We shared a car ride to Valencia and she pretended not to know me
Lorena and I have been together for nearly thirty years, and in an open relationship for more than twenty-five, one that never weighed on us. We live in a city on the Cantabrian coast, and although I’m not going to give our real names, what I’m telling you happened exactly as it did, no embellishment. We’re both pushing past fifty, we’ve been with other people, together and separately, and we’ve always talked about it without drama. If I’m honest, she has far more success with men than I do with women, and at this point that’s part of what turns me on.
She’s one sixty-five, brunette, with a body time has barely touched and blue eyes that can stop a conversation in mid-sentence. She’s fiery, though she takes a while to get going; once she’s in the thick of it, I’ve never known anyone who didn’t fall for her. I’m a normal guy, one seventy-five, neither fat nor thin, incredibly lucky that one day she set her sights on me.
The idea, like almost all of them, came out of my horny head. We had the chance to spend a week away, and we decided the getaway would start in Valencia, to catch a couple of shows and, incidentally, a swingers’ club or two. We’d drive there, and since our car is big and comfortable, I came up with something a little more twisted.
—What if we offer the spare seats on one of those ride-sharing platforms? —I told her one night.— We pay for the gas and, if you want, we play around a bit.
—Define “play around” —she said, already smiling.
—We pretend we don’t know each other. You’re just another passenger. I choose who gets in the car, and you decide how far it goes.
Lorena bit her lip. That was all the answer I needed.
***
The plan was simple. I’d drop her off two streets from the meeting point, and once the other passengers were already with me, I’d text her to come over and introduce herself to everyone, me included, as if we were complete strangers. We left early to arrive by lunchtime.
The two who had booked seats were called Adrián and Gonzalo. Adrián was tall, one eighty, dark-haired, with very short hair and a gym-built body without going overboard, about thirty-three years old. Gonzalo was older, forty-five, slimmer, not as handsome but with a calm presence, the kind of man who says little and watches a lot. They loaded their bags and we waited by the trunk.
I texted her. “The three of us are here already.”
When Lorena appeared around the corner, both of them fell silent. She looked spectacular: a white blouse that was almost sheer, knee-high boots, a gray pleated miniskirt, and a matching coat. Her makeup was understated, just the eyes lined, exactly enough for those two blue headlights to draw every gaze on the sidewalk.
—Hi, are you heading to Valencia? —she asked, looking at all three of us equally.
I offered to put her suitcase in the trunk, but she declined with a friendly smile.
—Don’t worry, I’ll do it.
And she bent over to shove the suitcase all the way in. The skirt rode up just enough to give us a view none of us would forget for hours: a thin strip of white thong that left nothing to the imagination. I felt my erection hit me all at once, and I noticed Adrián and Gonzalo exchange a quick look before silently fighting over the back seat.
***
Adrián won the spot beside her. Gonzalo settled into the front passenger seat. We set off and I told them the trip would take about five hours, with a couple of stops. We started with the usual small talk: where we were from, what we were doing. Adrián was single and was going to see a recently divorced friend. Gonzalo was traveling for work, married, three weeks in the city while his wife stayed home.
—And you? —Adrián asked Lorena.
—I separated four months ago —she said, with practiced calm.— I’m going to spend a few days with friends. After so many years of the same thing, I feel like letting loose.
—Letting loose from what? —he insisted.
—From behaving myself.
The silence that followed said more than a thousand words. In the rearview mirror I saw both of them widen their eyes, and I knew the game had really begun.
The first hour passed without incident. Then, little by little, Lorena let herself go. She said she’d gone to bed late and was going to nap. She closed her eyes, rested her head back, and, as if by accident, slowly let her knees part. From the front passenger seat, Gonzalo had a view that made him swallow hard. He nudged me discreetly to look. I had already adjusted the rearview mirror on purpose: I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Then she made her next move. She sank toward Adrián, curling up against his shoulder, forcing him to put his arm behind her neck. His hand ended up resting on her breast, first timidly, then stroking with more confidence. The tension inside the car was getting thick, almost tangible.
***
We reached the first stop and the three of us men got out. Lorena went to the bathroom. While we waited for her, Adrián said what we were all thinking.
—She’s smoking hot. And she’s clearly in the mood.
—No shit —Gonzalo said, rubbing the back of his neck.— I’ve spent the last half hour trying not to show it.
When we got back to the car, there was an attempt to negotiate a seat swap, but they couldn’t agree, and in the end I told them the back seat could fit three easily enough. They thought that was too brazen and preferred to keep things as they were. We got back on the road.
Shortly after, Lorena excused herself again to sleep, except this time the novelty was different: in the bathroom she had taken off the thong. She reclined again on Adrián, but now with her head in his lap and her hand under her face, in direct contact with a bulge that was obviously eager to be let out. He, emboldened, started stroking her thigh, climbing toward the curve of her ass, first gently, then with his whole hand, searching.
Lorena wasn’t asleep, of course. She adjusted her hand until she had Adrián’s erection through his pants. With every passing second she opened her legs wider, offering Gonzalo and me, through the rearview mirror, a perfect view of her arousal: the glistening wetness, the swollen lips, everything on display. Before we knew it, she had Adrián’s cock out and was licking it from top to bottom, slowly, taking it all the way to the back of her throat while he, with two fingers, went looking for her clit and drew the first moans out of her.
***
I wasn’t going to be able to keep driving like that much longer. I looked for the next rest area and found it empty, a secluded corner among the trees where no one would see us. The moment I stopped, the two in the back unbuckled and Lorena climbed onto Adrián’s lap, sinking down onto him with a long sigh.
Gonzalo didn’t waste any time. He unzipped and took out a sizable cock, an imposing one, and started stroking it as he watched. My wife, without stopping her ride on Adrián, leaned toward him and took it into her mouth in one single motion, as if she’d been waiting months for that moment. I took out my phone and recorded it. Even now it’s one of the videos I go back to most often.
I squeezed in between the seats as best I could. I caressed Lorena’s ass while Adrián hammered into her from below, and I brushed my fingers against the base of the cock that was filling her. It was hard, hot, slippery. I gave in and started licking; I licked my wife and, at the same time, I licked that cock giving her so much pleasure, not quite knowing where one ended and the other began. Lorena came in an orgasm that ran through her whole body, and Adrián tensed beneath her a second later, emptying himself with a rough groan.
***
Adrián was left weak, slumped back in the seat, but Gonzalo was still hard and wearing the look of a man who had no intention of stopping halfway. He got her out of the car, stripped off what little clothing she had left, and bent her over the hood, still warm from the engine. He slid into her with no effort, lubricated by everything that had come before, and began a firm, steady fucking, unhurried.
—Don’t move —he told her in her ear.— Stay exactly like that.
He was a dominant type, the kind who naturally takes the lead, and it showed that Lorena enjoyed letting herself be ordered around for once. He fucked her for several minutes, until he had wrung three orgasms out of her in a row, one after the other, until her legs were trembling on the asphalt. Only then did he ask her to kneel in front of him. She obeyed without protest, and he came over her face and into her hair, a lot of it, while holding her chin. Then he offered his cock for her to clean, and she did it slowly, looking him in the eyes.
***
By then I was at my limit. I’m not huge, but I’m big enough to satisfy my wife, and the exact size I like for what I enjoy most. I bent her over the hood again, put it into her pussy first to get it nice and wet, and then shoved it into her ass in one go. Lorena moaned and came again, and I let go the way I hadn’t in a long time, filling her while I clung to her hips.
The four of us stayed there catching our breath among the trees, half-dressed, laughing about what had just happened. Luckily I always carry a towel in the trunk. We helped Lorena clean up and get dressed, and then we resumed the trip as if nothing had happened, although by then no one was even pretending not to watch each other in the rearview mirror.
When we arrived in Valencia, we exchanged phone numbers. I did it to keep up appearances, playing along to the end. Each of us went our own way, and Lorena and I repeated the initial maneuver: I let her get out, she walked a couple of blocks, and I picked her up two corners later.
—So? —I asked when she got in.
—Not good —she said, her hair still tousled.— Incredible.
That vacation was one of the best I remember. Her reliving every detail of what two strangers had done to her by the roadside, and me, proud as an idiot to be the husband of a woman like that. There were other stories before this trip, and after as well, but I’ll leave those for another time.
