What My Boss Asked Us Two For Ended Up With Three

Several weeks had passed since Ingrid left the company, and nothing in the office routine seemed to have changed. Until that morning, when Carmela, the director’s secretary, called me on the intercom and asked me to come up to Don Esteban’s office. We only went to his office five or six times a year, and never by chance. Something smelled off.

Carmela met me in the anteroom. Before letting me in, she straightened the collar of my blouse and, with a gesture I had never seen from her, left two buttons undone. The lace of my bra showed just barely over my chest. She is strict, serious, one of those women who never smile without reason. That is why I stared at her.

—Go in, he’s waiting for you —was all she said, and she left the door half open on her way out.

I sat down in the armchair in front of the empty desk and smoothed my skirt. Don Esteban came in behind me without my hearing him, and rested one hand on my shoulder as he greeted me with the other.

—How do you feel here, Marina? —he asked, circling around the desk.

—Fine. Like I matter —I answered.

—You always have. Even more so today, because I need you to help me with something Ingrid left me thinking about before she went away.

It was the first time he had used tú with me. I noticed, but I kept my formal tone. He talked about the ideas the German woman had dropped: working from home, the lack of closeness among the female staff, the outdated uniforms. I nodded, though my mind was elsewhere. The way he looked at me had nothing to do with spreadsheets.

—And between you women, is there real trust? —he asked, leaning over the desk—. Sometimes you seem more like rivals than coworkers.

—With time we’ve gotten to know each other. We know each other’s weak spots.

—Does getting to know each other include knowing who’s after whom?

I held his gaze a second longer than I should have.

—Almost always. And I assure you that in my group we all like desire. The more, the better. We all like a good cock when the chance comes up, and none of us acts innocent. You men don’t know because you live shut up in these offices.

—I have my doubts.

—Test us —I said, surprising myself.

***

He wanted to test my theory right away. I asked Carmela to call Lucía with an excuse, a folder that had been left on my desk. Lucía showed up a few minutes later, intrigued. When she came in, Carmela also loosened the top buttons on her blouse and placed a chair right in the director’s line of sight.

—Sit down, please —he told her, leaning over the desk to get a better look at her. He pushed the folder aside without opening it—. You’re one of the best put together. Elegant, formal. Would you be up for using tú with me?

—I don’t know. I’d have to try —Lucía replied.

Don Esteban stood up, went over to her, and took her hand. He hugged her gently. Lucía leaned in and kissed him.

—Sorry, it slipped out —she murmured, blushing.

—I liked that kiss. I’d like another, but now dedicated to that new tú. Will you give it to me, or shall I take it?

They kissed for a long time, openly, with tongue, and I saw Esteban’s hand slip inside Lucía’s half-open blouse and squeeze one breast over her bra. She let out a low moan, and he pinched her nipple between two fingers until she arched. I had thought Lucía would take longer to break that barrier, and I was wrong. When they pulled apart, both of them were breathing differently, and Esteban already had a hard bulge pressing against his trousers that neither of us bothered pretending not to notice.

The subject of uniforms served as an excuse to stretch the afternoon out. That the skirts were too long, that the blouses looked like convent wear. I picked up the stapler and, half jokingly, folded the hem of my skirt up until it was above my knee. I gave Don Esteban quite a show, and he thanked me with a look that was anything but formal.

—Your legs should be shown off more —he said.

We tested the idea with Estefanía, who still hadn’t left. She came running in with a skirt in her hand, pulled her pants down in front of everyone without the slightest shame, and slipped it on. Don Esteban made her bend over, squat down, check the length from every angle, under a practical pretext nobody believed anymore. The four of us laughed, complicit, perfectly aware of what was happening beneath the appearance of a work meeting.

—When they aren’t formal meetings —he said as he saw us out—, I’m Esteban, and you can all call me tú.

He kissed each of us. To Lucía and me he slipped a folded note. Confirm for me today. Tonight, at the usual bar.

***

In the parking lot I showed Lucía the note. No need to talk it through. I replied with a message made of one emoji, the thumbs up, and he answered with another, hands together, as if saying “understood.”

We rushed out to buy dresses. We chose almost identical ones on purpose, to look like sisters. Expensive, tight, both showing enough cleavage and thigh in just the right measure. When we walked into the bar, several heads turned. Esteban stood up and hugged both of us at once, without a hint of formality, happy as a child.

—You’re gorgeous. Even the dresses match.

—We picked them with the new uniforms in mind —Lucía joked, and the three of us laughed with our mouths almost touching.

The margaritas arrived strong. I don’t know whether he ordered them that way on purpose, but after the first one I was warmed right through. Lucía started humming an old song and we sang it under our breath, toasting, forgetting the prejudices we had brought on with our dresses. Esteban watched us like a man who still couldn’t believe his luck.

—I toast to the two women I love most —he said.

—And we toast to you staying the boss forever —I answered, lifting my glass—. Inside, you’re in charge. Outside too.

By the time we ordered tapas, the only thing we wanted was no longer on the table. Esteban called a taxi that took us to a hotel where he had a suite booked by the company. We went up in a private elevator, the three of us laughing at nothing, hands already searching for one another inside the lift. I slipped my hand over Esteban’s trousers and squeezed his hard cock through the fabric while Lucía ate his mouth. He groped both our breasts at once, one hand on each, until the ding for the floor sounded.

***

Lucía won the race to the bathroom. Esteban and I were left alone for a moment, rubbing against the wall, still half dressed. He slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress, admired it, and spread it carefully over the bed, as if it were worth more than we were. Then he shoved me against the wall in my thong and bra, knelt down, pulled the string of my thong aside with one finger, and gave me a lick from bottom to top that made my knees shake. He repeated the gesture two, three times, until my cunt was dripping down my thigh. He had to hold me by the hips so I wouldn’t fall.

When Lucía came out, I took my turn, and I deliberately took my time. I spied on them from the half-open door, letting them find each other on their own. Watching them so impatient made me hotter than taking part. Lucía was already on her knees in front of him, sucking his whole cock all the way down, her hands braced on his thighs and her eyes closed like someone praying. Esteban held her by the nape of the neck and set the rhythm, forcing it into her until she gagged and a thread of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth. Between the two of us we finished stripping him, taking off his trousers, his shirt, everything in the way.

—This time he’s yours —I told Lucía, gently pushing her toward him—. Give him everything you have. Suck him until you know him by heart.

—And you?

—I’ll watch. Enjoy it and make him enjoy it.

I was insanely turned on, much more than I expected. Esteban pulled me over to sit on the edge of the bed with my legs open in front of his mouth while he laid Lucía down on her back and sank into her in one long thrust that made her howl. His tongue was firm on my cunt, patient, moving up from the perineum to the clit with an attentive pressure that caught every jolt from me. He sucked each outer lip one by one, pushed his whole tongue inside, then closed his lips back over my clit until he had me bucking. I hugged Lucía, who had her head thrown back on the mattress, and bent down to kiss her stiff nipples while he buried himself in her to the hilt. I bit one with my teeth and she let out a hoarse cry. Esteban’s cock came in and out shining with Lucía’s juices, and I saw it all from above, with his mouth still eating me.

—It really doesn’t bother you that I’m with your friend? —he panted between thrusts, lifting his mouth from my cunt for a second.

—On the contrary. It was my fantasy, and it’s coming true. Keep going, fuck her properly, break her, and remember me. Put it all the way in to the balls.

He grabbed her by the ankles, threw them over his shoulder, and started taking her with hard, noisy thrusts that made his balls slap against Lucía’s ass. Her tits bounced with every drive, and I held them in both hands to steady them. He kept eating me while he fucked her, and that combination—his rough tongue on my clit, Lucía’s moans getting sharper and sharper, the thick smell of sex in the room—had me teetering on the edge in just a few minutes. Lucía let out a sharp cry, the one she always made when she was about to come, and she came with her back arched and her thighs trembling with each spasm. He followed a second later, pulling his cock out just in time to empty his hot cum over her belly and tits, thick ropes that stained her all the way up to the neck. I, with his mouth still pressed to my cunt and watching semen run between Lucía’s breasts, let go at the same time and splashed Esteban’s face with my own orgasm. The three of us stayed tangled together, breathing hard, laughing without really knowing why, with the semen still warm and drying on our skin.

***

Lucía fell asleep against his chest. Esteban looked at me with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

—I want you too, Marina. I want you to know this doesn’t end here.

—I know. And it gives me more pleasure than you think to have watched you fuck her.

—Can I call Gerardo? So neither of you has to be left hanging.

I hesitated. Gerardo wasn’t exactly my favorite person; he had a reputation for being quick off the mark, for finishing before he even started, for coming in two minutes and leaving the woman wanting. But the night was far from over, and I was still burning, my cunt swollen and throbbing with wanting more.

—Call him —I said at last—. Maybe I’ll teach him a couple of things.

Gerardo arrived quickly, flushed, as if he had run there. He barely said hello. He smacked my ass, the blow stinging even through the dress, and then another, harder one that made me jump.

—I’ve wanted to find you free for a long time —he said, sliding his hand under my dress and going straight in between my legs.

—You should have earned it —I shot back, yanking off his shirt—. Without leaving me hanging, the way you left the others.

It worked. His tone changed; he got serious, almost vulnerable. I laid him back in the armchair, opened his trousers, pulled out his cock, and stared at it: thick, hard, with a vein raised across the top. I started slowly, with my mouth, licking him from the balls to the tip, pausing at the frenulum, sucking the head while I squeezed the shaft with my hand. The moment I felt he was too close, that his hips were lifting off the chair on their own, I stopped cold, gripped him hard at the base with my thumb and forefinger, and waited for the urgency to pass.

—I like men who can hold out —I whispered in his ear, my hand still closed around him like a ring—. Men who last. The hasty ones are no use to me. Learn to hold back, and then I’ll let you in.

I tortured him like that several times. I took him back into my mouth to the throat, sucked him until I saw his thighs tighten, and just then I pulled him out and squeezed the base until he learned to breathe deep and swallow the impulse. Then I climbed on top, took him inside myself, and forbade him to move. I fucked him myself, riding him slowly, rising and falling with my soaked cunt swallowing every centimeter, and he endured it with his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, obedient. When I finally let him thrust for real, when I put myself on top and told him to fuck me the way I deserved, his orgasm was long, on time, different, with four spurts I felt throb inside me one after another. I came with him, squeezing him with my legs crossed over his back so he wouldn’t slip out until the very last drop. He stared at me as if I had revealed a secret to him.

—Do it like that every time and you’ll be a champion —I told him, and we both laughed.

***

We took Lucía home at dawn and the three of us went back to mine. The moment we crossed the door, Esteban and Gerardo took over from me with laughter and hands everywhere. They let me go to the bathroom for a moment to get ready, and when I came out wearing nothing but a robe, they complained.

—No, not like that. We want you in the dress.

They put it back on me, and they stroked me through the silky fabric before yanking it up. They ripped off my thong in one pull, without a hint of gentleness, and left it hanging from one ankle. Gerardo sat on the edge of the bed and made me ride him facing him, impaling me on his cock with one downward push that tore a long gasp from me. Esteban shoved me by the shoulders until I was bent over Gerardo’s chest, spread my ass cheeks apart with both hands, spit on his fingers, and smeared my ass well before sliding into me from behind, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, while I bit Gerardo’s neck so I wouldn’t scream.

I felt them both at once, one in my cunt and the other in my ass, separated only by the thin flesh that divided them inside. They started moving alternately, one going in as the other came out, in a rhythm we found among the three of us, with neither of them pulling out.

—More pressure, both of you —I begged them, my face buried in the shoulder of the one in front of me—. Deep. Tear me apart between you, don’t stop.

They bit my neck, scratched my back, yanked at my hips with a force I answered by digging my nails into their thighs and arms. I bit into Gerardo’s chest until I left the mark of my teeth, and I let Esteban mark my back with bites that climbed from my waist to my nape. I spread my legs wider and they both won that extra inch I had left, sinking all the way in to the balls on each side of me. I stopped them for a moment, still inside me, feeling their cocks throb at the same pace a few millimeters apart, and that was enough to drive them wild. They started pounding into me at the same time, out of rhythm now, each chasing his own, until they emptied themselves together with one final violent shove that filled me front and back, cum streaming down my thighs, and ripped a hoarse cry from me that caught in my throat. I stayed still, sitting in Gerardo’s lap, with both of them still inside, feeling their cocks shrink as the warm semen slid between my legs and soaked the sheet.

We collapsed the three of us onto the rug, wrecked, laughing at the bruises and scratches as if they were war trophies.

—Sorry about the marks —said Esteban, kissing each scratch and each bite—. Take them as medals from the battle.

—You’ll have some to explain too —I answered, covering their own wounds with kisses, lingering a long while on the ones I had left myself.

I made coffee and we kept talking until dawn broke, with semen still drying on our skin and no desire to wash, remembering how it had all begun in that office, with a secretary unbuttoning my blouse and a director saying he only wanted to improve the company atmosphere.

—Do you feel complete? —Esteban asked me before falling asleep, my breast near his mouth.

—For now —I told him, stroking his hair—. A woman always wants a little more.

And on Friday at the office, with my collar high to hide the bites and a smile that Carmela glanced at from the corner of her eye without daring to ask about, I knew Ingrid’s idea was going to have a much longer future than she had ever imagined.