What Valeria Learned in Her First Threesome

In our office, silence was almost a written rule. Thirty people in front of their screens, the dull hum of the air conditioner, the typing interrupted now and then by the phone. Roberto Garza was the kind of boss who didn’t need to raise his voice for everything to run smoothly. It was enough for him to appear in the doorway of his office and conversations would stop on their own.

I knew him in a different way.

For months we had gone without naming what was between us. A look that lasted a second longer than necessary, the brush of hands when documents changed hands, the way his secretary Elena unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse before each visit, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nobody talked about it. Everyone knew.

That Tuesday he called me into his office.

Elena intercepted me in the hallway. Without saying a word, she held out her hand and unbuttoned my buttons. She tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and winked at me. I let her do it. It was already a habit, part of a ritual nobody had designed but everyone respected.

I went in with the folder. The door was supposed to stay open; that was the rule. Roberto pointed to the side of the desk where I should leave the papers, the side that forced me to stay standing beside him. I set the documents down and felt his hand on my thigh without warning. He didn’t go up slowly: he did it decisively, like someone who already knows the road. His fingers climbed under my skirt, pushed aside the edge of my panties, and found my pussy already wet, soaked from the hallway, from the moment Elena had unbuttoned my blouse.

—Does that feel nice? —he asked without looking up from the papers.

—Keep going —I replied, my voice barely audible—. Just make sure Elena doesn’t show up all of a sudden.

—Elena knows exactly where she is and what she’s doing —he said, and smiled.

He slid in two fingers in one push. I felt everything clench inside me, the desk suddenly too low for me to hold myself up. I braced myself on the edge with my free hand, the other squeezing the folder like an anchor. He moved his fingers with calculated slowness, pulling them out shiny with juice and burying them again to the knuckles. With his thumb he found my clit and started circling it in tiny, tight motions, while I bit the inside of my lip so I wouldn’t make a single sound.

—You’re dripping, darling —he murmured—. You’re going to soak your skirt if you keep this up.

—Shut up —I whispered—. Shut up and keep going.

He gave a quiet laugh, never taking his fingers out. He curled them upward and hit a spot that made me clamp my thighs in an involuntary spasm. I felt a small, dirty office orgasm crash over me, one you can’t make noise for. When it came, I clenched my teeth and dug my nails into his forearm with the hand not holding the folder. He kept moving his fingers until my pussy finished trembling, and only then did he pull them out, bring them to his mouth, and suck them one by one without taking his eyes off the papers.

Confirmed, then. She covered for him, he kept her informed. I had imagined something like that for months. Strangely, it didn’t bother me. On the contrary: it relieved me. It meant we could be less careful.

When he asked me to take off my bra without anyone seeing, I gave him instructions in a low voice. He slipped his hand around my back, I pulled from the front. It worked perfectly. We had to separate at just the right moment when Elena appeared with some copies. We kept talking about the reports as if nothing had happened, though I could feel the different weight of the blouse against my skin, the cooler air on my chest, and still the sticky trace of his fingers sliding down the inside of my thigh.

Before I left I mentioned the birthday gathering at the wife of Diego’s house, the jeweler’s. A small get-together, people we trusted.

—Tomorrow I’ll send you the details —I told him, and closed the folder without waiting for his answer.

***

It was around that time that I started talking more often with Valeria.

I had met her three months earlier. She was tall, very fair-skinned, with that kind of beauty that disarms you because she doesn’t seem aware of it herself. She worked in accounting, dressed well, though her hair always looked a little odd: tied up in a way that didn’t suit her at all. Carmen, my friend from the neighborhood salon, had suggested a change for her. Valeria was always hesitant.

Over time we had grown closer. She asked me questions that at first surprised me.

—How do you know when a man wants more? —she asked me one afternoon at our usual little café.

I looked at her.

—What exactly happened with Diego at last month’s cocktail party?

—Nothing. We were at his house, with his wife and other guests. I left early.

—We all thought something else.

—I know. I thought so too. But I didn’t know how, or whether that was where it was going. —She paused and lowered her voice—. I want to learn. I don’t know what you’re supposed to do. With you I feel like I can ask without you making fun of me.

That touched me in a way I hadn’t expected.

I told her she was beautiful and that she had qualities she didn’t yet know how to use. That men looked at her and she didn’t even notice. That it was just a matter of starting to pay attention to the signs. She listened with her eyes fixed on mine and then said something I didn’t easily forget:

—I meet people who catch my attention, men and women. But none of them attract me like you do. You’re what I’ve always wanted near me: someone who teaches me without judging me.

***

That same afternoon we were in her apartment. She had gotten up to fetch something and when she turned around we were face to face, very close, without either of us having planned it. We looked into each other’s eyes for several seconds and kissed.

It was a long kiss, with soft bites on the lower lip, with our hands tangled in each other’s hair. When we pulled apart, she let out a nervous laugh and kissed me again right away, this time harder, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth.

—I’m crazy —she said against my mouth.

—No. Just curious. Like everyone.

I unbuttoned her blouse, button by button. She was tugging at my clothes with clumsy, anxious hands. I yanked off her bra and her tits were bare in front of me, white, round, with very pale pink nipples already hard as little stones. I leaned down and sucked one until she let out a short, surprised moan. She arched her back and pressed my head against her chest.

—Keep going —she whispered—. Don’t stop.

I pushed her slowly onto the sofa. I lifted her skirt to her waist and tore her panties off from one side. Her pussy was bare, almost hairless, with the lips already swollen and shining. I knelt between her legs and spread her thighs to the limit. She covered her face with her hands by reflex.

—Don’t cover yourself —I told her—. Look at me.

She lowered her hands slowly. When I ran my whole tongue from top to bottom, from the entrance to the clit, her hips jerked upward so hard she almost threw me off. I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every fold, sinking my tongue between the lips until I found the warm hollow and slid into it. She started panting out loud, unable to control herself.

—My God, my God, my God —she kept repeating.

I had one finger inside her, moving it slowly while I stroked her clit with my lips, sucking it like a tiny nipple. I slid in a second finger and curled them upward, searching for that rough spot. She writhed, gripping my hair with one hand, squeezing and releasing without control. I could feel how her pussy gripped my fingers, how the wetness ran down my wrist to my elbow.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming —she said, and it wasn’t a warning, it was already a description.

Her body went rigid, her legs clamped around my head, her hips shook against my mouth in a series of spasms that left her trembling. When she came, she went still for a moment, as if the body didn’t quite know what to do with so much sensation all at once. I didn’t take my fingers out. I kept licking her with a flat, calm tongue while she finished trembling.

—Did I do it right too? —she asked afterward, still out of breath, her thighs shining with her own juice and my saliva.

—You’re an expert —I told her, climbing up to kiss her on the mouth so she could taste herself.

She laughed for a long time. A clean, relieved laugh, from someone who had just let go of something she’d been carrying for a while.

***

The gathering at Diego’s house was a success. Valeria arrived with her hair down, as Carmen had recommended at the salon, wearing a fitted dress that showed everything she had hidden until then. She was the center of attention from the moment she walked in. Roberto Garza greeted her very formally and very surprised: this was not the same discreet employee who crossed the office halls with her eyes lowered.

I went over to the two of them.

—Tonight there are no bosses or employees —I told them—. Understood?

They both nodded, smiling.

When the gathering ended, Roberto suggested we go to a bar. The four of us would go: Roberto and Valeria, Carmen with her date Andrés, and me with Marcos, a friend who had also been invited to the gathering. Carmen and Andrés left early, before the second round of drinks arrived. As she left, she winked at me and wished me luck in a low voice.

At the bar, with tropical music in the background and drinks in front of us, something began to shift between Roberto and Valeria. He caressed her arm openly, and she returned the attention. At times Valeria looked for me with her eyes, silently asking if it was okay, if she should keep going. Yes. It’s fine. Keep going. I gave her a subtle nod and she turned her attention back to Roberto.

Marcos spoke into my ear from behind:

—What exactly is going on here?

—That the night isn’t over yet —I told him.

It was Valeria who suggested we go to her apartment. She said it with a naturalness I wouldn’t have expected from her, as if she’d been practicing that line for weeks. The four of us agreed without arguing.

***

We went up the stairs. Valeria was looking for her keys in her purse, Roberto behind her with his hands resting on her waist. Marcos and I waited one step below, watching them patiently.

Valeria couldn’t find the key. A small case fell from her purse to the floor. Several condoms scattered over the stone step.

—I always carry them just in case —she said, laughing her head off—. And it turns out the door has a combination lock. I’m an idiot.

The four of us laughed. Roberto was the first to recover.

—You owe us compensation for the wait —he said.

—What would you like? —Valeria asked.

—Take off your skirt right here —I said.

I didn’t expect her to do it. She did.

Roberto pulled down her panties and tucked them into his suit jacket pocket. I took off her stockings. Marcos unbuttoned her blouse and bra with a clumsiness none of us pretended not to notice. Her white breasts appeared on the stair landing, the nipples already hardened by the cold and by mixed anticipation. Roberto, already hard and half-erect, grabbed her by the nape and pushed her head down until Valeria was on her knees on the landing.

—Open up —he told her.

She opened her mouth. He shoved his cock all the way in at once and Valeria let out a muffled sound that immediately turned into a moan when she started sucking him. Marcos and I watched from the step, not moving. I could see Valeria’s bent neck, the strands of hair falling over her face, the way she pulled out the shiny cock wet with saliva and buried it again, sucking it with hollowed cheeks like her life depended on it.

—Better inside —she said at last, yanking it out of her mouth with a thread of saliva hanging from it—. Before some neighbor shows up.

***

In the living room, Valeria and Roberto settled onto the big sofa. Marcos and I posted up nearby, on the floor, with our own matters but never losing sight of the couple. It was one of those nights when everything happens naturally, without coordination or instructions, as if each person knew exactly what they had to do and when.

Marcos undressed me slowly, while Roberto sat Valeria astride him and licked her tits one by one. I felt Marcos’s mouth on my neck, on my nipples, down my belly until he knelt in front of me. He spread my legs and licked my pussy hungrily, his tongue going in and out, sucking my clit until my knees trembled. One hand was in his hair and the other was free, glancing sideways at Valeria seated on Roberto, already touching her own pussy with two fingers, getting herself ready.

The problem came when Roberto tried to enter Valeria.

She stopped him with her hand, eyes wet and jaw tight. Roberto’s cock had only barely breached her, just the tip, the skin of Valeria’s pussy stretched to the limit around the glans.

—I know it’s going to hurt —she said—. Everyone’s always told me I’m very tight. I’m scared.

I went over and looked at both of them.

—Change positions —I told Roberto—. You underneath. Let her set the pace.

He obeyed without arguing. He lay back on his back with his cock pointing to the ceiling, thick, red, shining with saliva and the juice he had already gathered from Valeria. I took his cock in my hand and held it steady while Valeria climbed on top, squatting.

—Spit on it —I told her, and she obeyed, spitting a thick drop on the glans.

I spread the saliva with my thumb over the whole tip and guided the cock to the entrance of her pussy. I watched her lower herself centimeter by centimeter, her mouth open in a soundless O, eyes closed in a grimace of concentration. She would stop, breathe, lower herself a little more. Under my fingers I could feel the cock disappearing inside her, her pussy swallowing it despite the tightness.

I saw her expression change: from fear to concentration, and then to something that was not pleasure yet, but the genuine surprise of discovering she could do it, that the body could do more than she thought. When she finally sat all the way down, her ass against Roberto’s hips and the cock buried to the hilt, she let out a long, trembling moan.

—Move —I whispered in her ear—. Slowly. Back and forth first.

She began to rock. Roberto squeezed her ass with both hands, helping her. I stroked her back, told her things in her ear: that’s it, like that, go up now, sit down hard, keep going. Little by little Valeria’s movements grew longer, deeper. She pulled the cock almost all the way out and then sank down on it in one shot, until both of them began to pant in the same rhythm.

When I saw her hesitate, I gave her a firm slap on the ass.

The shout filled the apartment. And the rest settled itself. Valeria started riding Roberto with a new force, bouncing on his cock, her tits bobbing and her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.

—That was cruel! —she told me later, between laughter and panting.

—But it worked —I replied.

—It worked —she admitted, and let out another laugh that broke off into a moan when Roberto drove his cock all the way in.

***

What followed was the kind of night you remember in fragments: the sound of Valeria’s breathing speeding up until it dissolved into a scream, the way Roberto looked at her with something that went beyond physical desire, Marcos and me on the floor with our bodies tangled together but still attentive to the couple on the sofa, as if it were something we didn’t want to miss for anything. Marcos had me sideways, one of my legs over his shoulder, fucking me at an unhurried pace while he sucked my thumb like it was a nipple.

Valeria had her first orgasm with Roberto on top of her. She announced it out loud, with no shame at all, eyes closed and back arched.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming —she shouted, and her whole body shook over Roberto’s cock, clenching him in spasms that drew a long groan from him.

Afterward she asked about the condom.

—What condom? —Roberto answered.

There was a brief silence. She looked down at him from above, still with his cock inside her, still trembling.

—Doesn’t matter —she said. And it was true that it didn’t matter anymore. She started moving again, this time thinking of him, squeezing her pussy with her inner muscles every time she rose, sucking his cock from the inside until Roberto dug his fingers into her hips and came with a roar, filling her with cum until it began to run down her thighs.

Later I put her on all fours on the sofa, her face buried in a cushion and her ass held high in the air. I spread her cheeks with my hands and saw her pussy still dripping Roberto’s load, and higher up her tight little asshole, virgin or nearly so. She didn’t ask what was going to happen to her. I licked her pussy first, swallowing the cum that was leaking out of her, and then slowly moved my tongue up to her anus, giving slow laps around it, softening her.

—Aaah —she moaned into the cushion—. What is that, God, what is that.

Marcos went into her pussy first, slowly, making use of the lubrication she already had. He gripped her hips with both hands and started fucking her to the hilt, with long thrusts that drew a moan from Valeria for every impact. From the side I watched Marcos’s cock going in and out, shining, the way Valeria’s pussy stretched to his size. After a few minutes Marcos gave up his turn with a generosity her entire body thanked him for, pulling out and offering the place to Roberto.

When Roberto filled her asshole with saliva and began working his way in patiently, she hugged a sofa cushion and squeezed it hard. I saw Roberto’s glans push against her tight little hole, the muscle giving way millimeter by millimeter until the crown slid in and Valeria let out a muffled cry into the cushion. Her back arched downward, her legs opened a little wider.

—Does it hurt? —I asked her.

—Don’t stop —she said in a deep, unrecognizable voice.

We didn’t stop. Roberto began to move slowly, giving little pushes, gaining a little more ground each time, until he had her buried to the base. Marcos, meanwhile, had put his cock against her mouth and Valeria accepted it without stopping her moans on the other side, sucking it with the surrender of someone who had already given in completely. I settled underneath her, lying on my back with my head between her thighs, and began to lick her abandoned pussy while Roberto kept fucking her ass. I licked her clit, felt the weight of Valeria’s tits against my belly, heard above me the thrusts of Roberto’s hips against her ass, the wet sound of Marcos’s cock going in and out of her mouth.

When she came a second time, it was with her legs closed around Roberto and her knuckles white on the cushion. Her pussy clenched around my tongue in a series of spasms that drew a long, muffled scream from her, muffled by the cock she still had in her mouth. Roberto went on for a few more seconds and came inside her ass, pulling out slowly, leaving a thread of semen that ran down her perineum until I gathered it with my tongue. Marcos came too, over Valeria’s face, thick spurts landing on her lips, her cheek, her chin.

Afterward she stayed motionless for several seconds, cheek against the sofa and a smile that wouldn’t fit on her face, her skin splattered white.

—I’d never gotten this far before —she said softly, to no one in particular.

***

Toward the end of the night, when Marcos had already discreetly left, muttering something about the subway, Roberto came looking for me.

—May I? —he asked.

—Since when does the lawyer ask me permission? —I told him.

I lay back on the arm of the sofa. He settled behind me, opened my ass with one hand and with the other guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy. He went slowly that time, with a slowness that wasn’t usual for him, as if he wanted it to last. He pushed into me centimeter by centimeter, letting me feel every vein, every pulse, until he was buried all the way in. He started moving with long, slow thrusts, slipping out almost entirely and then sinking back in to the hilt, with the calm of someone who had the whole night ahead of him.

We said things to each other we never said in the office. I told him I liked the way he made decisions. He told me he had always thought I had more clarity than anyone in the company, and he wasn’t just talking about work. He bit my neck, squeezed my tits from behind, whispered in my ear that he had been imagining me like this for months.

—Fuck me harder —I asked him—. Don’t treat me like I’m going to break.

And he did. He grabbed my hair with one hand and started fucking me hard, with dry, sharp thrusts that made his hips slam against my ass. I gripped the sofa arm and met each thrust by pushing back.

Valeria, still naked and with her hair stuck to her forehead, with traces of semen still shining on her chest, sat down beside me on the floor and took my hand while Roberto kept going. She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, a slow kiss, while he kept driving into me. I slid my free hand between her legs and found her pussy swollen again, wet again. I rubbed her slowly, feeling how she tightened around my fingers.

When I came, I came screaming into Valeria’s mouth, Roberto’s cock buried to the hilt and his fingers pinching one of my nipples. He came a few seconds later, inside me, with a hoarse groan pressed against my nape. When he reached his orgasm the three of us stayed together for a moment, with Valeria’s head resting on my shoulder and the silence of dawn on the other side of the window.

—Partners in crime? —said Roberto.

—Partners in crime —Valeria confirmed.

We made ourselves some coffee. The three of us stayed on the sofa a while longer, half-dressed, laughing about how things had turned out and going over the moments that had surprised us most. Valeria asked a thousand questions. Roberto answered some. I answered the rest.

—I used to dream something like this could happen —Valeria said—. But not this well.

—Are you afraid to go to the office tomorrow? —I asked her.

She thought about it for a few seconds, the hot coffee between her hands.

—No. Should I be?

—Not at all —I said.

Roberto finished his coffee and went looking for his clothes scattered around the room. I helped him dress. Valeria kissed him on the cheek when she said goodbye, with a theatrical formality that made the three of us laugh.

—It was an honor, sir —she told him.

—The honor was mine —he replied, completely serious.

When we closed the door, Valeria and I stayed in the hallway for a moment. She still had the coffee in her hand and an expression that was hard to decipher: not exactly happiness, but something deeper. The relief of having crossed a line she had long wanted to cross without knowing what to call it.

—What do you feel? —I asked her.

—That I should have done it sooner —she said—. And that I’m glad I did it here, with you, like this.

I hugged her. She rested her forehead on my shoulder.

—How do I learn to do what you do? —she whispered.

—You already are —I told her.