Plan Z

My eyes blink open, slowly. I can make out soft figures from beyond the windowpane: a tree branch slowly swinging in the wind, a bird dipping from right to left. As I begin to wake, my other senses come to light. I can hear someone muffled, talking on the phone from the floor below me, the waves outside lapping against the sea cliffs, and I feel the heavy arm of a man draped over my back as I lay on my stomach in a pool of white linen bedding. Slowly, I begin to stir. It’s only when I stretch my limbs in an early morning salute that I feel another arm in a place I don’t expect. I cock my head down slightly to see a second man, curled around my hip. The heat of his bare skin sets fire to mine, and I am at ease in my early morning nakedness. A small smile plays on my face as I remember the events of the night before.

One month ago, my situation looked rather different. I was living in California with a man whom I loved very much but knew that I could not spend the rest of my life with. As our relationship was ending, my career was plateauing, and my landlord was increasing rent for my tiny apartment. On a whim, I decided to take a sabbatical and spend a month alone in a small seaside village in the south of Spain. 

~~~

My first week in Spain I wake up each morning to the sun, drink a cup of coffee on my balcony, take Spanish lessons in the afternoon, and dip into the ocean alone at sunset, allowing the salty water to wash over me. My second week in Spain, I meet two sisters from Madrid here to enjoy a holiday similar to mine. After a handful of long lunches, they invite me to go dancing with them at a small club near the ocean. I haven’t been out dancing in what feels like years, and as I don my silver hoops and lipstick, a rush of excitement hits my stomach—I almost forgot this feeling. 

We enter the club and the jostle of people’s sticky bodies rub against me as they sway to the dull throb of music. We grab a drink at the bar and make our way into the crowd to join the sway. It’s not long before I feel a man’s hand snake around my waist and pull me into him.

“Is this okay?” he asks, as I turn my neck to look at him, I let out a small breath. In the darkness, I can see his big brown eyes and soft curls framing his face. I nod my head and hold his gaze. He smiles, and pulls me closer. 

“My name is Ex,” he says, “and you’re gorgeous.” 

“Thank you,” I say, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I close my eyes, and turn away, savoring the feel of our bodies moving perfectly in sync with the music. Our dancing is quickly turning into something more sensual than the beat, more explorative. I slide my hand behind me and under his shirt, running my fingers over his hard stomach, pressing the back of my head into his chest. He has one hand gripped to my hip, and the other cupping under my breast. It isn’t long before I feel that he’s hard, pressed tightly against my back.

I turn my head to the side, as Ex trails a gentle kiss down my neck, and I lock eyes with a man watching us from the bar. Where Ex’s face is boyish and bright, this man holds a smoldering gaze studying the pair of us. He stands tall and broad, and his eyes bore into me as I feel my stomach clench. His light eyes offset jet black hair and several days’ worth of dark stubble. Something comes over me and I extend my hand long, beckoning him over with a finger. He raises an eyebrow, amused, before shifting off the bar and walking over to us on the dancefloor.

As he gets closer to us my heart begins to race. Although I am living from one moment to the next, I feel powerful and alive, and fully in control of the situation quickly unfolding before me. Ex holds me close, as this stranger bends down, a hand on my face as he whispers in my ear.

“Are you two together?” 

I shake my head, refusing to break eye contact, soaking in what I make out to be a slight Australian accent over the loud sounds of the club. I know that Ex has heard him and can still feel his hardness pressed against me, 

“Do you want to be?” he asks. 

“I want to dance,” I say, and suddenly I am situated between these two men, working in unison to make me feel the heat of the music. I don’t care if anyone is watching us, or where the night is going. Our bodies move harmoniously, as each beat pushes my ass into Ex and my pelvis into the new stranger. I am single, and happy, and alive. I groan as I lean into Ex, and as my head tilts back, my stranger grasps the back of my exposed neck.

“I want to kiss you. Is that ok?” 

I nod and close my eyes as I feel his mouth on mine. My lips part for him and our tongues roll together. His hands travel up my torso and down my thighs. Our kiss is only heightened by Ex behind me, grinding his cock into me through our clothes and breathing heavily into my ear. Every hair on the back of my neck stands up as I feel four strong hands roving over my body, getting teasingly close to the places I want them to be but never actually getting all the way there. I glance around for my friends, the sisters, and they blow me a kiss from the bar, thoroughly enjoying the predicament I’ve gotten myself into. 

“I want you both to come home with me,” I say, knowing they are both close enough to hear me. “I want you both to come to my flat for the night, if that’s something you’d be open to.” 

I see the men look at each other, both filled with lust and my stranger says, 

“Fuck—yes. I’m Why, by the way.” 

Ex offers a hand and introduces himself. I gaze up at the both of them, unable to stare at either one of them for too long lest they evaporate before me like a hallucination. I’ve wanted to be with two men at the same time for as long as I can remember, but have never imagined it would happen this organically. 

I go say goodbye to my friends and assure them we will meet for breakfast tomorrow, and then without looking back into the sea of bodies behind me, I grab Ex’s hand and lead him down the stairs and into a cab, with Why close behind. 

~~~

When we get up to my flat, I put on a soft light that casts a dim pink glow in the room. I turn on soft music to offset the club’s bass and pour us all a glass of wine. We establish that Why is traveling from Australia, and Ex is on holiday from another region in Spain, and although they are both happy to continue conversing, there is a knot in my stomach that hasn’t gone away since I was pressed between them in the club, teasing me with the potential for more. When conversation wanes, I stand up and walk into the middle of the room. I turn to face both men and lower the flimsy straps of my dress. It falls in a pool at my feet, exposing my breasts and lacy black panties. The week of sun and sea have done me well, accentuating my brown skin and the soft waves of my hair. I feel more free than I have in years, desired by two men who are staring up at me with their utmost attention. Although I find myself in uncharted territory, I am more giddy than nervous for what is to unfold.

“Baby,” growls Why, “please let me fuck you.”

I smile and walk over to him, cognizant of Ex watching my every move. As I reach Why, I run my fingers through his hair and pull his face to mine as we kiss. Then I drop to my knees and begin to unbutton his pants. His cock springs free and I catch it in my hand before sinking it in my mouth. I can taste his salty precum and stare up at him while I lick him. When he closes his eyes and lets out a low groan, I reach out for Ex, who has already undone his belt and is kneading his cock in his hands watching us. I extend my other hand and take over for him, syncing the rhythm of pleasure for the two. 

“Let’s switch,” I say when I feel Why beginning to shake as an orgasm approaches. “Ex, sit on the bed with your back against the wall.”

He takes my direction well, his eyes glazed over with desire. I crawl on the bed up to him and kiss him deeply, our first time. I love that his kisses are slow and intentional like we have all the time in the world. I can still taste Why in our kiss and I know he can too. I pull off his shirt and pants and trail kisses down his broad, tanned chest, flicking each of his small brown nipples with my tongue. When I make my way down his stomach and reach his golden brown patch of pubic hair, I smile before kissing up his shaft and swallowing his dick. As I slowly suck him, I feel Why’s hands on my hips, unrolling my panties and grabbing my ass. I haven’t given him direction and am pleasantly surprised when I feel his warm wet mouth on me, kissing me from one cheek to the other, slowly spreading me and getting closer to my cunt. Then he licks me up and down and I melt into him, my mouth occupied with Ex while Why’s tongue is torturing me, lapping me up as I am exposed on my knees and elbows. 

Ex arches his back against the cool wall and with both hands cups my breasts, pulling on my nipples while Why alternates between sucking my clit into his mouth and licking my ass—it’s too much. I cum with a groan into Why’s face, shuddering in waves as the orgasm washes over me. I almost forget that I’m giving head, but am reminded by the hot spurts of cum flooding my mouth as Ex finds his release. I swallow it down gladly, still in a daze from my own orgasm, and look back to see Why wiping his face. He smiles when he sees me watching. 

“Let’s rearrange,” he says, and directs Ex to lie down flat on the edge of the bed, so his legs are comfortably spread open and his feet are planted on the floor.

“Someone’s bossy,” I say smiling down at Ex, who laughs and shakes his head.

Without missing a beat, Why slaps my ass, hard, and the sound cracks through the room. I involuntarily groan.

“I like bossy,” I say, shooting back a look at him, “I like rough, too.”

The laughter is over now, as I turn my body around at Why’s command. I’m facing him as he stands at the end of the bed, eye level with his cock. I’m also practically sitting on Ex’s face, deliciously at his mercy. 

I groan as Ex starts to touch me, slowly at first, with big gentle hands exploring me. He uses the pad of his thumb to slowly rub my clit before releasing, his other hand parts my lips. As he begins to use his tongue on me, I sink lower onto him, almost forgetting that Why is standing in front of me. But I know he’s watching us, because after a few moments I feel him grab my hair and sweep it into a ponytail with his hand, yanking my head back so I’m staring directly up at him.

“I’m going to give you rough, ok?” he says, looking down at me on the bed.

“Yes, Sir,” I say with a moan, locking our gaze. 

He responds by pushing his thumb in my mouth, giving me no choice but to suck it, I close my eyes and savor the moment of Why’s finger in my mouth and Ex’s fingers in my pussy. When Why removes his thumb, it’s quickly replaced by his cock. I’m on my hands and knees, hovered over Ex, as Why guides my pace on him, one hand still wrapped tightly around my hair, his other hand cupping under my chin. It is rough, and with Ex under me starting to play with my ass, I can feel another orgasm beginning to build. After several moments, I can feel that Ex is hard again. Why must have noticed too, because he releases his grip on my hair and takes a step back. I roll onto my back opposite from Ex, and we all take a moment to catch our breath.

“I’m ready,” I say, “I want you both to fuck me.”

“Goddamn,” says Ex, smiling. I prop myself up to look at him. “I did not imagine my night ending up this good.”

Why smiles and shakes his head, as I crawl over to rummage through my nightstand, pulling out condoms. 

“I’ve never done this,” I say, “but I’m ready.”

“We’ll just start slow,” says Ex, as he sits up.

“Absolutely,” says Why, “and if it’s too much, we can stop.”

Once they both have on their condoms, I situate myself on all fours at the edge of the bed. Ex is behind me first, and grabs both of my hips as he sinks himself into me. Both of us groan, waiting a beat before moving again. The build-up to this moment has made it so much sweeter—I can feel myself clenching around him when he is fully inside of me. Slowly, Ex pulls out of me before finding his rhythm. He starts speaking to me in Spanish, and although I can only make out a few words, I can tell by his tone that it’s filthy. I can also hear Why standing next to us, touching himself and he watches and listens.

“Fuck,” he groans, and it dawns on me that he can understand what Ex is saying.

I can feel Ex’s urgency building as he starts to fuck me faster and deeper, but suddenly he pulls out. I turn around in time to see Why step up behind me, grinning. He smacks my ass again. As he enters me, he leans over me and pushes my upper back down with his hand, so I am now pressed firmly down on the bed with my cheek on the mattress. 

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I love how much you love this. You’re dripping for us.”

As he fucks me harder, I know I’m going to cum again, and I moan as my mind gets hazy with a rippling orgasm. Why also has begun to speed up, and he grips me hard enough that I know I’ll have a bruise tomorrow. I can feel him coming, and before I have time to register what’s happening he slides himself out of me and is immediately replaced by Ex, who rubs his cock up and down my pussy before rolling into me in time to feel the residual shudder of my orgasm, prolonged by his hand as he reaches down to rub my clit. He climaxes shortly after.

I collapse on the bed under him, panting and sweaty. I barely have the energy to take a sip of water before falling into a deep sleep, the afterglow of my orgasm blurring reality and dreams.

~~~

I look at my clock and roll out of bed, careful not to wake them up. Why stirs softly and I can hear Ex deeply breathing as I slip out of the room to brush my teeth and scoop my hair into a bun. I put on my favorite oversized shirt and sit at my little table to write a note, explaining where to find my coffee and how to see themselves out without a key. I sign the note with a little heart, realizing that I never actually gave them my name. I step outside and the sunshine warms my face, as I look up at the vastness of the blue sky. This town is small, but I’m not sure if I’ll see either of them out again. I smile to myself as I turn left towards brunch, thinking that it doesn’t matter. All that matters now is that I am here and that I’m happy.

Photo by Nadezhda Diskant