What Happened on That Trip Was a Three-Way Affair

It all happened a couple of months after I met my boyfriend, the man who is now my husband. I met him in May, at a club in my city, and our graduation trip had already been booked since before then for July, right when exams ended. So when I got on that plane we’d only been together a few weeks, but long enough that we’d already gotten used to fucking every weekend and sneaking the odd quickie between classes.

We chose Sardinia for the beaches, the price, and the nightlife. There were more than a hundred of us, split between rooms and apartments in the same resort. I got on best with Carla and Noelia, my two friends from all through college. We decided I’d share a room with Noelia, while Carla stayed with Rubén, her on-off boyfriend, in another room.

I can’t say much good about Rubén. He was the typical guy who only cared about himself, with no regard for anyone else, and yet Carla followed him around as if no other men existed in the world. Love does strange things, I suppose.

The first few days were always the same: beach in the morning, some cultural outing in the afternoon, and early to bed. Noelia and I skipped the parties the guys threw in the apartments. I was also breaking in some new bikinis, the kind with two triangles tied at the back and a thong that barely left a mark. I was dying to go home and see the look on my guy’s face when he discovered the white lines on my brown skin.

***

It was a quiet Thursday. With no excursion that afternoon, the three of us went down to the resort pool to sunbathe. Carla was acting weird; she’d had another fight with Rubén, and to make him jealous she took her top off in full view of everyone, showing off a chest she was very proud of.

A group of guys came over to tell us the party had already started in one of the apartments, this time together with another end-of-course trip from the same degree program, but from the University of Murcia. One of them, the boldest, couldn’t take his eyes off me. I was lying on my stomach, half my ass out because of the thong, and I could feel his stare fixed on me. I liked that he was more interested in my ass than in Carla’s tits.

He offered to put sunscreen on my back. I wanted to refuse, but before I could say anything I already had a cold blob sliding between my shoulder blades. His name was Dani, I found out later. He asked me to untie my bikini top so he could spread the lotion better, and since I was lying face down I didn’t mind. His hands slid down my back, then over my thighs, slowly back up to brush my butt cheeks. That was when I sat up, tied my top, and thanked him, making it clear that was enough.

When they left, Noelia looked at me with her mouth open.

—You wouldn’t have noticed because you were face down, but the pig groping you had a horse cock —she blurted out.

—What a bastard! —I exclaimed.— Is that why you kept staring at him?

—Of course. The tool he was packing under his swim trunks was huge and you didn’t even realize —she laughed.

We went back to being the three friends, laughing together. Carla took the chance to insist: we had to go to the party that night. Noelia refused, I was undecided, but in the end we gave in and agreed to go with her “just for a bit and then we’ll leave.”

***

I went down to the party wearing one of my guy’s old T-shirts, long enough to pass for a dress and short enough that half my ass showed underneath. In the kitchen of the apartment, turned into a makeshift bar, they made me my first rum and coke. It all happened amid introductions, kisses, and chatter. Carla disappeared as soon as Rubén showed up, and I stayed with Noelia and a group of guys.

I had three or four drinks while chatting and making fun of the most obnoxious professors. A lot of people were already wasted. At one point, one of Noelia’s classmates said they were two people short for a card game at the living room table. Noelia had been stuck to Marcos, her hookup for the night, for a while, and she pleaded with me with puppy eyes to come with her. I gave in.

There were more people than chairs, so Marcos suggested each girl sit on her game partner’s lap. Noelia ended up in Marcos’s lap; I, by coincidence, ended up on Dani’s, the sunscreen guy’s. I was wearing only the T-shirt, with nothing underneath but the thong, and when I settled myself the bare skin of my ass made direct contact with his thigh. His leg was burning hot under my bum, fresh from my last swim.

—Impossible to lose, today’s my lucky day —he said, offering me a liter bottle of rum to share. It was obvious he meant to get me drunk.

We started playing in pairs. I held the cards and he told me which ones to play, whispering in my ear with every move, just like the other couples did. We won the first game and celebrated by drinking. In the second, his right hand slipped free to stroke my knee under the table. In the third it was already sliding up and down my thigh as he pleased.

—If you don’t take your hand out from between my legs, I’ll cut it off —I whispered through clenched teeth, without losing my smile.

—I’m willing to sacrifice parts of my body for one of your caresses —he replied, not stopping.

Then the hand around my waist slid down to knead my bare ass, barely covered by the thong strap. He was attacking me from both sides while I hid it with silly little laughs everyone thought were the alcohol. I was extremely good at playing dumb.

—Before the night’s over I’ll have you up against the wall —he said crudely.

—Keep dreaming —I told him, though the truth was that his persistence was starting to turn me on.

When his hand moved decisively, reaching for the fabric of my panties, I couldn’t think of a better defense than to slam my legs together and sit fully on his lap, back to him. It was worse. I drove his hard, throbbing erection right into the middle of my butt cheeks. Then I understood Noelia’s surprise at the pool: the guy was definitely well-endowed.

I wanted to be naughty. Discreetly I started rocking back and forth on him, and I felt him squirm. Suddenly I was the one in control, the one who had him at my mercy. A hidden dance, with the rest of the table oblivious to everything.

—You’re going to make me come —he warned me, swallowing a gasp.

—I’m sure you won’t even get your swim trunks wet with that little thing —I teased.

Luckily for him, someone suggested we ditch the cards and start dancing.

***

I ran to the bathroom to calm down and pee. When I pulled down my thong, I found I was wet, hornier than I wanted to admit. My bikini top was soaked from my last swim, so I took it off and left it hanging to dry in the shower. I didn’t realize my T-shirt was wet too, and when I came out, in the light, my nipples showed straight through it. In my state, I didn’t care. That bastard Dani had done it: I was completely drunk.

I found him waiting for me outside the bathroom. We danced, he got his hands everywhere, and he ground his hardness against my ass while I twerked against him. Until Carla showed up, got scared seeing me so out of it, and pulled my wrist over to a sofa. She made me drink water. I thanked her for saving me from myself. The last thing I clearly remember is Carla and Rubén kissing beside me, already reconciled, while I let sleep take me.

Through a haze, I heard Carla telling Rubén to carry me in his arms to their room, which was closer than mine. I dropped like dead weight onto a rumpled bed that wasn’t mine. I didn’t care much. I just wanted to sleep.

***

I woke up in the middle of the night with my head about to split open. I went to the bathroom, tripping over underwear on the floor, peed, drank as much water as I could, and rummaged for a paracetamol in Carla’s toiletry bag. I looked at myself in the mirror: a mess, the T-shirt stuck to my breasts, making everything see-through. I took it off before lying back down.

I thought about my guy. About how well he fucked me, about how turned on I got when he was angry with me. I missed him. I imagined it was him pulling off my thong, desperate, holding me face down and giving me what I’d been building up all night. Without realizing it, I started stroking myself under the sheets. I took off the thong, tossed it on the floor, and let my hand do the rest.

I didn’t smother the moans. I rubbed my clit with one hand while with the other I slid two fingers into myself. My whole body trembled in spasms. When I came, it was a jolt that ran from my feet to the nape of my neck. I fell asleep, exhausted and naked under the sheets.

***

The sound of keys and three voices woke me: Rubén, Dani, and a third I didn’t recognize. I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, grateful to be covered by the sheet after masturbating.

—Because of this drunk bitch I fought with Carla again and she went off to sleep with her friend —Rubén was complaining—. Take her wherever you want, I just want Carla back with me.

—Fuck, if only you knew how much she’s been getting me hard all night —Dani replied, yanking the sheet off me to lift me in his arms.

He left me naked in view of the three of them. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.

—She’s completely naked! —Rubén exclaimed.

—We can’t take her out into the hallway like this, we’ll be asking for trouble —reasoned the third, who from his accent I guessed was the guy from Murcia, from the other university. He seemed the sanest one, and I placed all my hopes on him.

They sent him to the bathroom to find my clothes in the mess. As soon as he walked away, I felt Dani’s weight as he sat on the bed and his hand sliding up my thigh to my ass.

—This one won’t wake up till tomorrow, she’s hammered —he whispered.

—You’re such a bastard! —said Rubén, sitting down on the other side and starting to grope me too.

I couldn’t believe it. They were pawing at me with four hands, taking advantage of my helplessness. I swear I would have got up to smash their faces in, but the shame of being naked had me paralyzed.

—What the fuck are you doing? —the guy from Murcia caught them in the act when he came back.

—Shhh, shut up, you’ll wake her —Rubén cut in.

—I’ve been dreaming about having a threesome with this one and my girlfriend ever since I met her —he confessed, to everyone’s surprise, mine included. What a bastard, I thought, I don’t know how, but you’re paying me back for this.

—We’d better go and let her sleep, we could get into serious trouble —insisted the Murcia guy, the only sane one.

—Trouble for what? We didn’t undress her. She was like that when we came in, and the three of us can testify to that —Dani defended himself—. I just want to get myself off, I’ve been bursting all night.

From the noises I gathered that he’d taken off his trunks and was jerking off at the foot of the bed, looking at me. The Murcia guy protested, but Dani shut him up:

—Either you shut the door and keep quiet, or you get out. She doesn’t know a thing.

A while later, Rubén also stripped and joined in from the other side. Even the Murcia guy, much to my regret, finally gave in to temptation: “One wank each and we’re out,” he said. I kept pretending to sleep, with three men silently shaking themselves around me. If it weren’t for all the tension I’d built up, I’d almost find it funny. The truth was I was starting to get wet again.

***

I felt Dani climb onto the bed, straddling my legs. The softness of his glans brushed one of my cheeks as he masturbated. I had to hold myself back from exploding. And then I felt it: a thick liquid splattering my back, my lower back, my butt cheeks. I was surprised by how much there was, and how long it took. With my guy it was always just a few drops.

I admit there’s something that turns me on more than anything in the world, and that’s watching a man come. It pissed me off not to be able to look. I felt his semen sliding over my skin and, against all odds, it turned me on.

—Fuck, you really drenched her —Rubén commented, getting up to take his place near my face.

I opened my eyes just enough. He was getting himself settled to jerk off inches from my mouth, and the size I saw made it clear where Carla’s obsession came from. He dragged the head of his cock all over my face.

—What a filthy little mouth the bitch has —he said before coming in gasps. Warm drops hit my cheeks. The look I must have had was worth seeing.

To my surprise, the naughty thrill of picturing the scene from the outside —my best friend’s boyfriend trying to fuck my mouth— had me getting wetter and wetter.

—We’ve left the Murcia guy the best part —Dani said when he came back from the bathroom—. Let’s turn her over and have him come on her tits. I want to see her from the front.

The Murcia guy hesitated, but between Rubén and Dani they rolled me over and left me on my back at the edge of the bed. Now I was completely exposed. Far from feeling only shame, the dampness between my legs turned persistent. For a moment I felt like a goddess.

—She’s completely shaved! —Rubén exclaimed.

—Fuck, she smells so good —murmured the Murcia guy, kneeling between my thighs.

Four hands spread my legs by the ankles while another two held me from under the butt cheeks. Six hands on my body. I felt his hot breath between my legs, his face brushing the inner sides of my thighs, and a moan slipped out that I could no longer hold back.

—Uhm…

—I’d say this one’s getting wet —the Murcia guy said, and the word made me laugh so much I had to hold it in.

Then he licked me from bottom to top along my entire length, and my body twisted without my being able to stop it.

—Mmmmh —I moaned louder, giving myself away.

—This tastes fucking amazing —he commented.

I opened my eyes for a second. The Murcia guy was blond, handsome, with defined abs; he looked like some Barbie’s stolen Ken. He straightened up and started rubbing his cock all over my pussy, lingering on my clit, while the other two pried my legs wider apart.

—Uuuhm —I wasn’t pretending anything anymore.

—Tell me this bitch isn’t wet —he asked.

Rubén and Dani explored with their fingers. “She’s soaked,” Dani confirmed. And it was true. My fluids shone in full view of the three of them, in the silence of the room where only my moans could be heard. The tension was thick enough to cut.

—Let’s see if we can make her come in this state —the Murcia guy said, never stopping rubbing against me.

I stopped pretending to be asleep. I opened my eyes fully, looked him in the face and, instead of pushing him away, I spread my legs a little wider myself. Nothing needed to be said. What began as the dirty little secret of three opportunists became, the moment I looked at them, something I decided: how far, with whom, and how. That night I discovered that they never had the control, no matter how much they were jerking off thinking I was asleep. I had it all along, from the pool onward.

***

What happened after that I’d rather keep to myself. I’ll only say that the sun was already coming in through the window when the three of them left, and none of them ever looked at me the same way for the rest of the trip.

I never told my guy. Today he’s my husband and he still doesn’t know, just as he still doesn’t know about other things that happened that summer. I saw Carla the next morning, dark circles under her eyes and smiling, bragging about making up with Rubén. I smiled back without saying a word. Some things are better left between the people who were in the room.

Kisses.