I Drew Out the Confession That Embarrassed Him the Most

The bottle of Malbec was already half empty when Rodrigo started getting philosophical. That was always my warning that something was coming. He leaned back on the sofa with that blurred expression alcohol gives him, the one that makes him look ten years younger and ten times more vulnerable.

I watched him from the armchair opposite. The same ritual as always: him talking too much, me listening to more than he thought.

—Natalia —he said, turning his head toward me with visible effort—. Can I tell you something weird?

—Define weird.

—Weird for me. —He paused. He looked at his hands as if he were searching for the words between his fingers—. Sometimes I have… fantasies.

—Everybody has fantasies, Rodrigo.

—Not like these. —He swallowed—. Sometimes I imagine you’re fucking someone else. And it doesn’t bother me. I get hard.

There was a silence. I got up slowly from the armchair and went to sit beside him. Not too close. Enough for him to know I was taking him seriously.

—With another man?

Panic hit him immediately. He sat up, shaking his head from side to side, with the eyes of someone who has just stepped onto false ground.

—No, no. Not that. I mean with a woman. A threesome. You know, what any man wants, right? To see you getting fucked by another woman. There’s nothing weird about it. It’s the most normal fantasy in the world.

I listened to his explanations without interrupting. When he finished, I stayed quiet for a moment.

—Rodrigo.

—What?

—No lies.

He tensed.

—I’m not lying. With a woman, I swear. Only with a woman.

I looked him straight in the eyes for a few seconds. Then I stood up.

—Fine —I said—. If that’s what you want, that’s what you’re going to get.

His relief was immediate and absolute. I almost felt sorry for him. He still didn’t understand that he had just opened a door I was going to control completely from the other side.

***

I called Valeria the next day from the hallway at work, the phone pressed to my ear and my voice low.

Valeria and I had known each other for almost ten years. She was a graphic designer, had a dark sense of humor that made people uncomfortable at dinners, and a talent for controlled chaos that I had always found admirable. There weren’t many people in my life I could call with a proposal like mine.

I explained the situation in four sentences. The last one was:

—I want you to come fuck me in my bed. And I want him to watch afterward.

There was a brief pause.

—Is he going to be watching?

—He’s going to see you fuck me. On video. Every detail.

Another pause. Then a low laugh, genuine, from someone who has already made up her mind.

—When?

—This Friday.

—I’m in. And I’m bringing the thick harness. The one you love.

—Make it the thickest one you have.

***

I told Rodrigo on Thursday night, without drama, while I settled in front of the hallway mirror. He was on the sofa with his phone in hand, pretending to look at something.

—I’m going out with Valeria on Friday.

He didn’t answer right away. I felt the density of the silence in the room change.

—Where are you going? —he asked at last.

—To fulfill your fantasy, sweetheart. She’s going to fuck me in our bed. In yours.

I saw him blush in the reflection. Something caught in his throat.

—Natalia, seriously, there’s no need for you to...

—We already talked about it. Wasn’t that what you wanted? To know another woman was fucking me? Well, there you go.

He said nothing. I nodded once, as if we had reached an agreement, and went back into the bedroom.

Before leaving for work, I took the small camera out of the drawer in the desk and left it on Rodrigo’s nightstand, aimed at the bed. Flashing green light.

—Just in case you want a souvenir of how I cum with another woman —I said as I passed through the living room.

He didn’t look up. But he didn’t say no either. And I saw the bulge in his crotch pressing under his pants.

***

Valeria was waiting for me at the door of a Lebanese restaurant we knew in the neighborhood. She wore her black coat, her hair down, that stance of hers like someone who always arrives before everyone else and is in no hurry at all.

—Ready? —she asked me.

—Almost. I’m really hungry.

We sat down and ordered without looking too hard at the menu. Falafel, hummus with oil, pita bread with roasted garlic. The garlic came crushed into butter and you could smell it from the table next to us. We ordered two portions. We ate slowly, talked about other things, about a project she had underway, about a series neither of us had ever quite finished watching.

It was a normal night, almost.

The garlic took a while to settle. We both knew it and neither of us mentioned it.

Under the table, Valeria put her hand on my thigh halfway through dinner. She slid it up slowly, until with the pad of her thumb she brushed the fabric of my panties. She found the lump of my clit and pressed lightly.

—You’re already wet —she said, not looking up from her plate.

—I’ve been wet since last night.

—Then it’s going to be a long night, darling.

We got back to the apartment after eleven thirty. Rodrigo wasn’t in the living room. The study door was closed. We closed the bedroom door.

***

The camera was still on. Steady green light.

We undressed without rushing. Valeria did it with that natural ease of hers, like someone who doesn’t need anything to be more than it is. First the coat, then the blouse, the pants, the stockings. When she was down to bra and panties she came over to me and helped me undress her. She pulled my dress down off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She unhooked my bra with her teeth against my neck and tossed it aside. She pulled my panties off with two fingers, slowly, until she felt them tug tight against my soaked cunt.

—Look at you dripping all over —she said. She slid two fingers between my wet lips and lifted them to her mouth. She sucked them one by one, staring at me hard—. You taste like a party.

The mood in the room changed without either of us forcing it, like the temperature changes when someone opens a window.

Rodrigo’s bed had the sheets stretched tight. He had that habit of making them every morning, smooth, with the corners tucked under the mattress.

We lay down on top of them.

Valeria kissed me first, slowly, her hand firm on the back of my neck. I opened my mouth and we met with held-back hunger, quick breathing, tongue against tongue. Her fingers slid down my back, squeezed my ass, and pulled me closer until I felt her heavy breasts against mine, hard nipples rubbing together. I loved the weight of her body, the confidence in the way she moved, as if she knew exactly how hard to squeeze and when to let go.

I bit her neck. She let out a low laugh and grabbed my hair, tugging just enough to expose my throat. She leaned in and licked me from collarbone to navel, slowly, leaving a hot trail of saliva that made my back arch. She stopped at my tits. She took my left nipple fully into her mouth, sucking hard, while with the other hand she pinched the right one until I moaned.

—What delicious tits you have —she murmured—. I’m going to eat them whole.

She bit them. One and then the other. She left marks. Then she kept going down, licking the groove between my breasts, my navel, the mound of Venus. When she reached my pussy, she spread my legs with her knees and stayed there looking at my cunt for a second, mouth open.

—You’re gushing, Natalia. Look how everything shines.

—Eat it already.

She buried her face between my legs without another warning. Her tongue was hard, flat, licking me from bottom to top, tracing the wet lips, stopping on my clit with steady pressure. Then she sucked. She sucked my clit like it was a candy, not letting go, while two fingers of hers sank inside me, curling upward to find the exact spot.

—God, you taste so good —she said, lifting her face with her chin shining with my wetness—. I’m going to make you cum several times before I put my cock in you.

She went back down. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back. I took her by the head and set the rhythm, rubbing her face against my cunt, fucking her mouth with my hips. She moaned while she sucked me, which made me even hotter. The first orgasm hit me like a quick jolt, without tenderness, my back tightening and my legs closing around her head. I crushed her face between my thighs and came in her mouth, letting out a long moan that bounced off Rodrigo’s ceiling. Valeria didn’t stop; she kept licking and drinking my orgasm until my thighs shook and I had to push her away gently to breathe.

—One —she said, licking her lips—. We’re going for the next one.

Then I turned her over.

I put her on her back and settled myself between her legs. She looked at me with that expression of hers, pure controlled hunger. I kissed her neck, her tits, bit her nipples until they were red and hard, ran my tongue over her navel. When I got down to her pussy, I found it just as soaked as mine. I spread her lips with my fingers and leaned in to lick around first, not touching the clit, until she begged me.

—Don’t make me wait, you fucking bitch —she moaned—. Eat it properly.

I stabbed my tongue into her all at once. I alternated tongue and suction, sliding one, two, three fingers inside her while the rest of my hand pressed against her hip to keep her still. I fucked her mouth with a vengeance, sucking her clit the way she had done to mine, feeling her cunt clench around my fingers.

—More —she said, her voice hoarse—. Deeper, Natalia.

—Like this?

—Yes. Fuck me like that. Put them all the way in.

The sentence set me on fire. I pushed the three fingers in to the knuckles, driving into her while I sucked her clit without mercy. I drove the rhythm up until her back arched and she pressed my head to her sex, breathing short, pushing against my tongue. She came screaming, without holding back, her cunt gushing over my hand and face. I pulled my fingers out and sucked them in front of her.

—You taste like a party too —I said.

The smell of her orgasm and mine mixed with the heat of the sheets and the sweat already running down our chests and necks. The smell had everything: hot cunt, saliva, sweat, garlic on the breath, the sticky musk of real sex. A smell that seeped into Rodrigo’s sheets like a stain.

When I tried to sit up, Valeria grabbed my wrists and rolled me over again. I ended up face down, ass lifted and legs spread, while she settled in behind me. I felt her fingers tracing my entrance, wetting me even more with my own moisture and hers, and then the tip of her finger entering slowly, opening me, testing me before sliding in two, then three, until she had me sighing into Rodrigo’s pillow.

—Look at you —she said—. Open like this for me. The whole bed is ours now.

She fucked me with her fingers while she kissed my back and bit my shoulders. She sucked my nape, pinched my nipples from underneath, talked dirty in my ear.

—This bed is going to smell like you cumming for me when he lies down tomorrow. Do you realize that?

—Yes.

—Say it again.

—This bed is going to smell like my cum —I said, panting into the sheet—. And yours.

—Good girl.

When she had me trembling, she went to get the harness she’d brought in the bag. She had shown it to me earlier, with that filthy smile of hers, the smile of someone who enjoys anticipation. The cock was thick, dark, heavily textured. She strapped it on carefully, wet her lips, and rubbed it between my ass cheeks, sliding it up and down over my soaked cunt to coat it well before pushing in.

—Ask me for it —she said.

—Put it in me.

—More polite.

—Please, fuck me with that cock.

—That’s it.

The first push was slow. I felt it enter, firm, filling the space with a thick pressure that tore a deep moan from me. It opened me as it went, centimeter by centimeter, until her hip hit my ass. She stayed all the way inside, filling me, letting me breathe for a second on that edge between discomfort and pleasure.

—All of it. I put all of it in you. Look how well you take it.

Then she pulled almost all the way out and shoved back in. Harder. And again. She began setting the rhythm, gripping my hips, giving me deep thrusts that made the mattress creak. Each drive moved my whole body, made me slide over the sheets, hit the exact spot inside me until I was left breathless. Her pelvis crashed against my ass with a sharp, wet, obscene sound.

—That’s it, Natalia —she murmured—. That’s how I want you. Fucked in your husband’s bed.

—Yes —I moaned—. Harder.

—Ask properly.

—Fuck me harder, please.

I clung to Rodrigo’s pillow and let myself be fucked hard, my ass bouncing against her hips, my tits crushed against the mattress and my skin burning from the friction. Valeria drove the cock deeper and deeper, alternating slow thrusts with rougher, dirtier ones that tore sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make. She slapped my ass. Then again. Her handprint stayed red on my cheek.

—This is what he wanted to see, right? —she said without slowing—. Someone else opening you. Someone else filling you.

—Yes.

—Then tell the camera you’re enjoying it.

I turned my head toward the green light, mouth open, drool hanging from me.

—Valeria is fucking me —I panted—. Better than you, Rodrigo. Much better.

—Again.

—She’s putting all of it in me. Look at me. Look at me cumming on her cock.

The room filled with our noises: skin on skin, broken breathing, the bed hitting the wall, a moan from me every time she found that brutal angle that emptied my mind. The smell of the bed changed too: sweat, wet cunt, latex, saliva, lubricant and the thick dampness of real sex. A dense smell, particular, unmistakably ours.

She took my hips in both hands and fucked me harder until I felt my stomach lock and the orgasm burst in short waves, one after the other, making me clamp my thighs and let out a choked moan into the pillow. I came on the cock, on the sheets, soaking everything, my cunt throbbing out of control around her strap-on. Valeria kept moving until I was completely emptied out, trembling, my cunt still contracting around nothing when she pulled it out slowly.

—Two —she said, panting too.

Then she turned me over again, laid me on my back, and knelt between my legs. She opened me with her fingers, leaned down, and started licking the rest of my orgasm and my wetness as if she wanted to leave me clean and dirtier at the same time. She sucked me until the last thread. Then she settled on top of me, still wearing the harness, and slid the cock into me again, this time facing me, while she kissed me with my own cunt’s flavor filling her mouth.

—Taste yourself —she said, sliding her tongue all the way in.

I returned the favor, slipping my hand between her legs beneath the harness, rubbing her clit until a long moan escaped her and she grabbed my arm hard. I made her cum like that, riding me, while I still felt her buried inside me and our two sexes blurred together into one.

We went on like that for a good while longer, changing positions, rhythm, intensity, sucking, rubbing, tangling ourselves on Rodrigo’s bed with an almost cruel patience. Valeria took the harness off and put it on me. She turned me over. I rode her from behind, gripping her hips, driving into her without mercy while I pinched her dangling nipples. The bed creaked. The headboard slammed against the wall in an outrageous rhythm. Valeria screamed when she came again on the cock, pushing her ass back against me, asking for more.

Then she rode me face to face, sitting on top of me with the harness already tossed on the floor, her cunt pressed flat against mine. She rubbed the two sexes together, sliding, soaking us both with our mixed orgasms. Slow, dirty, viscous tribadism. Her tits bounced with every drop. I sucked one of her nipples until it was hard and then made her cum again with my hand between her legs, sinking two fingers in while she arched and pressed my face against her chest.

—Three —she panted.

—Four for me.

—I’m keeping count.

The last time was slower. Deeper. Both of us already panting, sweaty, hair plastered to our foreheads, legs tired and the air in the room turned into a thick broth of used bodies and satisfied desire. I was on my back, she on top, her fingers buried in my cunt while mine were buried in hers, face to face, tongue to tongue, both cunts splashing with every wrist movement. We came almost at the same time, moaning into each other’s mouths, our bodies shaken by the last waves. Valeria collapsed on top of me, sweaty, sticky, her thighs covered in my dried wetness and hers.

She leaned down, kissed me with salty lips, and whispered in my ear:

—Your man won’t be able to watch this without breaking.

And there was no need to answer her.

We made it last almost two hours.

When we were done, Rodrigo’s bed was different. The sheets were wrinkled, stained with all kinds of wetness, his pillow crushed under my neck and marked by a round stain where my drool had slipped out. The duvet was tangled at the foot of the bed, filthy. A couple of Valeria’s black hairs on the fitted sheet. And that smell hanging in the air, dense, inescapable, a mix of cunt and latex and sweat and garlic and the final musk of two women who had just fucked each other hard.

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling. Valeria rested her forehead on my shoulder.

—You’re going to destroy that man —she said.

—That’s the idea.

***

Rodrigo was sitting on the sofa when I came out of the bedroom. He had the television on mute. I sat down beside him without saying anything and took out my phone.

—I recorded everything —I said—. For you.

He took the phone. His hands were steady. He pressed play.

During the first few minutes, his face was what I expected: stillness, tension, eyes not blinking. He watched the two of us in his bed, in his space. The fantasy taking shape exactly where he slept. He saw me open, moaning, fucked by Valeria’s thick cock. He heard me say his name to the camera while another woman made me cum.

Then the expression changed. Not all at once. In layers.

He saw the sheets. He saw how we had occupied every inch without care. He saw his pillow under my head, his duvet under our bodies. He saw Valeria’s expression when she leaned over me and drove the cock all the way in. He saw me cum again and again on the sheets he made every morning. And he saw the moment when the two of us pressed our cunts together and rubbed ourselves empty.

I saw his crotch tighten under his pants. He was hard and ashamed at the same time. Both things at once.

He stopped the video. He was pale.

—What… what smells like that? —he whispered.

—The smell of what happened —I said—. The smell of two wet cunts and two orgasms in your bed. The smell of when she fucked me all the way deep where you sleep.

He stood up. I thought he was going to leave, but he stayed standing in the middle of the living room with the phone in his hand and his cock marking the pants.

I took his arm gently and led him toward the bedroom.

The smell stopped him in the doorway. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, unwillingly. I saw the bulge swell even more.

—I don’t want to go in.

—Yes, you do. Look at your cock, Rodrigo. You’re already hard.

—Natalia…

—Rodrigo. —I put my hand on his chest, slowly, and slid it down to squeeze him over his pants. I felt him hard, pulsing—. This is exactly what you asked for. Not in those words, but yes. You wanted your space to be invaded. You wanted what is yours to stop being yours for a moment. You wanted to feel outside. And now you are.

—That’s not what I said.

—No? —I spoke without raising my voice, squeezing him again—. Then tell me why your dick is this hard. Why you haven’t gone to the sofa.

He didn’t answer.

I gently pushed him inside.

His duvet was rumpled at the foot of the bed, with a wet stain in the middle. The pillow had the impression of my head and smelled like my hair and Valeria’s. The air in the room was thick, hot, loaded with garlic and sweat and freshly fucked cunts.

—Sit down —I said.

He sat on the edge of the bed. On the sheets we had used. On the stain. I saw him shiver a little when the smell went straight into his nose from the fabric.

—You don’t have to pretend it was a clean fantasy anymore —I said, standing in front of him—. It was always this: you want me to humiliate you. To leave my cum on what’s yours. To leave you out of what happens in your own bed. That’s what you asked for.

His eyes were shining. He said nothing. His cock was marking his pants with shame.

—I’m not judging you, Rodrigo. I’m giving you what you needed.

I came closer, put my hand on his jaw, and made him lift his face. With my other hand I pressed the bulge and felt it throbbing.

—Stay here tonight —I said—. In these sheets. With this smell. And if you need to jerk off to get to sleep, do it. Put your hand in your pants, rub your face against the pillow where the other woman’s sweat stayed behind, smell everything she left, and cum thinking about how she fucked me better than you. I’m not going to watch you. But I want you to know exactly what happened the next time you sleep here.

I went to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on full blast. I got under the hot water and stayed there, not thinking too much, letting the steam fill the space. The water was still washing Valeria off my thighs, my hair, under my nails. I cleaned myself slowly, almost lovingly toward my own fucked body.

From the other side of the wall I didn’t hear anything for a long while. Then, very slowly, I heard the mattress creak. And after that, almost imperceptibly, quickened breathing and the unmistakable rustle of a hand moving fast under fabric.

I smiled.

I stayed under the water until it cooled.

***

The next morning, Rodrigo was already up when I came out of the bathroom. He had made coffee and was sitting at the kitchen table with both cups served, staring at the steam rising from his.

We didn’t talk about it right away. We had breakfast. He looked like someone who hadn’t slept all that well but wasn’t quite miserable either.

When I finished my coffee, I asked him:

—How are you?

He took a moment.

—I don’t know —he said.

—That’s an honest answer.

—I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel after something like that.

—You’re not supposed to feel anything. You feel what you feel.

He looked at me.

—And you? —he asked—. For you, was it…?

—For me it was exactly what I planned for it to be. And I came four times, if you care about the data.

His ears turned red. He nodded slowly. He didn’t ask anything else.

I picked up the cups, put them in the sink, and leaned against the counter, facing him.

—Rodrigo. Next time you want to tell me something, tell me sober. It’s fairer for both of us.

Something crossed his face. Recognition, not exactly shame. The look of someone who has just understood the rules of a game he’s been playing for a long time without knowing it.

—All right —he said.

—Good.

I took my bag and left for work.