The Deal

My boyfriend and I know each other in that way that doesn’t need many words. With one look I already know what he wants. With one word he already knows where to put me. Between the two of us we’ve built our own language, made of gestures and silences and that kind of sex that invents itself, spontaneous and hot, that doesn’t need rehearsing because it comes from an understanding that goes beyond the body.

It was an ordinary afternoon. I was on top of him, moving slowly, with his hands on my tits and his mouth open searching for them, when he told me in a low voice that his fantasy was a threesome with two women. I stopped for a second. I felt first that small, annoying pang of jealousy, and then, almost at the same time, I felt something else: a new wetness, a heat that had nothing to do with what I was already feeling but with the image his words had put in my head.

I asked him to bite my tits and I sped up the movement of my hips. And then I started talking to him as if there were another woman with us, right there, in that room. I was saying: my love, what do you want us to do to you? Do you want us to suck you off together? Do you want to come in both our mouths at the same time? Ask her to suck my tits while you fill me with milk. I was making it up out loud and I felt how his gaze changed: it grew darker, slower, with that specific weight it has when he’s completely lost in what he’s doing.

He gripped my waist with both hands and started pushing from below, hard, as if he wanted to go through me. When I told him come for both of us I felt him contract entirely, a tremor that came from inside, and he came inside me with a force I hadn’t felt from him before, squeezing me so hard that his fingers left red marks on my back. While he was still panting I told him, without letting him recover: daddy, if I please you, do you please me?

He asked me what I wanted in that after-voice, hoarse and calm. I answered with the most capricious and shameless voice I have: I give you your threesome with another woman if you give me mine with two men. Silence. Three seconds, maybe four. Then: deal. You find the woman, I find the man.

From that night on we both dreamed the same thing, even if we didn’t always say it.

I thought about who it could be and the name came on its own: a friend from years back, one of those with whom there’s a trust that doesn’t need explaining. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and I recognized in her that state we all know after a breakup, the one of wanting to feel anything that isn’t what hurts. I wrote to her directly, no beating around the bush. She said yes almost before I finished explaining.

That morning, before going to pick her up, my boyfriend and I spent a long while in bed, heating each other up without reaching the end, saving something for later. I went out to get her in a short, wide red dress, no underwear, wanting to be as accessible as possible. She got on the back of the motorcycle behind me and I immediately felt her big, free tits against my back. During the ride we talked about anything but what we both knew was going to happen.

My boyfriend had prepared drinks, wine for us and beer for her because that’s what she’d asked for. He was shirtless, in nylon shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination. We sat on the living room sofa to talk, me with my thighs barely parted, not hiding anything.

He started kissing me, slow and with intention, with that way he has of kissing me when he wants me to know exactly what’s coming. Then he looked at her and invited her with his eyes. He opened her legs and started caressing her while he kissed both of us, alternating, one and then the other, until he asked us to kiss all three at the same time. Neither of us hesitated. We kissed with three tongues tangled while he fingered both of us, first one, then two, moving them slowly.

He took us to the bedroom and told us: kiss each other, touch each other, I want to watch you. I felt that moment of doubt that exists before crossing a line you’ve never crossed. But I had promised him this and I wanted my reward, so I kissed her. I used my tongue. I took off her blouse slowly and started touching her tits, which were big and soft and filled my hands in a way different from how you imagine before touching. She let me do it. He masturbated watching us.

He asked us if we wanted to rub against each other. She and I looked at each other. We said it was too much but he started masturbating both of us at the same time, one hand on each, until I got on top of her and started rubbing against her wetness. It was hot and wet and felt in a way I didn’t expect, soft and dense at the same time, and I had to force myself to stop when he asked us to suck his cock.

We both got on our knees. She took the dick, I took the balls, and then the other way around, taking turns, while he moaned with a force I hadn’t heard from him before and pressed our heads against him with both hands.

He called me first. I sat on top of him and started moving nonstop while she sat on his face. Our tits brushed and we held onto each other to keep our balance and move better. Then he changed and put it in her in front of me. I looked at her face while he did it: that expression of open desire that a person has when they’re completely surrendered to what they feel.

He put us both on all fours, one next to the other, and started alternating between the two while we masturbated. Then he told her to lie down, took my hand and guided it inside her. The two of us masturbated her together, he with his fingers and I with mine, and she asked us to stop but her body asked for exactly the opposite. When she screamed that she was coming I went straight to her wetness without anyone asking me and licked her softly, then harder, putting my tongue in as far as I could.

She told me I’m coming in your mouth and she came entirely, trembling, while he shouted at me not to stop. I took everything she had and the three of us kissed.

She said she had to go, that she couldn’t take any more. But while she was getting dressed my boyfriend told her come, before you go, touch my woman’s pussy, and he guided her hand to my wetness. Which made me come harder than before. Then he told her: now suck it.

She, already dressed, crouched down and started sucking me softly. At that moment my boyfriend pulled down her leggings again and put it in her again without warning. She had no choice but to keep sucking me with the same force with which he was thrusting into her, and I came without being able to control anything, again and again, while she got tangled up in what they were doing to her and didn’t want to let go of my clit, sucking it and masturbating me at the same time like someone who knows perfectly well what she’s doing.

When he shouted that he was coming I got on top of him before he could do it inside her. He filled me with his milk with his hands on my tits and his mouth searching for them, and I kept moving on top of him long after she had left, without knowing at what moment she went out the door, without caring.

We stayed the two of us alone, not wanting to stop, no reason to.

The deal had been fulfilled.

Now it was his turn.