking, let out a brief laugh. Selene, more cautious, raised an eyebrow and jerked her chin at us.

—Not here —she said—. Let's go to the break room before half the floor hears you.

The four of us crowded into that small room with an old sofa, a refrigerator, and a window overlooking the back courtyard. Selene calmly closed the door, sat down with her legs crossed, and looked at Érica as if she were about to begin a proper interrogation.

—Come on, tell it properly. Don't give me half-sentences. Did you ride him, or did he bend you over something?

Érica, who outside that room always pretended to be the most reserved of us, suddenly let herself go. She said that first she had ridden him on the chair, gripping his shoulders while he held her hips, and then he had turned her around and fucked her ass while she touched her pussy with two fingers until she came trembling.

Mara let out a low whistle.

—So the boy fucks well.

—He fucks very well —Érica replied, no longer embarrassed—. Outside of sex he seems like a saint, but when he gets going, he gets going like an animal. And he doesn't just go at it brutally. He watches how you react, what you like, when to squeeze harder. He left me completely wrecked.

I tried to hide it, but Selene was watching me. She had that sharp look of someone who sees the things other people don't say. She smiled faintly and tossed out the line just for the pleasure of pushing where it hurt.

—You're not turned on by Darío's story. You're turned on by the way Érica tells it. And not as a friend.

I felt the heat rise to my face. My first impulse was to tell her to fuck off, but the truth was that I had been thinking about it for weeks. Maybe months. Érica and I had flirted in jokes that went on too long, touches that lasted too long, and looks we held a little longer than necessary whenever the others weren't watching.

I looked at her. She didn't look away.

—Okay —I said at last—. Yes. It turns me on. And we've talked about it once or twice. We want to try, but the moment never comes.

Érica swallowed and nodded with a shyness that touched me and aroused me at the same time.

Selene leaned back on the sofa, satisfied. She was single, though she was in an open relationship with a woman from another city, and she had that brazen confidence of someone who didn't ask anyone's permission to live as she pleased. She left us in silence for a few seconds, then made the proposal that changed the entire week.

—I have a country house booked for this weekend. I was going to go with my partner, but in the end she might only come for one night, or maybe not at all. A couple of friends of mine might come too. Adults, discreet, people I trust. If you feel like it, you can come with me.

Mara's eyes widened. I said nothing yet.

Selene continued speaking slowly, like someone making the rules clear before the game.

—There'll be sex if you want it. Between the three of us, with whoever you like, in whatever arrangement you feel like. A threesome, swapping, just watching, whatever. Nobody touches anyone without a clear yes. But there's one condition. From the moment you get into my car until I drop you back off, I'm in charge. If I tell you to sit down, you sit down. If I tell you to get naked, you get naked. If something makes you uncomfortable, we stop and that's it. No drama. No reproaches. Just play and discretion.

Mara shook her head with a nervous smile.

—I can't this weekend. But fuck, it's not because I don't want to.

Érica was the first to answer. She said that she and her husband had been discreetly opening up their relationship for months, so there was no problem on her end. I took a little longer, not because I didn't want to, but because saying it out loud meant acknowledging something I had kept hidden for far too long.

—My marriage has been sinking for quite some time. He does his thing, and I stopped feeling guilty about doing mine. So yes. I accept.

Selene smiled with the calm, dominant air that came to her effortlessly.

—Then Friday at seven, at the downtown station. Small suitcase. Only the clothes you need. I'll take care of the rest.

Before we left, Mara looked at us one by one as if she still couldn't believe what was happening.

—You are such fucking whores —she said, laughing—. And I'm terribly jealous.

We went back to our desks as if nothing had happened. Nobody mentioned it again all week, but the air had changed. Every time Érica and I crossed paths at the printer or handed each other a document, there was a tense thread between us. Sometimes she brushed my fingers when she passed me a pen. Sometimes I leaned over her desk a little too far just to smell her perfume.

On Thursday, Mara decided not to stay completely out of it. I found out at the end of the afternoon, when she appeared beside my desk, laid a folded piece of men's clothing on the table, and winked at me. They were black boxers.

—Darío confirms what Érica told us —she murmured—. And then some.

I burst out laughing, but the laughter came out trembling. Everything was speeding up.

***

On Friday I arrived at the station with a small suitcase and a restless pussy that had been aching for hours. Érica was already there, wearing tight jeans, a white T-shirt, and a light jacket that couldn't hide how heavily she was breathing when she saw me. We kissed each other on the cheek like any ordinary friends, though neither of us was fooling herself.

Selene appeared five minutes later behind the wheel of a dark car. She lowered the window, looked us up and down, and smiled.

—Get in.

We put the suitcases in the back. When I closed my door, I felt the solid thud of the central locking and a shiver ran through me. Selene started the engine and didn't speak for the first few minutes. Only a gentle playlist played through the stereo as the noise of the city fell behind us.

Then she spoke without taking her eyes off the road.

—First order. Take out your phones and put them in the glove compartment.

We did it without arguing.

—Second. I want complete honesty. If you like something, say so. If you don't like something, say so. If you're embarrassed, too bad for you, because I'm going to ask anyway.

—Understood —I said.

—Yes —Érica added, more softly.

Selene smiled faintly.

—Third. I want to see you nervous, but obedient. Érica, spread your legs. Lucía, put your hand on her and touch her thigh. Just her thigh, for now.

The air in the car grew thick. Érica obeyed slowly, parting her knees. I turned toward her and slid my hand over her thigh, covered by denim. It was tense and hot. I moved upward little by little until I was a few inches from her pussy.

—Like this? —I asked.

—That's good —Selene said—. Now look at her.

I did. Érica's lips were parted. Her chest trembled with every breath. I was burning too.

—Érica —Selene continued—, tell Lucía how Darío fucked you. But don't summarize. I want the details.

Érica swallowed and began to speak. At first she hesitated, but soon she let herself be carried away by the arousal of hearing her own voice. She told me how he had pulled down her panties in the storage room, how he had seated her on top of him, how his cock had gone in all at once and she had had to cling to his neck so she wouldn't moan too loudly. As she spoke, I gently squeezed the inside of her thigh. I felt her shudder.

—Keep going —Selene ordered.

—Then he turned me around —Érica said, already hoarse—. He bent me over the table. He spread my ass with his fingers, spit a little to lubricate it, and pushed it in slowly at first… and then all the way in. He was touching my pussy while he fucked me from behind. I couldn't even think.

Selene slowed down a little and looked at us in the rearview mirror.

—Lucía, now put it inside her pants.

I obeyed. I undid Érica's button with clumsy fingers and slipped beneath the fabric. She was wearing thin panties, already wet. When I touched her through them, she let out a short moan and rested her head against the seat.

—Fuck —she murmured.

—Don't come yet —Selene said—. We've barely left the city.

The journey continued like that, with small orders, measured touches, and questions that forced us to say out loud what we wanted to do. Selene made us describe what we liked about each other, what fantasies we had, whom we wanted to kiss first when we arrived. By the time we took the secondary road toward the mountains, I had two fingers between Érica's legs and she was panting, rubbing herself against my hand with restrained desperation.

—Take your hand out —Selene ordered at last.

I did. My fingers gleamed with wetness. Without thinking, I brought them to my mouth and tasted her. Érica let out a muffled sound that went through me completely.

Selene parked in front of the country house just as night was falling. It was a secluded stone building with a wide porch and no other homes nearby. The isolation aroused me more than any words could have.

We got out of the car. Selene opened the door, let us in, and locked it from the inside.

—Now we can begin —she said, turning toward us—. Get naked.

We looked at each other for barely a second before obeying. Érica took off her jacket, her T-shirt, her bra. I did the same, feeling my skin prickle in the coolness inside. Then we lowered our jeans and panties. Selene did not undress. She simply sat in an armchair in the living room and watched us as if the sight belonged to her.

—Come here.

We went over to her. She took me by the chin with two fingers, then did the same to Érica.

—Kiss each other.

Neither of us needed the order repeated. Our lips met with all the desire we had been holding back. The first kiss was clumsy with need, wet and open. By the second, we were really using our tongues, breathing through our noses, pressing our breasts against each other. I grabbed her naked ass and pulled her toward me. Érica put her hand in my hair and kissed me hungrily, as if she had been holding it back for too long.

—Better than I expected —Selene said—. Lucía, get on your knees.

I did so on the rug. Selene pointed at Érica's pussy.

—Eat her.

I didn't have to pretend. I spread her legs and brought my face to her wet sex, already open for me. I started with my tongue flat, moving upward, tasting her slowly. She smelled clean, warm, aroused. Érica let out a long moan and gripped my shoulder. I spread her lips wider with my fingers and pushed the tip of my tongue into her entrance, teasing it for a second before moving up to her clitoris.

—Fuck… right there… —she whispered.

Selene was still dressed, watching. That look made me even hotter. I sucked her clitoris gently at first, then with more pressure, alternating with slow circles. Érica began moving her pelvis against my face, losing her shyness all at once. I put two fingers inside her, curling them, and felt her tighten immediately.

—Don't get away —Selene told her—. I want to see you come in her mouth.

Érica moaned louder. I kept licking without lifting my head, fucking her with my fingers, wetting them thoroughly each time, until she began to tremble. Her orgasm came quickly, but it was no less intense for that. She came clutching the back of my neck, her legs taut and her moans broken, and I kept sucking her as her clitoris throbbed against my tongue.

—Fuck… fuck… —she kept repeating breathlessly.

—Very good —Selene said—. Now you, Lucía. Lie down on the sofa.

I reclined with my heart pounding. Érica was still recovering when Selene finally stood up. She took off her jacket, but not much else. She rolled up her shirt sleeves and sat between my legs. Seeing her almost fully dressed while I was completely exposed made me feel deliciously used.

—I want to see whether you were really that brave in the car.

She ran two fingers over my pussy and smiled when she felt how wet I was.

—Well, you were.

Without warning, she thrust two fingers into me. I let out a broken breath and arched my back. Selene wasn't caressing me; she was handling me. She began fucking me with her hand at a firm, hard pace while she pinched one of my nipples between the fingers of her other hand. I spread my legs wider, surrendering, and Érica knelt beside me to kiss my neck.

—Suck her tits —Selene ordered.

Érica obeyed, sucking on one of my nipples while Selene finger-fucked me faster and faster. I could feel the palm of her hand striking my clitoris with every thrust. It was dirty, direct, exactly what I needed.

—So you wanted to try it with a woman —Selene murmured—. Then try it for real.

She moved away for a moment, and before I could protest, she grabbed Érica by the nape and positioned her between my legs.

—Lick her.

Érica lowered herself without hesitation. Her tongue was less confident at first than mine had been with her, but her arousal made up for everything. She licked my clitoris, then my entire pussy, and when she found the rhythm, she made me lose all awareness of the living room, the house, and the rest of the world. Selene took advantage of it to put two fingers inside me again and fuck my mouth with her thumb, forcing me to suck it while Érica ate me.

I was already close. Very close.

—Don't come until I tell you —Selene whispered.

I held back my orgasm as best I could, moaning against her finger, my thighs trembling. Selene held me right there for endless seconds, keeping me on the edge, moving in and out without finishing me. When she thought I couldn't take any more, she said one word.

—Now.

I came with such a powerful spasm that I almost closed my legs around Érica's head. I moaned uncontrollably, digging my fingers into the sofa, while Selene kept moving her hand and Érica didn't stop licking me. I felt the long, messy, wet orgasm. When it finally ebbed, I lay panting and boneless.

Selene straightened up and looked at us with satisfaction, one of us on her knees and the other half-collapsed.

—We're off to a good start, but the best is still to come.

She went to her suitcase and took out a harness with a thick black cock, already lubricated. Just seeing it gave me another pull deep in my belly. She unfastened her pants, took them off, and adjusted the harness with a naturalness that left me speechless. Érica was looking at her just as I was: aroused and a little intimidated.

—The two of you have talked a lot about what you'd like —she said—. Now I want to see how much you can take.

She turned to Érica first.

—On all fours on the rug.

Érica obeyed. The sight of her raised ass, open for us, made my breathing quicken again. Selene knelt behind her, ran a hand between her buttocks, spit on her hole, and rubbed it with two fingers before slowly inserting one.

—Relax. I already know you like it.

Érica let out a moan that was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I moved around to the front, following a sign from Selene, and offered her my mouth. Érica kissed me desperately while Selene worked her ass with two fingers, opening her wide. Then she positioned the tip of the harness at her entrance and pushed in little by little.

Érica tensed.

—Breathe —Selene said firmly.

The fake cock entered slowly, stretching her. When it was all the way in, Érica let out a trembling gasp against my lips. I gently bit her chin and stroked her breast to distract her, though in reality I was getting aroused with every inch I watched disappear.

Selene began thrusting. Short and measured at first. Then deeper. The wet sound of the harness entering and leaving Érica's ass filled the living room. She was moaning nonstop now, propped on her forearms, moving her ass backward to take more.

—That's it —Selene said—. Look how much you like it, slut.

Érica let out a hoarse cry, and I felt my pussy throb just from hearing it. I rubbed her clitoris with two fingers from the front while Selene fucked her ass. The coordination between us was instantaneous: one setting the pace from behind, the other bringing her to the edge from the front.

—I'm going to come —Érica said, almost crying.

—Then come.

She came with a brutal tremor, tightening around the harness while I touched her and Selene kept fucking her ass without stopping. A louder, dirtier scream escaped her, and our saliva mingled in another quick kiss when she lifted her face toward me.

—Your turn now —Selene ordered, looking at me.

I turned around without arguing. She made me kneel on the sofa, leaning forward with my ass held high. I felt her hand spreading my buttocks, then her tongue, surprising me with a slow lick across my asshole. I moaned loudly. I hadn't expected it, and it almost melted me more than anything else.

—You've always wanted someone to do this to you, haven't you?

—Yes —I admitted shamelessly.

—Then don't hide.

She lubricated me thoroughly, first with her fingers, then with the tip of the harness. The first push opened me slowly. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. It hurt a little, yes, but it was a precise, sought-after pain, surrounded by pleasure. Selene was patient only at first. As soon as she felt my body give way, she began pushing it in more decisively.

—Fuck… —escaped me.

Érica appeared in front of me and kissed me while Selene fucked my ass from behind. The combination undid me. I felt every thrust travel up my spine, every impact of the harness sink inside me, every wet sound of the contact. Érica sucked my nipples, slipped her hand between my legs, and began rubbing my clitoris rapidly.

—Like that, like that, don't stop —I told her, now utterly shameless.

Selene grabbed my waist and began thrusting harder. The sofa creaked beneath me. I pushed backward almost reflexively, taking her better, asking for more with my body even when I lacked the words. Érica noticed how close I was and sped up with her fingers, soaking my entire vulva, brushing my clitoris exactly the way I liked.

—I want to hear you ask for it —Selene said.

—Fuck me harder —I moaned—. Harder. Don't stop.

And she didn't stop. She fucked me hard and steadily, hitting my ass with the hips of the harness, while Érica masturbated me until I went crazy. I came screaming both their names together, with an orgasm that emptied me out and left me trembling between them. Selene still gave me several more thrusts during the spasms, pulling loose moans from me each time.

When she pulled out, I had the absurd sensation of suddenly being empty.

The three of us collapsed onto the rug, sweaty and breathless. Selene caressed my belly for a moment, then began to laugh—not mockingly, but with the insolent satisfaction of someone who had arranged exactly the night she wanted.

—And this is only the arrival —she said.

Érica turned her head toward me. Her cheeks were red, her hair disheveled, and her expression was as happy as it was indecent. I kissed her mouth calmly this time, still tasting our sweat and the flavor of what we had just done.

—If the weekend continues like this —I murmured—, on Monday we won't even be able to look at each other in the office without remembering everything.

Selene stood up and gathered our suitcases.

—That is precisely the point.

We followed her naked down the hallway toward the bedrooms, knowing that the night had barely begun and that the secluded house would still hear many more moans before dawn.