The Transvestite Who Changed the Course of My Trip

My husband had been insisting for months that we repeat the night with Daniela. I always found some excuse: work, exhaustion, that it wasn’t the right time. The truth is I was afraid I wouldn’t live up to what I remembered, to that first time in Valencia almost a year ago.

Daniela is a friend from a long time ago. My husband met her through me, and since that night we never saw her again. We had exchanged messages from time to time, just enough not to lose touch, but neither of us had taken the step.

The trip to Alicante came without warning. A friend of mine, Marta —who has nothing to do with this story—, had a car accident and ended up in the hospital. Nothing serious, in the end, but it was a huge scare. I took advantage of having to head south to make a stop in Valencia. I wrote Daniela on a Wednesday afternoon and we agreed to meet that same night.

I stayed in a small hostel in the Carmen neighborhood. It wasn’t anything special, but it was well located and clean. I left my suitcase, changed clothes, and took the metro to the bar where we were meeting.

***

I got there early. Daniela is always late; she knows it and doesn’t change it, she says it’s part of her character.

The bar was the kind of place that comes alive when night falls. Low light, music at just the right volume so people can talk without shouting. I settled at the counter with a glass of wine and started looking around. It didn’t take me long to notice the atmosphere: it was one of those places where most of the clientele arrived as couples, and most of those couples were women.

I’d been alone for about ten minutes when a girl sat on the stool beside me.

—Mind if I sit here? —she asked, pointing to the space.

—Not at all —I said.

She was young, probably ten years younger than me. Short dark hair, a black T-shirt, and tight jeans. She had that way of sitting that people have when they feel comfortable anywhere. She ordered something at the bar and turned toward me with a direct smile.

—You come here a lot.

It wasn’t a question.

—First time —I said.

—It shows —she replied, but without any malice—. You’re looking at everything like you’re cataloging it.

I laughed. She was right.

Her name was Lucía. She had been living in Valencia for three years, worked in graphic design, and was obviously lesbian in the way she didn’t need to say it. She asked if I was married. She pointed out my ring without lifting her hand, just with her eyes.

—Yes —I said.

—And are you waiting for someone?

—A friend.

—Good —she said, as if that settled some doubt she had.

We kept talking. She asked me if I had ever been with a woman. I told her yes, though I didn’t go into details. She nodded, not making a drama of anything.

***

Daniela arrived twenty minutes late, which for her is almost punctual.

I saw her come in from the bar and understood why my husband couldn’t get her out of his head. She was wearing a green dress that fit her perfectly, her hair tied up, high heels she handled as if she had been born in them. She was tall, slender, with that kind of presence that makes people turn their heads without quite knowing why.

She gave me two kisses and a tight hug. I introduced her to Lucía, who looked her up and down with an expression I recognized perfectly because it was the same one I’d had the first time I saw her.

Daniela offered for her to stay with us. Lucía accepted without hesitating.

We ordered another round and the conversation became easy, the kind that doesn’t have a central topic because it jumps from one place to another and always stays funny. We laughed a lot. Lucía was sharp and adapted quickly to Daniela’s rhythm, which has a particular, dry sense of humor not everyone understands right away.

I told Daniela, at a moment when Lucía went to the bathroom, that I was planning to surprise my husband by arriving earlier than expected. That if she could come home with me for a couple of days.

—When? —she asked.

—The day after tomorrow.

—Tell me more —she said, with that smile of hers that means she’s already thinking.

When Lucía came back, something in the dynamic between Daniela and me must have been obvious. She looked at both of us with one eyebrow raised.

—Are you hiding something from me?

—Maybe —said Daniela.

Lucía arched her eyebrow a little more. Then, without my seeing it coming, she rested her hand on Daniela’s thigh beneath the bar. It was an instinctive gesture, almost without realizing it. Her hand slid a little higher, her fingers found something they hadn’t expected, and her expression changed slowly: from curiosity to understanding, and from understanding to something I wouldn’t know how to define well. She didn’t take her hand away. On the contrary: she closed her fingers around the bulge straining beneath the fabric of the dress and squeezed gently, measuring it, calibrating it, checking that what she had in her hand was a whole cock, thick and already half-hard against her palm.

Daniela didn’t move. She just looked at her.

—Surprised? —she asked her.

—A little —Lucía admitted, and she didn’t seem to be lying. She swallowed without taking her hand away—. It’s… quite a lot.

—You’ll get a better look later —said Daniela.

I put my hand over Lucía’s, on Daniela’s thigh, over the cock pushing beneath the dress, and increased the pressure of her fingers. The three of us looked at each other for a moment in silence. Under my palm I felt Daniela’s cock finish hardening, swelling until the full outline pressed against the fabric.

***

We had dinner in a restaurant three blocks from the bar. We ordered everything, opened a bottle of wine, and the conversation gradually heated up without anyone forcing it. Lucía asked us direct questions about how Daniela and I had met, and I told her enough for her to understand the context without going into the most explicit details.

—So your husband knows you’re here —said Lucía.

—Not exactly —I replied.

She laughed.

Daniela suggested, when dessert was over, that we go to a place she knew. She described it as “intimate and discreet.” Lucía and I looked at each other.

—What kind of place? —Lucía asked.

—You’ll see —said Daniela.

It was an anonymous-looking building on a quiet street in the center. A woman in her fifties with the air of someone who has seen everything and is scandalized by nothing opened the door for us. She spoke to Daniela for a moment, let us in through a dim hallway, and left us in a large room.

The room had a huge bed in the center, a small mini-bar in one corner, and a bathroom with a circular bathtub that took up almost the entire back wall. The lights were warm and adjustable. There was nothing ordinary about the place.

Daniela uncorked a bottle of cava that was sitting on the mini-bar. We toasted without saying anything.

—Does anyone regret being here? —she asked.

No one answered yes.

***

Daniela put on music from her phone and started moving slowly, without taking her eyes off us. It wasn’t a rehearsed striptease; it was something more natural than that, the way someone moves when they know they’re being watched and they like it.

Lucía was sitting beside me on the sofa. I could feel she was tense, but not from nerves: from anticipation. I knew that difference.

When Daniela took off her dress, Lucía held her breath for a second. Daniela was wearing only black panties, very tight, that could barely contain the hard cock pushing beneath them. The tip peeped over the elastic, shiny, already wet. The body was long and well proportioned, the chest firm and full, the nipples erect, pointing toward us. She came closer and sat on the edge of the coffee table, facing the sofa, hands on her thighs, letting us look without hurry.

—Take it out for me yourselves —she said.

Lucía was the first to move. She leaned toward me and kissed me first, mouth open, tongue direct, without any clumsiness. She had the cold lips of cava and warm hands. One of them found my breast and squeezed it over my blouse, searching for the nipple through the fabric until she felt it harden under her thumb. The other went straight to my knee, sliding slowly up the inside of my thigh until it stopped just before my cunt, teasing me, waiting for me to spread my legs.

I spread them. Her fingers found me already wet through my panties and pressed the clit through the fabric in slow circles.

—You’re soaked —she murmured against my mouth.

—Shut up and keep going —I answered.

I undressed her slowly, moving more by instinct than plan. I pulled her T-shirt off over her head, unfastened her bra, and lowered my mouth to her breasts, small and firm, her nipples already hard. I sucked them one after the other, nibbling carefully, tugging with my lips until I heard her moan for the first time.

Daniela watched us from the edge of the table, breathing harder and with her hand inside her panties, masturbating slowly.

I yanked Lucía’s jeans and panties off in one pull. I laid her on the sofa and knelt between her legs. I spread her with two fingers and looked at her cunt for a second: pink, swollen, shiny with how wet she already was. I lowered my mouth. I licked her from the entrance to the clit with a flat tongue, slowly, tasting her whole. She arched her back and grabbed my hair, pressing me against her.

—Fuck… like that, don’t stop.

I slid two fingers into her, curling them upward, while I sucked her clit with my lips. Her cunt closed around my fingers with every thrust, swallowing them. I added a third when I saw she was ready and increased the pace until her hips started moving on their own, fucking my hand without shame.

Daniela stood up, pulled down her panties, and her cock sprang free, stiff, pointing upward, thick from the base, the head purple and shiny. She came toward us. Lucía, from where she was, saw it all for the first time. She looked at it for a moment with wide eyes, saying nothing, then reached out and grabbed it by the shaft, closing her fingers around it with difficulty because they didn’t quite reach. She ran her tongue over it, from base to tip, and licked the drop of pre-cum hanging from the head.

—It’s huge —she said, almost to herself.

I sat up a little, letting Lucía breathe. I grabbed Daniela by the hips and pulled her closer. I took her cock into my mouth eagerly, with that mix of familiarity and desire I hadn’t forgotten all year. I worked it with my tongue from base to tip, slowly, enjoying its texture, the heat, the taste. I went down until I was choking on it, feeling it hit the back of my throat, and held on as long as I could before pulling off with a thread of saliva hanging.

—You come too —I told Lucía.

She came over hesitantly, but without fear. She put her lips on the tip, testing it. Then she opened wider and started taking more, swallowing centimeter by centimeter until halfway down. The two of us worked her nonstop: me at the base, sucking the balls and licking the shaft along its length; her at the tip, sucking it with her cheeks hollowed from the effort. Or vice versa, switching without coordinating, nudging each other with our noses. Our tongues met in the center of Daniela’s cock from time to time, and we kissed with the dick squeezed between our two mouths, slipping between our tongues.

I grabbed her balls with one hand, massaged them, and with the other held the base so Lucía could take her deeper. The girl dared: she took it all the way in, shoved it down until her nose touched Daniela’s belly, and stayed there, swallowing it, enduring the gag reflex.

Daniela held out for a while. Then she couldn’t anymore.

—I’m coming —she gasped—, I’m coming, fuck…

She came over our mouths. Long, white, thick spurts shot out hard and soaked our lips, cheeks, tongues. Lucía took most of it: swallowed what she could and let the rest run down her chin. She looked at me with an expression between amazement and something very much like pride, her lips shining with semen. Then the two of us kissed, with the taste of Daniela still on our tongues, passing what was left from one mouth to the other until we swallowed it together.

***

What came after was unhurried.

Daniela laid me back on the sofa, ripped off my already soaked panties, and positioned herself between my legs. Her mouth found the center without detours: direct, without preliminaries, with the precision of someone who already knows where to go. She spread my cunt open with her thumbs and drove her tongue deep inside, fucking me, alternating with long licks that climbed up to the clit. Lucía straddled my face, back to Daniela, and lowered her cunt until it rested on my mouth.

I took her with my tongue. It was the first time I’d tasted another woman that way —I already knew Daniela—. She had a clean, intense, acidic taste, different from what I expected. I licked her from back to front, sliding my tongue inside her, sucking her lips one by one, and finishing on the clit with quick circles. She sat with more and more weight every second, rubbing against my face, riding my mouth without any hesitation.

It was hard to focus because Daniela gave me no respite: tongue, lips, teeth applied very carefully exactly when I needed them most. I felt her slide two fingers into me and curl them inside, searching for that spot that made me lose my mind, while she kept sucking my clit nonstop.

Beneath Lucía I moaned without a voice, smothered by her cunt. I grabbed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, and ran my tongue over her asshole at the same time as I sunk my thumb into her cunt. She screamed for the first time.

I came first. I felt a lash from my belly to my legs, closed my thighs around Daniela’s head, and came in her mouth with spasms I couldn’t control. A few seconds later, with Lucía’s hands clutching my hair and her ass trembling against my face, she did too. Her cunt contracted over my tongue and soaked my chin and neck.

The three of us lay still for a moment, catching our breath.

—The bathtub —said Daniela.

***

The bathroom had softer light than the rest of the room. The three of us got into the circular tub, which was more than big enough for what we had in mind. The hot water relaxed something I didn’t know had been tense.

Daniela positioned me leaning over the edge of the tub, bent forward, with my knees on the bottom. My ass outside the water, offered, exposed. She started with her tongue: first my cunt, slowly, pushing it all the way in, sucking me until my legs trembled. Then she moved higher, running over me entirely, until she reached my ass. She spread my cheeks with both hands and licked my hole with the tip of her tongue, wetting it, salivating it, pushing in harder each time until I felt it give.

Lucía, kneeling beside me in the water, watched me with wide eyes and her hand between her own legs, masturbating without taking her gaze off us.

Daniela stood behind me. I heard her spit on her cock, spread the spit with her hand, and spit again to get even more. When I felt the tip rest at my asshole, I stopped for a second and then pushed back, opening myself to take her. The head sank in with a dull pressure and tore a long moan from me.

—Slowly —I gasped.

—Slowly —she repeated.

She entered slowly, with patience, letting the body adjust before continuing. One centimeter, wait. Another, wait. When she was all the way inside, when I felt her thighs pressed against my ass cheeks and her whole cock buried to the root in my ass, she stopped. She stroked my back. Then the thrusts began with a slow rhythm that grew until I couldn’t think of anything else.

She fucked my ass with long strokes, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the hilt. She held my hips to steady me. Lucía came over and slid two fingers into my cunt while Daniela did me from behind, and I felt both things at once: the cock filling my ass, the fingers moving in my cunt, and Lucía’s palm rubbing my clit to the rhythm of the thrusts.

I came with an intensity that left me speechless. I screamed against the edge of the tub, my vision blurred, and my whole body shook from top to bottom. Daniela stayed inside a little longer, moving slowly, until she pulled out carefully.

Lucía asked for the same, but for us to be patient with her. I positioned her leaning on the edge just like I had been, and prepared her first with my fingers: one, with lots of lube, circling until the muscle gave; then two, opening slowly, turning them inside. She breathed hard, biting her lip, her forehead resting on her arm. Daniela kissed her neck and shoulders while I worked, licking her skin and whispering things in her ear.

—Are you ready? —I asked.

—Yes —she said—. But slowly, please.

I guided Daniela toward her, pointing with my hand, holding the cock as I brought it toward Lucía’s asshole. It was a slow process, with pauses and adjustments. The tip went in and Lucía tensed up completely; Daniela stayed still, waited, and advanced a little more when the body stopped resisting. I rubbed her clit underneath to relax her, while the penetration kept gaining ground.

After a couple of minutes Daniela was all the way in. Lucía’s sounds changed: they stopped being sounds of discomfort and became something completely different. Deep moans, long, getting higher and higher as Daniela started moving.

—More, fuck, more… like that, keep going…

She fucked Lucía’s ass with firmer and firmer thrusts, holding her by the waist. I, in the water, kept rubbing her clit with two fingers and sucking her nipples. She came the first time almost right away, with a scream that echoed off the tiles. Daniela didn’t stop: she kept fucking her, increasing the pace, and Lucía came again a few minutes later, her whole body convulsing and her ass tightening around the cock still driving into her.

Daniela pulled out slowly. She was about ready to burst.

The two of us knelt in front of her on the edge of the tub, exhausted and shameless, mouths open and tongues out. Daniela grabbed her cock with her hand and jerked off quickly, over our faces. She came with a long growl. Thick jets fell over us: into our open mouths, on our tongues, cheeks, breasts. She marked us both equally and we took it together to the end, swallowing what fell inside, then licking each other’s faces clean, passing the semen from mouth to mouth in one last kiss.

***

We spent the rest of the night in the big bed. We slept little and without any fixed schedule, between short conversations and long silences, and the occasional extra fuck in between, softer, slower, almost out of obligation, so as not to leave any combination untried. In the morning, before there was enough light coming through the blinds, I woke with Lucía’s hand on my hip and Daniela’s eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

—Are you thinking about something? —I asked her softly.

—I’m thinking your husband’s surprise is going to be hard to top —she said.

I laughed so I wouldn’t wake Lucía.

We showered, had breakfast somewhere nearby, and said goodbye to Lucía on the sidewalk. She gave me her phone number. Daniela kissed her twice and told her it had been a pleasure to really meet her. Lucía looked at the two of us for a moment before walking away.

I drove toward Alicante with the windows down. I texted my husband: “I’ll arrive tomorrow night, not before.”

Lie.

I would arrive that same afternoon. And I wouldn’t arrive alone.