When the Three Stayed, Nobody Wanted to Leave

I’d gone several days without hearing from Valeria when I decided to call her on a Tuesday afternoon. She answered on the second ring with that boundless energy of hers that never seemed to fade, and we spent a good while talking about nothing until we both realized we had nothing concrete to say.

—So what do we do? —she asked at last.

I thought of Rosa. My friend from the bar, the one who always had something caught between her teeth, something to tell, some half-finished story that left you wanting more. I hadn’t visited her in weeks, and Valeria still didn’t know her, even though I’d mentioned her many times.

—Let’s go see my friend Rosa —I suggested—. She lives close by, has her own place, and she’s never boring. It’s time you met her.

Valeria agreed before I finished the sentence.

***

Rosa opened the door before we could knock. She had a huge honey-colored Golden Retriever who shot out to greet us with more enthusiasm than any person. His name was Kiko. He was two years old, Rosa told us with a laugh, and an absolute sweetheart.

I’ve always liked dogs. Kiko noticed right away and didn’t leave me alone all afternoon. I petted him, played with him, and at one point I let slip a comment I shouldn’t have made in front of Valeria. A reference to our shared history, to certain memories Rosa and I kept and that Valeria didn’t know about yet. Rosa shot me a quick look. Valeria didn’t ask anything, but she didn’t stop listening either.

The afternoon went by in conversation. We talked about everything and nothing. Valeria was discreet, asked little, watched a lot. Before we left, she asked whether Kiko slept alone.

—Always in my room —Rosa said without hesitation—. I wouldn’t know how to sleep without him.

Valeria nodded slowly, like someone storing up a question for later.

***

On the drive back, she took a while to speak.

—Your friend Rosa is very interesting —she said at last—. And so are you. That comment you made about the dog... someday you’re going to explain it to me.

I didn’t answer her. I changed the subject. She let it go, but she kept it. She always kept everything.

***

The next time we saw each other was at her apartment, a few days later. She called me under the pretext of planning the visit to Rosa’s bar. When I arrived and she opened the door, she was wearing a black lace robe that did exactly what that kind of clothing is meant to do: hide nothing. Her dark nipples showed through the lace, and the triangle of pubic hair was visible between her legs.

—I have two of these —she said, pointing toward the bed—. I want to see you in the other one.

The white one was folded on the bedspread. She gestured toward it.

—Try it on.

I changed without thinking too much. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I understood why she wanted to see me like that. The fabric was almost sheer, more suggestion than cloth. Valeria came up behind me and looked at herself beside me in the mirror.

—Stay like that —she said. And before I could answer, she slid her hands under the robe and yanked off my bra in one sharp motion.

Her right hand stayed resting on my breast. She didn’t take it away. She started squeezing me with her fingers, pinching my nipple until it hardened. With her other hand she moved slowly down my stomach until she reached my cunt, and there she paused for a second, as if asking. I parted my legs half an inch and that was enough of an answer. She pushed two fingers into me at once.

—You’re soaked —she whispered in my ear—. Looks like the robe turns you on as much as it does me.

We turned at the same time. The kiss was soft at first, almost a question. Then it was something entirely different: tongue against tongue, teeth searching for lips, her biting me until I moaned into her mouth. I ripped off her robe and her tits fell heavy against mine. She took mine off and we were both naked, rubbing standing up against the mirror, my hard nipples pressing into hers.

We ended up together on the sofa, tangled up, discovering that this had been waiting to happen for a long time without either of us ever saying it to the other.

I kissed her breasts. They were big and firm, with darker nipples that hardened at once under my mouth. I sucked one and then the other, alternating, tugging them with my teeth until she arched and dug her nails into my neck to make me keep going. I ran my tongue down her stomach, licked her navel, and kept going down to her cunt. I spread her lips with my fingers and ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, stopping on her swollen clit. She tasted salty and sweet at the same time. I sucked her slowly, making circles, and she started moving my head with her hand, setting the rhythm she needed.

—Put it in me —she gasped—. The whole tongue inside, fuck.

I put my tongue in as far as I could while I pressed her clit with my thumb. She came like that, clenching my head between her thighs, with a hoarse cry that filled the apartment.

She did the same to mine, smaller but just as sensitive, and she didn’t stop. She laid me on my back and spread my legs wide open. Before going down with her mouth, she looked at me for a second, smiling, and spat onto my cunt. Then she spread the spit with two fingers and pushed it into me mixed with my wetness.

I put my fingers between her legs again. She was wet, swollen, slippery. I heard her breathing change when I curved my fingers, looking for the exact spot inside. I put in three, then four, fucking her with my hand while I licked her neck.

—I need more —she said—. Something real inside.

She got up for a moment and came back with a smooth white dildo of a reasonable size.

—It’s the only one I have —she said—. But it vibrates.

We tried it together, facing each other like scissors, each of us with one end. We slid it in at the same time and started moving, searching for the rhythm, the toy buzzing between us. I watched her cunt open and swallow her half, and she did the same with mine. Our cunts brushed when we thrust hard, and we felt the vibration pass from one body to the other. It wasn’t enough for either of us. We laughed at our own desperation, which was genuine, and ended up in sixty-nine with her on top, crushing my face with her wet cunt while I worked my way with my tongue between her lips and shoved one finger into her ass up to the knuckle. She devoured me below, sucking my clit with steady suction, pushing two fingers into me all the way. We came almost at the same time, she soaking my chin, me clenching her head between my thighs.

Afterward, sprawled out and still breathless, with my cunt throbbing and the taste of the other in our mouths, Valeria said what we were both already thinking:

—We need men. For real. I need a cock inside me right now, this isn’t enough.

I told her about Marco. My driver, my occasional lover, the man I always understood without complications or explanations. I told her I had coworkers: one of them, Diego, was discreet and knew exactly what he was doing.

—Will you introduce me? —she asked.

—Saturday at Rosa’s bar.

***

Saturday came with good weather and the three of us eager for the night to last. Marco didn’t come alone: he came with Diego and with Adrián, a friend of both of them, younger than the other two, quiet at first, with a look that promised things without saying them out loud.

Rosa seated us in a corner at the back of the bar. There were six of us in total and the space quickly became too small. We drank. We danced. The three men divided their attention among the three women without anyone setting rules or turns. Valeria wore a very short blue dress with her back completely bare and became the magnet of the night. All three of them watched her. She knew it and used it well, without concealment or shame.

Rosa had to stay behind when the bar started closing. The remaining five of us left together without having exactly decided where to go.

We ended up at Valeria’s place.

***

On the way, Valeria let Diego put his hands on her in the back seat while Adrián drove. I was in the passenger seat and, in the rearview mirror, I saw Diego slide his hand under her dress, saw her open her legs against the seat, saw her breathing grow agitated when he started doing something with his fingers that couldn’t be seen but could be heard. At a traffic light, Valeria lowered her head to Diego’s lap and unbuttoned his pants. She took out his cock and put it in her mouth without ceremony, sucking him to the hilt while Diego clenched his teeth and Adrián pretended to watch the street. By the time we got to the apartment, underwear was no longer part of anyone’s equation and Valeria’s lips were shining with saliva.

Valeria turned on a small lamp in the living room and put music on low. Adrián took her first. He laid her carefully on the sofa, pulled the blue dress over her head, and stood looking at her tits for a second before lowering his mouth. He sucked her nipples until they turned red, then knelt on the floor and buried his face between her legs. He ate her cunt for a long time, his hands gripping her open thighs, while Valeria held on to the back of the sofa and pushed his head against her.

When Adrián stood up, his cock was hard and pointing up. He took it in his hand, rubbed it against Valeria’s cunt lips a couple of times, and slid in slowly, looking at her face. Valeria closed her eyes, arched her back, and dug her nails into his shoulders. Adrián started fucking her with long thrusts, all the way in, pulling almost all the way out each time to drive back in again. The sofa creaked. Valeria started moaning without restraint, broken words—fuck me, like that, harder—and Adrián obeyed every word.

Diego sat down next to me and asked the question without words. I answered the same way: I knelt between his legs, pulled down his pants, and took out his cock. It was thick, its veins standing out. I took him all the way into my mouth, sucking him with both hands on the shaft, playing with his balls, pulling back to lick him from top to bottom before swallowing him again to the throat. Diego held my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth to his rhythm, not letting me breathe properly, and I loved it.

Adrián turned out to be exactly what he promised: methodical, enduring, attentive. When it was my turn, he treated me carefully at first and less carefully after that, which was what I needed. He put me on all fours on the rug and shoved it into me from behind in one thrust. He had broad hips and good rhythm. He held my hair with one hand and my hip with the other, fucking me with dry thrusts that made my ass smack against his thighs with a wet sound. I asked him to smack my ass and he did, first one slap, then another, until my cheek was burning and red. He slipped his own saliva-slick thumb into my ass at the same time as he drove into me from behind, and that was when I came, clenching his cock from the inside with my spasms. He came right after, inside me, growling through his teeth. We came within seconds of each other and I was left satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt in weeks.

Marco took care of Valeria in the meantime. He had her straddling him, riding him slowly, her hands on his chest and her tits bouncing with every movement. Marco bit her nipples and squeezed her ass, guiding her up and down. Then he turned her around and put her on him from behind, with her seated on his cock facing the ceiling, and spread her legs so Diego and I could see her well while he fucked her from below. He ran his hand over her clit, rubbing it with two fingers while he kept thrusting into her, and Valeria came screaming his name, soaking his lap.

Diego finished his round with me afterward, faster but just as effective. He laid me on my back on the rug, lifted my legs onto his shoulders, and fucked me folded in half, driving his cock into me to the deepest point. In that position I felt every centimeter. It didn’t last long but it was intense, and he ended up yanking out to come across my stomach, hot jets reaching all the way to my tits.

When we were done, all of us scattered over the sofa and the carpeted floor, with semen drying on our skin and the smell of thick sex in the air, it was already past three in the morning.

Marco offered to drive whoever needed to leave. The five of us went down together, crammed into my car with me at the wheel. I dropped Valeria at her building.

—See you soon —she said from the sidewalk, and the way she said it was a promise.

***

The three men got out with me at my building under the pretext of going up to use the bathroom before leaving. I offered them something to drink. We went up.

I went into the bathroom alone. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, washed my face, and decided to change. I had a dress I’d never worn before, one I’d bought without being clear on what occasion it was for. This was the occasion. I didn’t wear any underwear underneath.

When I came out, the three of them were still awake in the living room.

Marco whistled. Diego smiled. Adrián said nothing, but he didn’t look away either.

—Where are you going dressed like that? —Diego asked.

—Nowhere —I replied—. That’s why it’s more dangerous.

***

Adrián was the first to stand up. He took me by the waist, turned me around, and instead of going where I expected, he guided me backward. Very slowly. His mouth near my ear, telling me to let him know if I wanted him to stop.

I didn’t ask him to stop.

He lifted my dress above my hips and checked with his hand that I had nothing on underneath. He chuckled softly against my neck when he found my bare ass. He spit on my asshole, spread the saliva with his thumb, and started playing, pressing without going in yet. Then he pulled out his cock, wet it well with spit, and placed it there, against the tight ring. He pushed slowly, millimeter by millimeter, giving me time to open up.

The beginning was careful, just enough to get used to the width. It burned, then stopped burning, and by the time he had it all the way in I was already gasping for more. After that he wasn’t careful anymore, and I didn’t want him to be. He started fucking my ass with firm thrusts, holding my hips with both hands, and I braced my palms against the wall so I wouldn’t fall.

Marco positioned himself in front of me. He took out his cock and put it in my mouth, grabbing my hair. I sucked him like my life depended on it, with Adrián pounding me from behind and setting the rhythm for how Marco fucked my throat. Diego waited for his moment while taking care of my breasts—he’d pulled down the neckline of my dress and was squeezing my tits with both hands, sucking them in turn, biting my nipples until I moaned with Marco’s cock still inside my mouth—and letting me drink his dick whenever I could reach it with my mouth, alternating it with Marco’s, sucking one and then the other according to which one came closer.

Adrián pulled his out of my ass for a moment. They put me on the sofa, on my back first, with my legs spread wide open. Marco shoved his cock into my cunt all the way and started fucking me while Diego mounted my face, his balls brushing my chin every time I swallowed him whole. Then Marco lay back on the sofa and I lay on top of him, his cock driving into my cunt from below. Adrián moved behind me and put it back in my ass, now with more ease because I was already open for him.

When the three of them found their place at the same time, I went completely still for a moment. Adrián behind, Marco in front, Diego where he could—he grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my mouth, finishing filling me through all three holes. The three of them inside me at once, without anyone having planned it, without anyone having to ask out loud. I could feel each cock separately and all three at the same time, Marco’s throbbing inside my cunt, Adrián’s stretching my ass, Diego’s sliding between my lips to my throat.

What a strange thing, and at the same time what a perfect thing.

We moved slowly at first. Not much movement was needed for everything to be felt. Each thrust from one was transmitted to the other two through my body. Adrián and Marco found an alternating rhythm—when one came in, the other pulled out—and that constant friction, with the two cocks rubbing barely separated by the inner wall, made me start coming almost immediately. I came once, then again, with Diego’s cock in my mouth drowning out my moans. Adrián was the first to come, inside my ass, with a contained groan I felt more than heard; I felt the hot spurts release inside. Then Marco, pounding me from below with the last shudders until he emptied himself into my cunt. Then Diego, more calmly, like someone who knows he’s the last and is in no hurry; he pulled his cock out of my mouth at the very last second and came across my face, splashing my cheek and lip with two thick jets.

I stayed still for a good while, with Adrián and Marco still inside, semen sliding over me everywhere. The three of them too.

—Are you okay? —Marco asked.

—I’m very okay —I said.

It was true.

***

Marco followed me into the bathroom without asking permission, which was exactly what I wanted him to do. He got into the shower with me. Inside we didn’t talk much, but the hot water kept us there longer than strictly necessary. Under the spray he fucked me again, this time slowly, pressing me against the tiles, one hand closed around my throat and the other spreading my ass cheeks. He came a second time inside me, unhurried, while the water washed everything else away.

Diego and Adrián said goodbye on their own from the front door, in low voices, not bothering anyone. Marco left after them, with the first light of day already showing, my keys in his hand so he could return my car before noon.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a second.

I’d gone out for drinks with two women friends and three men. I’d ended up with all three of them inside me on my own sofa.

It turned out different from what I expected. Better.