Threesome at the Hotel with My Partner’s Friend

I’ve always liked business trips for one simple reason: away from home, I become more brazen. My partner knows it well. The thought of me provoking, flirting, testing limits turns him on, and it gets me hot knowing that afterward he’ll want every detail. This time I traveled to a cold city in northern Europe to wrap up some meetings and, since one of his best friends lived there part of the year, I arranged to see him that very night.

I’ll call him Darío. Tall, well dressed, discreet—one of those men who seem calm until you look at their crotch after a couple of drinks. I’d spoken with him several times by message and in group video calls, always with that silly tension of knowing we liked each other and that we both thought about one another a little more than we should.

I arrived at the hotel at noon, left my suitcase, took a short nap, and then went out for a walk. I bought some stockings, a tight black dress, and a lingerie set I had no intention of wasting. At the hotel bar, one of the employees held my gaze a little longer than necessary while I had lunch, and I returned a slow smile—the kind that promises but guarantees nothing.

I went back to my room with bags in both hands, showered, and tried on the new clothes in front of the mirror. The dress clung to my body as if it had been sewn onto my skin. Without a bra, my nipples showed faintly, just enough to unsettle anyone with eyes. I looked at myself in profile, grabbed my ass with both hands, and liked what I saw.

Then I put on the hotel robe and sat on the bed to check my messages. Darío wrote that he would arrive earlier than expected. I still wasn’t ready and, to be honest, I wasn’t calm either. All day I’d been building up that heat between my legs caused by a mixture of anxiety, fantasy, and wanting someone to touch you as though they already knew you naked.

I slipped a hand beneath the robe and began stroking myself slowly. First my mound, then my lips, then my clitoris in slow circles, watching my reflection in the mirror across from me. I spread my legs a little farther and wet my fingers with my own lubrication. I was so absorbed in it that when the phone rang, I almost let out a moan instead of speaking.

—I’m downstairs —Darío said.

—Come up. I’m still getting ready.

I hung up, ran my hand over my pussy one more time, and went to open the door. I was wearing the robe closed, my hair was damp, and I hadn’t finished putting on my makeup. He came in with a restrained courtesy that amused me, because his eyes traveled over me from head to toe without the slightest bit of manners.

—I arrived too early —he said.

—You arrived at the perfect moment.

I kissed his cheek and let him in. He sat in an armchair beside the window while I went in and out of the bathroom on purpose, knowing he was watching me. He made no comment, but he didn’t disguise it either. When I came out wearing the dress, with nothing underneath but a tiny thong, the erection beneath his trousers was obvious.

—Is this all right? —I asked, turning slowly.

—Your partner is incredibly lucky.

I laughed. I came closer, took off my leather jacket, and let it fall to the floor. Beneath the black fabric of the dress, my nipples were hard and visible. I ran my hands over my tits, squeezing them lightly, and watched his mouth go dry.

—If you promise not to play the gentleman —I said—, you can touch what you’ve been looking at since you came in.

He stood slowly, as though he were still giving himself permission. When he reached me, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. He kissed better than I expected: firm, hungry, without rushing. I opened his mouth with mine, bit his lip, and felt him grip me harder. He was no longer my partner’s reserved friend; he was a horny man with a half-naked woman in a hotel room.

He slipped a hand around my back until he found the dress zipper. He lowered it little by little without stopping kissing me. When the fabric gave way, he pulled it over my head, and my tits were bare in front of him. He looked at them for a second and immediately lowered his mouth, sucking one nipple while kneading the other with his hand. I let out a rough moan and buried my fingers in his hair.

—Yes, fuck… like that.

He led me toward the bed without pulling away from my breasts. He knelt in front of me and slowly pulled down my thong, kissing my belly as he slid it down my thighs. When he left it on the floor, he opened my legs with his hands and stared at my wet pussy as though he had finally uncovered something he’d wanted for a long time.

He kissed the insides of my thighs, moving upward only slightly, brushing against me without touching the place where I needed him most. The waiting made me worse. I grabbed his head and pushed a little.

—Don’t tease me so much.

He smiled against my skin and finally ran his tongue from bottom to top. My legs went weak. He licked slowly at first, savoring me, then began opening my lips with his fingers to push his tongue farther in, firmer, deeper. I panted, one hand in his hair and the other clutching the sheet. When he slid two fingers inside me and moved them while sucking my clitoris, I arched my back and said his name without shame.

He knew how to use his mouth. He didn’t go at it roughly; he changed the rhythm just before I got used to it, licked me, sucked me, went back to his fingers, and curled them inside me until he touched the spot that makes me tremble. I came with his head pressed between my thighs, moaning, my face burning and my pussy pulsing around his fingers.

He pulled away only far enough to look at me. His mouth was shining with me.

—I want to fuck you —I said, still panting.

He hurriedly took off his shirt, belt, and trousers. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock was average-sized, very hard, with a slight curve that looked promising. He took a condom from his jacket pocket, put it on, and approached the bed as I spread my legs, still wet and sensitive.

He entered me slowly at first, pushing little by little until he was all the way in. We both exhaled at the same time. I ran my hands over his back, felt the tense muscles, and stared at him as he began moving inside me. The first thrusts were measured, as if he wanted to savor the entrance, but as soon as he felt how wet I was, he sped up.

The sound of his pelvis striking my body filled the room. He fucked me at a steady pace, going deep, and every time he withdrew almost to the tip, he drove back in all at once. I opened my legs wider to take him better, clung to his shoulders, and let out moans I no longer tried to hold back.

—Harder —I told him—. Don’t be gentle with me.

That was enough. He braced himself better on one hand and grabbed one of my tits with the other, squeezing it as he thrust harder. The mattress creaked beneath us. I felt his cock sliding in and out with that dense heat that drives me crazy, and when he brought two fingers to my clitoris while fucking me, I came again.

He stopped only briefly to let me enjoy the spasm. Then he turned me over and I climbed on top of him. I sat astride him, his cock still inside me, and began moving slowly at first, drawing circles with my hips. Seeing him beneath me, watching my tits bounce while I rode him, made me even hotter.

He grabbed my ass to help me sink down hard. I lifted myself until the tip was almost out, then dropped back down, feeling him fill me again. His hands rose to my nipples and tugged them just as I began to speed up. I came again on top of him, my legs trembling and my breathing broken.

It didn’t last much longer. He moved me firmly, giving me the thrusts from below now, and when I felt he was about to come, I pulled away. I removed the condom and knelt between his legs. His cock was still hard and glistening, and I took it in my hand before bringing it to my mouth.

I sucked the tip calmly, then took him deeper, relaxing my throat while massaging his balls with one hand. He moaned low, surprised by how obedient I had become in seconds. I had no desire to be dainty. I sucked his cock as though I wanted to drain him, taking it as far as I could and pulling back with saliva running down my chin.

—I’m going to come —he warned.

I tightened my lips, sped up, and didn’t pull away. He came in my mouth with a rough moan, barely pushing his hips forward. I swallowed slowly, then licked what remained on the tip. He looked at me as though he couldn’t decide whether to kiss me or fuck me again.

—Are we going to dinner now? —I asked, stroking his still-wet cock—. Or do you want to do it again?

—I want to see you clean it properly —he said, more relaxed now.

That made me smile. I began sucking him again while turning onto my side, offering him my ass and pussy. First he touched me with his fingers, opening me again, and then we settled into a clumsy but delicious sixty-nine. I had his cock in my mouth while he buried his tongue between my lips, and every time I sucked him deeper, he answered by licking me harder. I came again over his mouth, squeezing his face between my thighs.

Once he had recovered, he went to the bathroom and came out dressed. I was exhausted and delicious, my body limp and my crotch sensitive. We kissed at the door and he left. I locked it, lay naked on the bed, and fell asleep with the smell of sex on my skin.

***

I woke up around midnight hungry, with a dry mouth and a vivid memory of everything. I showered, put the dress back on, and went down to the hotel restaurant for something light to eat. Then, not yet wanting to return to my room, I went into the bar with a dance floor beside the lobby.

The music was low, the atmosphere intimate, and only a few tables were occupied. I ordered a cocktail and watched. That was when an elegant brunette woman in her thirties approached me with a confident smile.

—My partner and I saw you come in. Would you like to sit with us?

I looked toward the table. A man with a short beard, broad shoulders, and a shameless expression was waiting for me. I hesitated for a few seconds and accepted. She introduced herself as Vera; he was Bruno. They were on vacation, and their complicity showed in the way they brushed against each other, as did that freedom between them that didn’t require pretending they didn’t look at other people.

The conversation flowed easily. Bruno invited me to dance, and as soon as we reached the floor he put one hand on my waist and the other far too low. He didn’t beat around the bush. Neither did I move away.

—Your girlfriend doesn’t seem jealous —I said.

—Because she likes watching you with me —he replied close to my ear—. And I like the way you’re letting me touch you.

We returned to the table with the tension already exposed between the three of us. Vera brushed one of my nipples through the dress as she moved a lock of hair from my face, and that slight gesture aroused me more than I expected. Bruno kept making shameless comments about my body, my tits, the way I moved, and the best part was that she not only didn’t stop him—she smiled and held my gaze.

When she asked me to kiss her, I didn’t need to think. Vera had soft lips, a warm mouth, and a slow way of kissing that undid me. Bruno watched us, fascinated, with the expression of a satisfied male seeing two women kiss for him, but also with genuine desire. It wasn’t an act. He wanted to take part.

We groped each other at the table for a while, shamelessly. Bruno’s hand traveled up my thigh until it stopped a finger’s breadth from my pussy. Vera’s stroked the back of my neck and then one of my tits. An employee looked at us with the expression of someone who already knew how certain nights in hotels ended, and Bruno laughed.

—We’d better go upstairs —he said—. No one will interrupt us there.

We went to their room. I followed them inside with the feeling that I was getting into something there was no turning back from, and that excited me even more. Bruno closed the door, turned me toward him, and tore into a brutal kiss. Vera began unfastening my dress from behind. Between them, they removed it in seconds, leaving me in nothing but my thong.

—Don’t take it off yet —she said when I reached to pull it down.

I liked that tone. It wasn’t a harsh order, but it was clear. She approached my tits and began kissing them, one first, then the other, licking my nipples until they stood rigid. Bruno went into the bathroom for a quick shower, and Vera took advantage of it to slip a hand between my legs over the thong’s thin fabric.

—You’re soaked —she murmured.

—You’re not helping.

She smiled and bit my neck.

When Bruno came out, naked, I had to look him up and down without pretending otherwise. He was broad-bodied, just hairy enough, with a thick, veined cock that hung heavily before stiffening completely as soon as he saw me watching him. He beckoned me. I went to him, kissed his chest and abdomen, and ended up kneeling in front of his cock.

I gripped it with one hand, felt its weight, and began licking the tip before slowly taking it into my mouth. Vera kissed him while I sucked him off. That threesome game drove me wild. She moaned against his mouth, he exhaled through his nose, and I took him deeper, letting him slide over my tongue while one of my hands slipped between my legs to touch myself through the thong.

Bruno yanked it off me. Then he took me to the bed, made me get on all fours, and spread my cheeks with his hands to look at my swollen, wet pussy. I felt the tip of his cock slide over my lips, and then he began to enter. Thick, hot, firm. He pushed slowly until he was deep inside, and I let out a long moan of pure pleasure.

—Fuck, you take me so well —he said.

Then he really started fucking me. Not fast at first, but with deep thrusts, withdrawing almost completely and driving back in with intent. I rested my forearms on the mattress and pushed my ass backward to take him better. Vera knelt in front of me and brought one of my nipples to her mouth, sucking it while he pounded me from behind.

The combination was brutal: his cock entering forcefully, her mouth on my tits, her hand stroking my clitoris underneath. I moaned uncontrollably, spouting broken obscenities.

—Don’t stop… yes… fuck, like that… fuck me harder.

Bruno obeyed. He grabbed me by the waist and handled my body however he wanted, using my pussy with a drier, dirtier rhythm. Every time he slammed against me, my tits bounced in front of Vera, and she took advantage of it to lick them, barely bite them, and kiss my belly. I came with my face buried in the sheet, trembling while he continued inside me without letting up.

Then he wanted Vera’s turn. I lay to one side and began kissing Bruno’s neck, running my tongue over his chest, stroking his hard abdomen while I watched him fuck her. Vera moaned prettily, without exaggeration, her legs spread and her head thrown back. I moved closer to kiss her breasts, and she grabbed my hair to pull me toward her mouth.

Bruno pulled out and came over my tits. The hot stream landed between my breasts and on one nipple. Vera, without thinking twice, leaned down and licked his come off me with an obscene slowness that made me moan again.

The three of us remained naked on the bed, drinking something from the minibar and talking as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Bruno recovered his erection quickly. He looked at me and smiled when he saw me watching his cock again.

—If you want it, climb on.

He didn’t have to repeat himself. I got on top of him, wet my fingers with my own pussy, and guided his cock to my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, feeling it open me again, and once I had him all the way inside, I began moving in circles. Bruno grabbed my tits with both hands and pulled my nipples while I went up and down, setting the pace.

Vera positioned herself beside me and began kissing my neck. Then she moved lower, spread my thighs, and licked my clitoris while I rode her man. I nearly fell apart right there. Every time I sank all the way down, her tongue caught the exact spot. I came on top of Bruno with a filthy moan, losing my rhythm and collapsing onto his chest.

I was so exhausted that I lay down panting. They continued fucking beside me for a while. I remember watching their bodies move as sleep overcame me. I dozed off and woke in the early morning, with the television turned down low and Vera stroking my arm to say goodbye. I got dressed, kissed them both, and left the room with weak legs.

***

The next day, Darío texted me to invite me to a business dinner. I accepted. Shortly afterward, another message arrived from him, no longer so formal.

—Today you’re going to misbehave for me. I want to see you dressed as though you know exactly what you provoke.

I smiled when I read it. I went shopping and found a black minidress even more daring than the one from the night before, tight and low-cut enough to brush against recklessness. While I looked for shoes, he kept sending me increasingly filthy messages: that he wanted to suck my tits, fuck my mouth, see whether I obeyed when he talked to me like a whore. I answered because it turned me on, but also because I suspected my partner was behind this sudden boldness.

Darío came to pick me up that evening. He saw me in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup, and muttered a curse under his breath when he saw the dress. He came up behind me, groped my ass, and kissed my neck. His hands rose to my tits and squeezed them through the fabric.

—Dinner can wait five minutes —he said.

I thought he was going to take me right there, but he controlled himself. We went out, had dinner, and he behaved like a gentleman for almost the entire evening. Only the way he looked at me when other men turned to stare gave away the lust he was carrying. When we left the restaurant, he took a car he had reserved and drove me to a private club.

We sat in a corner from which everything was visible. There were women dancing, couples, single men—that expensive, slightly sordid atmosphere where everything can be bought except chemistry. Darío stroked my thigh beneath the table and asked me, now seriously, what I was willing to do.

—Whatever I feel like and whatever turns you on —I replied—. If there’s something I don’t want, I’ll tell you.

He nodded and kissed me. We ordered a dance at the table. The woman who came over was a brunette, flexible, with a beautiful body. She moved in front of us while Darío watched me more than her. At one point, an older man approached and, with the complicity of the atmosphere, invited me to dance for him. I looked at Darío.

—May I?

—Go ahead.

I sat on the stranger’s lap, moving slowly over his erection through his trousers. He lowered my neckline a little and sucked one of my tits without the slightest inhibition. I let him do it for a while, feeling Darío’s gaze fixed on us. I returned to the table burning.

He slipped his hand between my legs and immediately found out how wet I was. I sucked his fingers one by one without taking my eyes off him.

—Did you like the way your whore behaved? —I asked.

He kissed me hard in answer.

Afterward they took us to a private room with another woman, a blonde with a mischievous smile. She began dancing for us, then pulled me into the center and kissed me. She lifted my dress to my waist, put my back against Darío, and began masturbating me with expert fingers while he groped my tits. I came quickly, standing up, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream.

Then she sat me in an armchair. The woman knelt between my legs and ate my pussy unhurriedly, parting my lips with her tongue. Darío pulled out his cock and held it in front of my mouth. I understood immediately. While the other woman licked me until I trembled, he grabbed my hair and began fucking my mouth, slowly at first and then with more rhythm, as though he were using my throat to set the pace of his own pleasure.

I didn’t pull away. I held his thighs and let him enter as far as I could, breathing through my nose, swallowing him with saliva mixed with my own moans. The woman continued eating my pussy beneath me without lifting her head. The contrast between my mouth full of cock and my clitoris tormented by her tongue made me come again. Darío tensed and came in my mouth, pushing once more before pulling out.

Later, when he was hard again, he put on a condom and made me sit on him facing away. I lowered myself slowly until I was impaled completely. The woman alternated her tongue between my clitoris and Darío’s balls while I moved on that cock with my ass raised, feeling exposed and used in exactly the way I liked. I had two orgasms like that before he came inside the condom with a restrained grunt.

***

I thought the night would end there, but when we returned to the hotel we ran into Bruno and Vera in the lobby. We greeted each other with far too much familiarity to pretend innocence, and within minutes we were back in the bar, drinking and laughing. Bruno soon began telling Darío, in lavish detail, how well I had behaved with them the night before.

Darío listened with a delicious mixture of surprise and arousal. Vera kissed me in front of him. Bruno groped my ass without asking permission. No one seemed uncomfortable; on the contrary, the tension grew thicker until going up to their room again felt like the most natural thing in the world.

This time it began differently. Bruno took a harness with a silicone cock out of a drawer and asked whether a woman had ever really fucked me. I said no. Vera undressed without taking her eyes off me and began putting it on with obscene calm. Darío watched, clearly fascinated.

Bruno took me by the chin.

—If you want it, ask her.

I handed the harness to Vera and, already completely aroused, murmured:

—I want you to fuck me.

She smiled. She made me kneel and ordered me to suck the tip first. I obeyed. It tasted of silicone and lubricant, but the thrill wasn’t in the taste—it was in the soft humiliation of doing it in front of two excited men. Then she made me bend over the room’s desk, spreading my legs.

I felt the tip of the harness brush my entrance and then enter slowly. My pussy was so lubricated that it accepted it immediately. Vera began thrusting at a steady pace, measured at first and then increasingly firm. The slap of the harness against my clitoris with every thrust drove me crazy. I pushed my ass backward, seeking more, and she gave it to me, fucking me with a confidence I hadn’t expected from a first time.

I came that way, leaning over the desk, with Bruno and Darío watching me in silence. When I straightened up, panting, Bruno asked whether I still wanted a real cock. I had not a scrap of pride left.

—Yes. I want yours inside me.

—Earn it —he said.

Then I knelt in front of Vera and sucked her pussy hungrily, sliding my tongue between her lips while I stroked the still-wet harness. She gripped my head and guided me, rubbing herself against my mouth until she came. When she pulled away, I went to kiss Darío and let him taste her on my lips. That finally pushed him over the edge.

We divided ourselves up almost without speaking. Vera began undressing Darío. Bruno took me to the bed. I pressed my back against Darío’s chest, rubbing my ass against his cock while watching Vera suck Bruno’s shaft. Darío pinched my nipples hard, and I asked for more. When he tried to penetrate me standing up, we weren’t comfortable, so we moved to the bed. I got on all fours, and he began fucking me from behind with more hunger than on the first night.

He spanked me between thrusts, not too hard, but enough to make me arch farther. I told him to continue, not to hold back. Beside us, Bruno sat on the bed while Vera rode him facing away. The whole scene was too much not to lose my head: two cocks, two women, overlapping moans, the smell of recent sex filling the room.

At one point Bruno called me in a commanding voice. I looked at Darío. He told me to go. I approached Bruno, kissed him, and began sucking his balls while masturbating him. Then I ran my tongue along his perineum and went back up his cock, feeling him shudder. He genuinely liked it. He put me on all fours again and penetrated me with the same delicious brutality as the night before, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me backward to drive deeper.

Every so often he withdrew completely and slammed back in, leaving me breathless. I screamed into the pillow, soaked and surrendered to whatever rhythm he wanted to impose. When he came inside the condom, he let out a long moan and stayed still for a second, buried to the hilt.

When I turned my head, I saw Darío on top of Vera, penetrating her as they kissed. When he noticed me watching, he sped up and came soon afterward. The four of us were left panting, sweaty, satisfied. I could no longer stand on my legs.

We said goodbye after a while. Darío accompanied me to my room, and I thought everything was finally over. I was wrong.

When we entered, he kissed me again, now without an audience or outside games, just the two of us and the filthy exhaustion of the early morning. He slipped two fingers into my pussy while kissing me, and I melted immediately. Then he said he had no condoms left.

I looked at him for a few seconds and answered with the first thing that came to me:

—Then give it to me in the ass. You’ve earned it.

His expression changed. He kept kissing me while his fingers worked faster in my pussy. Then I knelt and sucked his cock for a while—long and deep—knowing I wanted to get him rock-hard again before offering him the last thing that remained.

I got on all fours on the bed. He stroked my ass, spat a little on his fingers, and began opening my anus with one finger, then two, slowly, without rushing. I breathed deeply, letting my body give way. Then he ran his cock between my wet lips, lubricated it well, and pressed the tip against my ass.

He entered slowly, with steady pressure. It hurt a little at first, that familiar burning when the body stretches, but I was so aroused and so open from everything that had come before that the pain quickly mingled with pleasure. When he was fully inside me, he stayed still for a second, moaning softly.

—Fuck…

—Move —I told him—. Don’t just sit there.

He began with short, controlled thrusts, then gradually found a rhythm. I held on to the sheet, pushing my ass backward to take him better. Feeling his cock in my ass after everything that night had brought was the perfect finishing touch: filthy, intimate, exhausting. It didn’t last long. He came quickly, squeezing my ass hard and remaining pressed against my back for a few seconds.

When he pulled out, we both laughed with that stupid exhaustion left after fucking more than we should. I offered to let him sleep there, but he preferred to leave. He got dressed, blew me a kiss from the doorway, and turned off the light as he went.

I stayed naked on the bed, my body used from head to toe, smelling of hotel, saliva, sweat, and sex. Before falling asleep, I thought about the message I would send my partner when I woke up. There was no way I could summarize it all. That night couldn’t be summarized. That night had to be told in full.