What Happened at the Country House with Our Third

After that second time, we repeated it many more. Always with the same script, even though the trust among the three of us grew night after night. The routine never changed: a themed dinner at home —Japanese, seafaring, Italian, grilled meats— and everything else cared for down to the last detail. The music chosen calmly. The lighting low. And, above all, the lingerie.

We would receive Daniel with the table set and the two of us already turned on. We spent the whole day thinking about the night, exchanging messages, turning up the heat from first thing in the morning.

Lucía would go to open the door for him. Always wearing something very shameless: impossible necklines, stockings, garter belt. She would get to the door already wet, ready. The moment she turned the handle they kissed, and Daniel’s hands ran over her ass over her skirt, groping, guessing what we had prepared for him. After that long kiss, she would lower her hand and search for his cock over his pants. Feeling it wake up under the fabric drove her wild.

During dinner there was always a brush of hands, a stolen kiss, a caress under the table. Small jolts, bursts of tension we saved for later.

And when dessert arrived, things would come apart. You can imagine. Glasses, laughter, too much of everything.

But what I really want to tell is something else. We wanted more. More time, more space, more freedom. So we decided to rent a country house for an entire weekend. We found a little house in Chinchón, with a garden, barbecue, and jacuzzi. We prepared it with the same care as always: food, clothes, music, everything. And it turned out like this.

***

On Friday we arrived, checked in, and set about putting the scene together. We told Daniel to come on Saturday at midday. When we closed the empty suitcases and looked around the house, everything was already ready.

It was May. Lucía dressed in a short, flared floral skirt, sheer stockings, heels, and tiny, semi-transparent panties that didn’t quite reach thong territory. I could barely stop looking at her.

Daniel walked in with that effortless manner of his. He hugged me and, right away, stuck his tongue into Lucía’s mouth. His hand went straight to her ass, as always, and because the skirt was so short he touched flesh at once. Tension. Excitement. Nothing else was needed.

On the dining table we had left some beers and snacks. The idea was to sit on the sofa and chat for a while, get things going. That was not possible.

Their lips never parted. They pawed at each other like two rutting kids. Her tits were out in seconds. Daniel sucked her nipples, which hardened like stones, kneaded her breasts, squeezed them. She pulled him toward the sofa and they kept kissing, groping each other for no apparent reason at all.

Lucía opened her legs. Daniel started caressing that cunt that had already soaked through her panties. Carefully he pulled the fabric down; she lifted her ass to help him. Between gasps, her sex was left bare. His fingers traced hot, wet lips, searching for the clit. When he found it, he began to rub it slowly. He slid his hand down, pushed two fingers deep inside her, and came back up. She came for the first time almost without warning.

—Put it in me —she asked.

Daniel turned her over, positioned himself between her legs, lowered his pants to mid-cheek, and without any further preamble shoved himself into her with one thrust. Her swollen, slippery cunt took him all the way in. He fucked her fast, intense, going in and out hard. She came again, and this time they both felt it raw, with nothing in between. The sensation of skin against skin drove them crazy.

He had to pull away. He was about to cum and didn’t want to yet. He wanted to stretch it out as long as possible. So when he saw she was getting there, he withdrew slowly, almost painfully. His cock came out coated in a thick flow that made a glossy bridge between the two sexs.

All that time I had been there as a spectator, almost like a camera, unable to look away.

***

Daniel sat on the sofa, looked at me, and crooked his index finger at me. I went over. He unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down along with my underwear, and left my cock bare, fully hard. He started licking it slowly, running his tongue from my balls to the glans, and right away swallowed it whole. He repeated the motion over and over. I held his head, following him, especially when he took me all the way to the back of his throat. I wouldn’t know how to properly describe what I felt.

Lucía watched us and masturbated. Seeing us like that only turned her on more. She came over on her knees and joined in, licking me alongside him, the two of them taking turns. Moans filled the room.

She wanted more cock. She raised herself a little and offered me her dripping cunt so I would fuck her. I put her on all fours and shoved my cock in hard, gripping her by the hips. She was soaked from her previous orgasm. While I was pounding her from behind, she kept sucking Daniel’s cock. She came again, trapped between the two of us.

When she stopped shaking, I thought of changing positions. I sat her up, kissed her, and while I kissed her I guided her toward Daniel. I placed her facing me, giving her ass to him. I spread her legs, took Daniel’s cock, and little by little pushed it into her cunt. I watched closely as it went in, as her lips opened, as her clit became hugely swollen. I knelt down and started eating her cunt while he fucked her. She settled herself so his cock would travel through her vagina and my tongue would lick her clit at the same time. I lost count of how many times she came in that position.

In the end she stood up, pulled Daniel’s cock out of her, and collapsed on the sofa, gasping, asking for water. Dying of thirst, overheated, exhausted. The three of us laughed.

At last we had the appetizers. We chatted half-naked, picked at some food, and took a short nap. We needed it.

***

Around six in the evening we went down to the jacuzzi. Things began calmly: the three of us relaxed, naked, chatting with the water up to our necks. Until Lucía took Daniel’s cock under the water and brought it to her mouth. The hungry expression on her face when that cock started to swell is something I’ll never forget. She sucked it, licked it, and swallowed as much of it as she could, all the way to the back of her throat. He, leaning back against the edge, enjoyed the blowjob with his eyes closed.

After that Daniel took her and sat her on the rim of the jacuzzi. He spread her legs and began eating her cunt. She threw her head back and came almost at once. Meanwhile, I positioned myself behind him and started jerking him off. His cock, hard as a rock, fit my hand perfectly. The excitement was at its peak. All three of us were on the edge.

Lucía got down from the edge. She needed a cock inside her. Daniel sat up to get closer to her, and it was me who, without letting go of him, guided his cock until it slid into my wife’s cunt. Because I was behind him, holding him, my own cock was pressed against his ass, hard, rubbing with every movement. When he started thrusting, my dick scraped over his cheeks with each shove. She came again, and the two of us squeezed ourselves tight so we wouldn’t cum. We wanted more. A little later we untangled that knot of bodies and relaxed for a while in the hot water.

***

We showered and went out to the patio, where the barbecue was. I lit it and we opened a few beers. Fire needs its time, so we sat down to wait. It was starting to get dark and the patio lights gave off a warm, almost romantic glow.

I started preparing the meat. I was busy when I turned to grab another beer and found Lucía leaning against the patio table and Daniel fucking her from behind. Her cunt was dripping with pleasure. He held her by the hips and shoved his cock into her all the way. The sight was spectacular. When they finished, laughing, they told me that had only been a break between courses.

We had dinner laughing, with a good red wine, and for dessert we had ourselves.

***

We went to the bedroom and lay down all three of us on the bed. We started touching each other, stroking slowly, without hurry. I wouldn’t even be able to tell you whose hands were whose anymore. Everything was slow, calm, warm.

Daniel slid between Lucía’s legs, sank his cock into her cunt, and started fucking her very slowly. He kissed her while he did it, tongues and sex tangled together. He moved his hips without rushing, but going very deep, all the way to the bottom of her insides. She felt every thrust and opened her legs wider, lifting her hips, looking for that cock to go even deeper.

They stayed like that for a good while. Then all at once everything sped up. Their hips fell into rhythm: he pushed and she rose to meet him. Again and again. The pace grew, became frantic, their bodies collided with a wet sound. When they met deepest inside, their faces said it all. The moans rose in volume until they came at the same time.

Daniel drove himself all the way in and came inside her. Lucía lifted her hips to feel all that hot cum, and he clenched hard, not wanting to pull out. They fell down, collapsed on top of each other, out of breath. When he pulled his cock out, semen slid down her cunt and stained the sheets. She could barely close up; there she stayed, open, shining. It was, without a doubt, the strongest orgasm of the night for both of them.

—Fuck me, baby —she told me then, searching for me with her hand.

I got into position and went in slowly. I don’t know what it was about that night, but while I fucked her slowly, she chained one orgasm after another. Every time my cock slid through her cunt, her sex throbbed, she moaned, and she came again. I lost count. In the end I came too, an intense release I had been holding back for hours.

—I love you. I love you —she moaned in my ear.

And that was how the first night at the country house ended. We still had the whole Sunday ahead of us, and none of the three of us had any intention of wasting it.