We Invited Her Ex to Our Revenge Threesome

Noelia had spent the entire afternoon preparing for the evening with an excitement she could barely contain. A long shower with her vanilla shower gel, the one that left her fair, freckled skin smelling sweet. Her brown hair brushed until it fell straight down her back. Fine black lingerie, the kind that hugged without squeezing. Candles on the table, a simple but lovingly planned dinner, and a bottle of red wine she had bought with the last of her paycheck.

Adrián arrived after eight with his usual smile and a bottle in his hand. Twenty-six years old, broad-shouldered, the gym evident in every movement. For an hour everything was perfect: the looks, the brushing of hands, the promise of what would come after dessert.

Then the phone vibrated on the table.

Noelia saw the screen before he could cover it. A name, Zaira, and a message that left no room for doubt: “Happy anniversary, handsome. Do you still think about me when you’re inside her?” His ex. The one who was supposedly behind him, months ago.

What followed was a curt argument. Her tears, his clumsy excuses, a silence that weighed more than any shouting. Dinner went cold on the table, the candles burned down to their saucers, and the wine remained unopened, another reproach on the tablecloth. There were no kisses or any of the things that had been promised. They fell asleep with their backs to each other, each on their own side of the bed, anger throbbing between them like an invisible third body. And yet there was something else in that anger, something Noelia took all night to recognize and that by the following morning had already taken the shape of a plan.

***

The next day the house was still dim, the candles extinguished and the bottle unopened. Noelia came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, her hair still dripping over her shoulders. There was no trace of the previous night’s tears. Instead, her green eyes were lit by something different, a difficult-to-name mixture of anger and a desire she had no intention of hiding.

She stood in front of Adrián, who was sitting on the sofa in his jeans, his T-shirt outlining his chest.

—Call her.

He looked up, bewildered.

—Now?

—Now. I want her to come. We’re going to get all the shit from last night out of our systems, the three of us. But she’s leaving knowing that she ruined our night. We’re going to be hard on her. She needs to understand that you don’t send messages like that and get away with it.

Adrián swallowed. The idea had already tightened the fabric of his jeans, and Noelia noticed.

—What if she comes thinking she can win me back? —he asked.

—Let her try. It’ll make her suffer more. And it’ll get us even more worked up. Dial.

Adrián dialed. Zaira answered on the second ring, her soft voice trembling slightly.

—Hello, handsome…

—Come to the house. Now. Noelia knows.

There were three seconds of silence. Then, in a tone that mixed surprise with poorly concealed hope:

—Do you both want to see me?

—Yes. Put on the burgundy dress, the one I couldn’t take my eyes off you in. And come prepared, because you’re not leaving here today without paying for yesterday’s little message.

Zaira let out a low, nervous laugh.

—Give me twenty minutes.

***

Twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Zaira came in carefully, as if she were walking on glass. The burgundy dress clung to a slim, toned body: smooth olive skin, a narrow waist, slender hips, and wavy black hair falling halfway down her back, smelling of argan. Her dark eyes sought Adrián first, with obvious longing, and only then Noelia, with a spark somewhere between fear and defiance.

—Hi… —she said softly, almost shyly—. Thanks for calling me. I didn’t know whether…

Noelia approached slowly, took her chin between two fingers, and forced her to hold her gaze.

—There are no thank-yous here, Zaira. You’re here because you ruined our night with your message. Today you’re going to make it up to us, and it’s going to hurt a little. Understood?

Zaira nodded slowly, her eyes shining.

—Understood. Punish me.

Noelia kissed her hard, biting her lower lip until she drew a moan from her. Then she gently pushed her toward the center of the living room.

—Take off your dress. Slowly. Let us get a good look.

Zaira obeyed. The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her in black underwear, her firm body breathing quickly, her ribs barely visible beneath her skin. Noelia removed her towel, sat on the sofa, and opened her legs without any hurry.

—Kneel down and eat me. With feeling. I want to know you’re making an effort over last night.

Zaira knelt immediately. She placed her hands on Noelia’s pale thighs and began licking her intensely, her tongue moving quickly, her fingers entering without asking permission. Noelia grabbed her black hair and pulled hard.

—Deeper. Last night you wanted to remind him what he had with you… now you’re going to find out what he has with me. Don’t stop until your jaw hurts.

Zaira moaned against her, genuinely exerting herself, her breathing ragged. Adrián took off his T-shirt and jeans and positioned himself behind her. He yanked down her underwear and took his time, his hands spreading her buttocks, before pushing inside.

—This is the only thing you’re giving today —he said, his voice hoarse—. And you’re giving it all. For screwing up our night.

Zaira let out a muffled cry against Noelia’s pussy.

—More… fuck… punish me…

Adrián began moving with force, deep thrusts driving Zaira’s body forward with every impact. The living room filled with the sound of skin against skin, muffled moans, and the three of them breathing raggedly. Noelia kept holding her head, setting the rhythm against herself, watching every gesture of the other woman with a cold calm, almost like a judge, enjoying both the pleasure and the control she finally felt over the situation.

—Look how much you like it —she taunted—. You love being punished while you eat the pussy of the woman who has everything now. Keep going. Not a second’s rest.

Zaira trembled, her eyes wet with exertion, but she did not slow down. Noelia came for the first time, pressing her face against her, her legs closing around her head for a moment before releasing her.

—Good girl. Now stand up for a moment.

***

Zaira straightened up panting, her face glistening, her hair disheveled. Noelia got on all fours on the sofa and looked at Adrián over her shoulder.

—Fuck me. In front of her. Let her see how you give me what she’s never going to have again.

Adrián entered her in a single thrust, all the way to the hilt. Noelia moaned loudly, exaggerating so the other woman would hear her clearly. Zaira remained on her knees, watching, breathing hard, unsure what to do with her hands.

—Come here —Noelia ordered—. While he fucks me, take care of your ex from behind. Do it properly. Let him feel how much you miss him.

Zaira crawled closer. She positioned herself behind Adrián, spread his buttocks, and began licking him with a devotion bordering on desperation, slowly at first, then with her whole tongue, moaning against his skin.

—Fuck… Zaira… like that… —he growled, thrusting harder.

Noelia laughed between moans.

—Look at her. She’s tending to you as if it were the last thing she’d ever taste in her life. Keep going. Make her come harder inside me.

Zaira alternated without pause, her tongue on him while Adrián fucked her relentlessly. The rhythm in the living room became a single thing, the three bodies fitting together in the same anger transformed into something else. Then Adrián pulled out of Noelia and went back to Zaira, this time harder, faster.

—Now you. On all fours.

Zaira got back into position, her back arched. Adrián entered her hard and began moving forcefully. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain she made no effort to hide.

—More… I miss you… fuck…

Noelia sat in front of her, spread her legs, and forced her to continue with her mouth.

—Eat me while you’re being punished. It’s exactly what you deserve for ruining our night.

Zaira obeyed, her tongue inside Noelia, her body trembling with every thrust. Noelia tugged her hair, setting the pace, enjoying having her there between them, with no escape.

Zaira came first, her whole body shuddering in spasms. Noelia followed shortly afterward, pressing her face against her one last time.

Adrián couldn’t hold back any longer.

—I’m going to come…

—In my mouth —Noelia ordered.

She knelt quickly. He emptied himself into her open mouth, and she kept it all inside. She looked at Zaira, sweaty, exhausted, her face marked by the exertion, and then leaned toward her.

She opened her mouth slowly and let it all fall over her face, onto her lips and the tongue that was still panting.

—This is for last night’s message —Noelia said, her voice hoarse and possessive—. Take this with you and remember it well. He’s mine. You’ve only been our release today.

Zaira did not reply. She silently picked up her burgundy dress from the floor, and for the first time all afternoon there was no trace left of the spark of defiance she had entered with.