What Happened in the Kitchen While He Slept

Renata opened her eyes with the first light and felt along the empty side of the bed. Damián had already gotten up. It didn’t surprise her: the house in the mountains always woke him early, with its big windows and the scent of pine seeping in from everywhere. She sat up slowly, still heavy with sleep, and pulled on a silk robe that barely covered her body.

She was a woman with generous curves, very fair skin, and wide hips. Her tits, big and firm, shifted beneath the fabric every time she breathed, with her nipples already pressing hard through the silk. She knew the effect they had on men and, on that weekend morning among friends, she knew it better than ever.

She went down the wooden stairs barefoot. The party from the night before had left half-finished glasses on the table and a strange silence hanging in the air. Bruno was alone in the living room, sunk into the sofa, staring out the window.

—Up this early and already awake? —she asked, approaching him.

Bruno lifted his head. His eyes looked tired, his jaw tense.

—I couldn’t sleep —he said—. What happened last night with Daniela left me off. We argued over something stupid and she went to the other room.

Renata sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. He was a big man, broad-backed and pale-skinned, one of those who take up all the space wherever they are.

—Daniela is impulsive —she said softly—, but she loves you. By tomorrow she won’t even remember this.

When she leaned toward him, her robe parted a little and her tit brushed Bruno’s arm. It was a moment, just the heat of her skin through the silk, but both of them felt it. Bruno turned his face toward her and something in his gaze changed all at once.

—You shouldn’t do that —he murmured.

—I’m not doing anything —Renata replied, and she didn’t move away.

Even though she knew perfectly well what she was doing.

Bruno’s hand rose to the opening of the robe, wavering, asking permission without words. Renata didn’t stop him. She let his fingers trace the edge of the fabric, pull it aside centimeter by centimeter, until the silk slid off her shoulders and fell onto the sofa.

Bruno looked at her as if he had never seen a woman before. Her tits hung heavy, white, with pink erect nipples pointing at him. He leaned in and closed his mouth over one of them, first carefully, then with a hunger that made her arch her back. He sucked it deep, took it all the way into his mouth until it made wet sounds, nibbled the nipple and tugged at it with his teeth until a moan escaped her. Renata threaded her fingers through his hair and held him there against her, hearing her own breathing grow shorter.

—Slowly —she asked, without conviction—. They’ll hear us.

—I don’t care —Bruno answered against her skin—. Let them hear me sucking your tits, slut.

She felt her cunt soak at the word all at once. Bruno moved from one tit to the other, leaving them shiny with saliva, while one hand went down her belly to part her thighs. He slipped two fingers into her cunt without warning and found a hot pool waiting for him.

—You’re dripping —he murmured, amazed—. You’re dripping for me.

—Put your mouth down there —she asked him, not recognizing her own voice.

He went down little by little. He left a warm trail over her belly, paused at the navel, went farther down. He separated her thighs with both hands, opening her cunt wide, and stayed there for a second staring at it, pink and glistening, before burying his face there. When his tongue reached between her legs, Renata bit the back of her hand so she wouldn’t make a sound. Bruno’s tongue moved without haste, with a patience that undid her: he licked her lips, sucked her clit with his lips closed, pushed his tongue inside and came back up to draw slow circles that drove her crazy. She spread her thighs wider without thinking, offering herself, grabbing her own cunt with two fingers to keep herself open.

—Like that —she panted—. Eat me like that, don’t stop, don’t stop…

What had started as comfort had turned into something else. Renata stroked her tits while he licked her, pinched her nipples and squeezed them between her fingers, lost in the sensation, her head thrown back against the sofa. The sun now streamed fully through the window and warmed her skin. Bruno slid two fingers into her while still sucking her clit, and she felt the first orgasm climb her legs, short and sharp, a warning of what was coming.

***

Tomás woke up on the other side of the hallway. His wife was sleeping deeply, exhausted from the long night, and he got up without making a sound to get some water. When he stepped into the living room, he froze in the doorway.

Renata, completely naked on the sofa, was giving herself to Bruno’s mouth with her legs spread wide and her cunt dripping saliva and juice. Feeling someone’s presence, she opened her eyes and turned them toward Tomás. There was no shame. Instead, there was a slow smile, a hand sliding over her own tit and a finger she took to her mouth, sucking it slowly, a wordless invitation.

Tomás advanced as if he had been called. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down along with his boxers, and his cock sprang out hard and thick, already dripping from the tip. Renata saw it and licked her lips. She reached out, grabbed it by the base and, without taking her eyes off his, shoved it all the way into her mouth in one go. Tomás let out his breath between his teeth and put a hand on the back of her neck. She started sucking him hungrily, up and down, taking it all the way out to lick the tip and then swallowing it back down her throat, so far she gagged, filling her eyes with tears.

—Holy fuck —Tomás whispered—, how you suck it, how you suck it…

His hands found her tits at the same time, grasping them whole, squeezing them, tugging at the nipples until she moaned with his cock in her mouth. For a moment Renata’s head was a whirlpool: Bruno’s tongue below licking her cunt and ass, Tomás’s salty semen flavor filling her mouth, both sensations pulling her toward the same edge.

A thought cut through her, brief and sharp. Damián wasn’t there. Her husband wasn’t part of this. But the guilt lasted only as long as a blink, because immediately she imagined his face if he saw her like this, with a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her cunt, split between two men, and that —knowing he could enjoy watching her— lit her up even more. She ran her tongue over her saliva-filled lips and took Tomás’s shaft back down to the hilt.

Bruno pulled away from her cunt, mouth shiny, and went back up to her other tit. Bruno and Tomás settled onto her two breasts, one each, sucking and biting as if they’d rehearsed it. Renata held their heads, one in each hand, and moans began slipping from her before she could stop them. She lowered a hand to Bruno’s bulge, pulled his cock out of his pants, and started working him while Tomás rubbed her cunt with two fingers.

—Get up here —Tomás said, dragging a chair from the dining room.

He set her on all fours on the seat, with her tits hanging over the edge, her ass high and open. He positioned himself behind her, grabbed his cock, and ran the tip over the lips of her cunt, wetting it, rubbing it against her clit before sliding it in. He entered her in one stroke, all the way, without hesitation, with a thrust that made her scream and dig her nails into the seat.

—So tight —Tomás growled—, how tight you’ve got it, slut…

He started fucking her like an animal, slamming his hips against her ass with a sound that was both wet and dry at once, every thrust burying it to the balls. Bruno took the opportunity to offer her his cock again, hard and dripping, and she took it, alternating between the pounding from behind and the rhythm she set with her mouth. She sucked with her eyes closed, throat open, while Tomás split her open from behind.

The chair creaked with every movement, a dry squeal bouncing off the walls of the open kitchen. Renata was beyond any modesty. She felt Tomás’s palms land on her buttocks —hard slaps leaving her skin red—, the heat climbing up her back, Bruno’s cock plugging her mouth, and in her head the two fantasies merged until they blurred with the image of Damián standing in the doorway, watching how the two of them used her.

—I’m gonna come —she moaned around a mouthful—, I’m coming…

Tomás grabbed her hips and sped up, driving deeper inside her, and she came with Bruno’s cock buried to her throat, trembling all over, her cunt leaking down Tomás’s thighs.

***

And then the creak of the chair truly woke Damián.

He came down the stairs with his heart pounding in his chest and stopped on the last step. The scene in front of him should have shattered him: his wife, naked, on all fours, with one cock in her cunt and another in her mouth, between two of his best friends. But what he felt wasn’t rage. It was a wave of desire so strong he had to brace himself on the banister, his cock going hard instantly inside his pajamas.

He had fantasized about this for months without daring to say it out loud. Seeing her desired by others, seeing her lose control, seeing her turned into the slut he knew was inside her, knowing that afterward she would come back to his arms. There it was, happening, and he didn’t want it to stop. He pulled out his cock and started stroking himself slowly, watching.

Renata saw him and held out a hand without interrupting anything, with nobody’s cum yet on her and her mouth shining.

—What are you waiting for, my love? —she said hoarsely—. Come fuck me with them.

Tomás, with an accomplice smile, pulled his cock out of Renata’s cunt with a wet sound and moved aside, giving Damián his place. Damián positioned himself behind her, grabbed his shaft and started pushing it in slowly, savoring every inch of that hot, already-used cunt, feeling the other man’s wetness mixed with hers while his friends watched. Far from bothering him that they were there, it gave the pleasure a new edge. She was his wife, and he was sharing her, and she was tighter and wetter than ever.

—You’re a gorgeous slut —Tomás told her, stroking his shiny cock in front of her face—, an insatiable slut…

And the insult, far from offending her, made her shiver and open her mouth for him. She took it again, tasting herself on Tomás’s cock, feeling the mix of flavors on her tongue.

—Yours, my love —Damián answered against her ear, fucking her with deep thrusts—. You’re mine even when you give yourself to everyone. Mine when they suck you, mine when they fuck you, mine when you moan for others…

Renata gave a low, breathless laugh and leaned back toward Bruno. She took his cock between her fingers, weighing it, silently comparing it to her husband’s, and the difference amused her —Bruno’s was thicker, Damián’s longer—. She began using her mouth with a skill that drew a long moan from Bruno, sucking him and pulling him out to lick him from the balls to the tip.

They changed positions with a fluidity that seemed choreographed. Tomás lay back on the rug, his hard cock pointing at the ceiling, and Renata settled on top of him, back to him. She grabbed his shaft with her hand, placed it at her cunt and lowered herself slowly, impaling herself all the way down with a calculated slowness that made her eyes roll back. She started riding him, going up and down, her free tits swaying to the rhythm. Bruno came up in front, grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her mouth. Damián, standing beside her, offered hers and she took it with her free hand, working it.

Three cocks at once. One in her cunt, another in her mouth, another in her hand. Every part of her body occupied, every nerve vibrating. Renata felt like the center of something, owner and hostage of her own pleasure. Tomás was pounding her from below, Bruno was fucking her mouth slowly, Damián was caressing her tits with his free hand while she jerked his cock. She let go of Bruno’s cock for just a second, just enough to speak.

—Look at me —she asked her husband—. I want you to watch me while they fuck me.

And he watched her. He watched her like he had never watched her in years, with a mix of pride and madness, confirming with every moan of hers that fantasy that had cost him so much to admit. He grabbed her face and pushed his cock into her mouth himself, and she took it with a groan of pleasure.

The thrusts became faster, clumsier, more urgent. The kitchen filled with wet sounds, of asses against hips, of mouths sucking cocks, of muffled moans. Tomás tensed first, driving himself all the way in with a groan that shook his whole body, and he came inside Renata’s cunt in long spurts that she felt hot against the walls. Damián followed instantly, holding her by the hips and unloading his cum into her mouth; she swallowed it all, not losing a drop, then licked the tip clean. Bruno pulled out at the last second, grabbed his cock and finished over the skin of her belly, marking her with thick spurts that reached her tits.

Renata let herself fall among the three of them, breathing in ragged gasps and wearing a satisfied smile, Tomás’s cum running down her thighs, Bruno’s shining over her belly. The men laughed softly, exhausted, scattered across the floor and the sofa.

—Baby —she said then, turning toward Damián with a mischievous glint, running a finger through the semen on her belly and taking it to her mouth—, there’s still one place left.

—Where? —he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

—My tits. Nobody’s cum on my tits yet.

Iván, who had come down some time ago and was watching from the doorway without saying a word, his cock already out of his pants and hard in his hand, stepped forward.

—I can take care of that —he said quietly.

He approached Renata, who was still stretched out on the rug, splendid and spent, and straddled her chest. She pressed her tits together with both hands, forming a channel between them, and received his cock there, between the soft, warm flesh. Iván started fucking her tits, the tip peeking out close to Renata’s mouth with every thrust; she stuck out her tongue and licked it every time it appeared, while he moaned as she squeezed his nipples. It didn’t last long. A few minutes later Iván tensed and shot over her tits, thick spurts that ran down her cleavage and reached her neck, completing the tableau the other three had left half-finished.

***

Renata finally got up, covered in cum from belly to tits, amused by the mess they had made, and left the four men tangled in a lazy conversation about the night, the morning, and what would come next. She needed a shower.

She pushed open the bathroom door and stopped dead. The scene she found on the other side left her speechless for an instant. What she saw gave her, first, a shiver of discomfort; but as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, that discomfort turned into something else, into a hot curiosity she already knew well.

She smiled to herself. The door closed behind her, leaving the scene in shadow, like a preview of everything that weekend still had in store.