My Ex Set Me Free and Couldn't Handle the Consequences

Rodrigo arrived at the private condominium complex after six in the evening, left his briefcase on the sofa, hung up his jacket, put his clothes in the laundry basket, and took a long shower. Then he put on sweatpants, a loose T-shirt, and went to make himself some coffee.

Holding the cup in his hand, he stood looking out at the central garden from the terrace. At thirty-three, he was head of contracts at an international engineering firm. A bachelor by choice for most of his adult life, except for the last ten months with Camila: a design student, twenty-two years old, with long brown hair. Tall, slim, always well dressed without seeming to try too hard.

It was almost six-thirty when the doorbell rang.

—Hi —Camila said, coming in without much enthusiasm.

—Hi, beautiful. Everything okay?

—More or less. Rodrigo, we need to talk.

—Sure. Sit down.

—I don't know how to tell you this... I feel overwhelmed. I feel like I'm missing out on experiences because of the relationship, because of school, because of everything. I need some time.

—You surprise me. Can't we work it out together?

—No. I already told you, I feel trapped.

—All right. I'm not going to pressure you.

—Oh... okay. The truth is, I thought you'd get angry.

—Camila, you're informing me of your decision, not asking for my opinion. I respect it.

—Okay. That's all.

—Can I ask you something?

—Yes.

—Is there someone else?

She looked away toward the window. After a few seconds, she said:

—No... not yet.

—Understood.

Camila looked at him, waiting for some reaction. Rodrigo said nothing. When she moved closer to give him a goodbye kiss, he gently stopped her.

—The things you left in the bedroom and bathroom—are you taking them today?

—Uh... no, I'll come get them...

—Then please put them in bags and leave them by the entrance.

She went to gather her things in silence. Rodrigo walked her to the door. When Camila tried to kiss him on the lips, he shifted slightly and kissed her cheek instead. She looked at him for a second, went down to the parking lot, and drove away. Before the car had even left the complex, Rodrigo had already closed the door.

He sent a message to the management revoking Camila's unrestricted access. Then he drank his coffee, looked out at the garden, and called Marcos.

—Rodrigo, old man. How's everything?

—Good, Marcos. Do you have plans tonight?

—None.

—Let's have dinner and go out for a drink.

—Sure. And Camila?

—I'll tell you tonight.

They met at El Mirador at nine. Rodrigo arrived in a dark suit, his shirt open at the collar, and gleaming black loafers. Marcos was already at the table.

—What happened?

—It happened this afternoon. She feels overwhelmed, says she's missing out on experiences because of the relationship. She wants some time.

—She told you that with a straight face?

—And it looks like there's a third person.

—Classic. She's using you as a safety net while she tries out the other guy. That girl, Rodrigo...

—Everyone owns their own life, Marcos.

—No argument there, engineer. —Marcos was an engineer too, and he liked the joke.

They changed the subject. They talked about work, politics, and a pending tennis match. After dinner, they went to a bar where the group's acquaintances usually gathered: young professionals, some couples, lifelong singles. Good music, good drinks, and not much of a scene.

Rodrigo was at the bar with Marcos when he heard his name from behind.

—Rodrigo! You're getting better-looking every day, you bastard.

He turned around. Lucía. Blonde, tall, dressed in black, with that smile he knew by heart. His ex-girlfriend from almost two years ago.

—And you're getting more beautiful every day. Hi, Lu.

—Hi. What a surprise to see you here! Where's Camila?

—She flew the coop —Rodrigo said with a brief smile.

—Excuse us, guys. —Lucía took Rodrigo's hand and led him to a quiet corner of the bar—. What do you mean, flew the coop?

—She asked for some time. Said she feels overwhelmed. That, quote, “I'm missing out on living things because of the relationship.”

—I can't believe it.

—You know me, Lu. I don't tell you one thing when it's another. And really, she didn't even suggest a break: she told me outright that she wanted to separate for a while.

—Is there someone else?

—Exact quote: “No... not yet.”

—She's an idiot. She's willing to lose someone like you just to try out someone else... What a moron. Are you going to wait for her?

Rodrigo looked at her in silence. A slow smile crossed his face, but he said nothing.

—Okay, don't answer. Once word gets around that you're single, you'll need a bodyguard. —Lucía winked.

—Let's see if they find out...

—They'll find out.

While they were talking, Camila entered the bar holding hands with a guy Rodrigo didn't know. Lucía noticed him too.

—There’s your ex with the famous third wheel. Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends.

Lucía's friends were three women. When they approached, Lucía introduced them in a very loud voice.

—Girls, this bastard is my ex-boyfriend. I think I've told you a thing or two about him.

Camila turned when she heard that. When she saw Rodrigo greeting the girls with kisses, she stood still a few yards away.

—Rodrigo, there are four of us and no free seats. Pick one to sit on your lap.

He looked from one girl to the next until he reached Lucía.

—I don't count —she said before he could say anything—. Self-preservation.

—You? —Rodrigo asked the brunette with light eyes who was sitting across from Lucía.

—Of course —the brunette said.

—Your name?

—Diana.

—Beautiful woman.

—Thank you.

—Careful, his girlfriend dumped him this very afternoon. He's on the loose and dangerous —Lucía warned the others—. Highly addictive.

Camila had let go of the hand of the man beside her. She was tense and trying to listen without looking.

They kept chatting for quite a while. When Rodrigo left with Diana, he stopped by Lucía first, took her hand for a second, and whispered something in her ear.

—You're a piece of shit —she said, laughing.

Rodrigo gave her a quick kiss on the lips and left with Diana.

He drove to the condominium with Diana's hand sliding up his thigh until she squeezed his cock through his pants. As soon as they entered the apartment, Rodrigo spun her around against the door, lifted her black dress, and ripped off her thong in one pull. Diana's pussy was already soaked. He buried two fingers in her up to the knuckles, and with his other hand he pulled one of her tits out over her bra.

—Slut —he whispered against her neck.

—Fuck me already —she panted—. Don't make me wait.

He took her into the living room, threw her facedown over the arm of the sofa, and lifted her ass. He opened his pants, pulled down his boxers, and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. Diana pushed back, searching for it.

—Look at you begging, you fucking bitch.

—Put it in me, come on, put it all the way in.

Rodrigo slammed into her in a single thrust. Diana screamed into the cushion. He grabbed her hair, wrapped it around his hand, and started fucking her hard, hammering her ass against his pelvis, pulling out and driving all the way back in. Diana's pussy was dripping, making a wet sound every time his cock entered and left her.

—Suck me —he ordered, yanking it out.

Diana turned over, knelt on the floor, and took his cock into her mouth all the way to her throat. She sucked him hungrily, one hand on his balls, looking up at him with those light-colored eyes. Rodrigo grabbed both her ears and fucked her mouth at his own pace while she swallowed and moaned.

He lifted her, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed on her back. He spread her legs and ate her pussy for several minutes, playing with her clitoris until he made her come for the first time, her legs trembling over his shoulders. Then he turned her over and took her again from behind. He fucked her on all fours, then on her side with one leg raised, then with her on top, watching her tits bounce as she rode him. When Rodrigo was about to come, he put her on her knees again and came in her mouth. Diana swallowed all of his cum without taking his cock out.

—Lucía told me —she murmured afterward, her lips still close to his cock—. Addictive.

They fell asleep embracing each other over the bedspread.

***

On Saturday he had dinner with friends, and afterward they all went to the same bar. Camila was there with the guy, but she was no longer holding his hand. Rodrigo went straight to the couches where Lucía and her friends were sitting, kissed her on the lips, and greeted the others.

He introduced his friends. With a discreet signal, he told one of them to go over to Diana. Another of the girls left with another man from the group. He made Sofía, Lucía's third friend, stand up, sat down, and she sat back down on his lap.

—Your ex is already staring without even trying to hide it —Lucía murmured.

—What a shame —Rodrigo said, putting an arm around her waist.

Just then, someone unexpected approached: Valeria, Camila's older sister.

—Hi, Rodrigo.

—Hi, Valeria. What a surprise to see you here.

—I heard about the stupid thing my sister did. My family doesn't know anything yet. —She paused—. I still have the same cell number.

—Understood.

She kissed him on the lips and left. Sofía watched her walk away with her eyes wide.

—Even her sister is hitting on you.

—There's a reason, Sofía. You'll find out tonight.

When they left, Rodrigo put his arm around Sofía, and Camila followed them with her eyes from the other end of the room.

In the building's elevator, Sofía leaned her back against the mirror and spread her legs. Rodrigo slipped his hand beneath her skirt and moved her panties aside. She was wet.

—I can tell you were waiting for this.

—Ever since you made me sit on your lap.

Inside the apartment, he stripped her standing up in the living room, sucked her tits one after the other, ran his tongue over her navel, and continued downward until he knelt in front of her. He spread her pussy lips with two fingers and began patiently sucking her clitoris, moving his tongue in circles, inserting two fingers and curling them upward. Sofía clutched the living-room table, and one knee buckled when she came, her mouth open and silent.

He took her to the bedroom, put her facedown with her ass raised, and ran his tongue all over her asshole before fucking her. Sofía writhed.

—No one had ever done that to me...

—Now they'll do more.

He thrust his cock into her pussy in one stroke and fucked her hard, holding her by the hips, until the bed began banging against the wall. Sofía screamed with her face against the pillow. He fucked her from behind for a long time, pulled out, spat on her ass, and began pressing the head of his cock against her asshole. Sofía opened herself on her own, and he entered slowly, inch by inch, until she took a deep breath and began moving her ass, asking for more. He fucked her ass slowly at first, then found a rhythm, holding her by the shoulders, until he came inside her. Sofía remained facedown, breathing hard, with his cum running from her ass down her thighs.

***

On Sunday, Sofía and Diana stayed until noon. The three of them ate breakfast naked in the kitchen, the girls taking turns sucking Rodrigo's cock beneath the table while he drank his coffee. Lucía showed up at noon with two bottles of wine, came in with the spare key she still had, looked at the scene, and took off her jacket without saying a word.

—I don't count —she said, repeating the line from the bar—. Self-preservation.

Diana looked up from Rodrigo's cock, her mouth still full.

—Too late for that, Lu. Anyone who comes near him gets taken down.

Lucía laughed, poured herself a glass, and settled onto the sofa to watch. Sofía climbed on top of Rodrigo in the living room and began riding him slowly, with Diana behind her, sucking her tits and slipping her fingers into her ass. Rodrigo glanced at Lucía while Sofía moved. Lucía bit her lip, spread her legs a little beneath her dress, and lowered her hand.

—Come here —Rodrigo told her.

—No.

—Come here, Lu.

She shook her head, smiling, but slipped her hand beneath her skirt and began touching herself while she watched. When Sofía came and fell onto her side, her legs still trembling, Diana got between Rodrigo's legs and sucked his cock until he came all over her face and into her mouth. Sofía came closer and licked the cum from Diana's lips.

The afternoon passed that way: sex, naps, wine, more sex. Rodrigo fucked Diana against the balcony railing, with the city at their feet; Sofía in the shower, pressing her hands against the tiles; and he made them both come with his mouth before dinner, side by side on the bed, holding hands. Lucía left at dusk without letting anyone touch her, but with a flushed face and shining eyes.

—You're going to fall, Lu —Rodrigo told her at the door.

—Never —she replied, giving him a short, chaste kiss.

At noon on Monday, a message arrived from Lucía:

—You bastard. I hate you.

—I'm only missing one of your friends. Friday night, Saturday... —Rodrigo sent a winking emoji.

—Son of a thousand bitches. That was her reply.

Camila called on Thursday.

—Hi, Rodrigo. How are you?

—Very well, luckily. And you?

—Fine... I saw you the last few nights.

—Yes, I saw you too. But you were with someone, and I didn't want to interrupt.

—Of course... Have you forgotten me already?

—No. I don't understand the question.

—Because you left with the girls.

—The fact that I left with them doesn't mean I've forgotten you.

—And your ex was at the table.

—Yes, we've been good friends for a long time. The girls are her friends; she introduced me to them.

—Oh... so you and she aren't...

—No. I always told you: we're friends.

—Okay. See you.

—Sure.

He hung up and called Valeria.

—Shall we have dinner tonight?

—And afterward we'll go inside, right?

—Afterward too.

—Nine o'clock.

Valeria arrived right on time. Rodrigo was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt, finishing cooking pasta. They went into the kitchen and talked while he stirred the sauce.

—Did she call you? —she asked.

—Today.

—She's beginning to understand the mistake she made. The guy turned out to be the exact opposite of what he seemed: he lives with his parents, doesn't own a car, and has a dead-end job. And according to her, “nothing like Rodrigo in bed.”

—If she wants him, that doesn't matter.

—Don't be an asshole... you know that sometimes it does matter.

—I said if she wants him, Valeria.

—I understand. —She paused—. And what she did proved that what you two had wasn't that serious to her. What about you?

—I loved her. I was beginning to fall in love.

—I know. That's why you bought her things and helped her with school.

—Maybe.

—It is. —Pause—. Enough about my sister.

—Better.

They ate dinner looking out at the garden. In the middle of the second course, Valeria took off her shoes and placed her bare foot against his crotch, moving it up and down over his sweatpants until his cock grew hard. Rodrigo put down his fork, grabbed her by the arm, lifted her, and sat her on the kitchen counter. He ripped open her pants without undoing the button and yanked them down along with her panties. He spread her legs and buried his face in her pussy before she could say anything.

—Fuck, Rodrigo... —Valeria panted, gripping the edge of the counter.

He licked her clitoris with a flat tongue, moving up and down, inserted two fingers, and massaged her inside until Valeria folded forward and came in his mouth, squeezing his head between her thighs. Rodrigo stood, pulled down his sweatpants, and drove his cock into her pussy right there against the tiles. He fucked her standing up, her legs spread over his shoulders and her hands gripping his neck, until he came inside her with a grunt. Then he took her to the sofa, put her on top, and made her ride him until she came again, her tits moving in front of his face while she held his head and begged for more.

As she was leaving, Valeria stopped at the door.

—Losing someone like you in bed... Seriously, my sister is a historic fucking idiot.

Rodrigo smiled without saying anything.

—You know what you owe me —Valeria said, staring at him.

—And?

—Let me gather my strength. It would be my first time.

—Your sister used to tell me the same thing...

—Little bitch. Get back inside.

They went back to the bedroom. This time there was no hurry and no limit. Rodrigo put her on all fours and licked her ass for a long while, slicking it with saliva, first slipping in his tongue, then one finger, then two, patiently opening her. Valeria pushed back, purring into the pillow. When she was open enough, Rodrigo knelt behind her, placed the head of his cock against her asshole, and pushed slowly.

—Take it easy... go on... —Valeria whispered—. Yes, yes, keep going.

He entered little by little, watching her ass swallow him whole. When he was in up to the balls, she took a deep breath.

—Break it open.

Rodrigo gripped her hips and began fucking her ass hard while Valeria touched her pussy with one hand. He came inside her, stayed still inside for a few seconds, and then turned her onto her back, spread her legs, and licked her all over again, ass and pussy, until he made her come a third time.

When Valeria left in the early hours of the morning, she was still smiling on the stairs.

***

The following Saturday, Rodrigo entered the bar and looked around for Lucía. He found her on the same couches as always. He approached, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear:

—Last one.

—I think that's me —said the fourth friend, Natalia, standing up to give him her seat.

Rodrigo sat down. He turned his palm upward on his thigh. Natalia settled onto it, and when she felt his fingers move her thong aside and slip slowly into her pussy, she opened her eyes wide, smiled, and didn't move. Rodrigo penetrated her with two fingers, finding a rhythm hidden beneath her dress while continuing to chat with Lucía as if nothing were happening. Natalia gripped his knee and squeezed her thighs every time he curled his fingers inside her, biting her lip to keep from moaning.

—You bastard —Lucía murmured—. I'm going to have to find more friends.

—Are you really that much of a coward? —Rodrigo said quietly, staring at her.

Lucía didn't answer. She looked at him and pressed her lips together.

When Rodrigo was about to leave with Natalia, Valeria arrived and kissed him on the lips.

—Wait —he said. He whispered something in Natalia's ear. She looked at him and nodded with a smile.

—See you, girls. Lucía. —He gave her a short, direct kiss on the lips.

—Son of a thousand bitches. I hate you, you bastard.

Rodrigo laughed and left holding both women's hands.

In the taxi, Valeria glanced sideways at Natalia.

—I've never been with a girl.

—Neither had I. Until last week.

—And?

Natalia smiled and didn't answer. Valeria lowered her eyes.

—All because of my idiot sister, who set this man loose on the world —she said to no one in particular.

The three of them laughed.

At the apartment, Rodrigo had them undress each other in the middle of the living room. Valeria and Natalia looked at each other with embarrassment and desire, starting with the buttons, giggling softly, their hands clumsy.

—You start —Rodrigo told Natalia—. Suck Valeria's tits.

Natalia moved closer, grabbed Valeria's tits with both hands, and put her mouth on one nipple, then the other. Valeria closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and sighed deeply. Rodrigo watched them from the sofa, his cock out of his pants, stroking it slowly.

—Now go down.

Natalia knelt, spread Valeria's pussy lips with her thumbs, and ran her tongue all the way from bottom to top. Valeria had to grab the back of the sofa to keep from falling. Rodrigo stood up, got behind Natalia, and drove his cock into her pussy while she continued licking Valeria's pussy. Every thrust pushed Natalia's face against Valeria, and Valeria moaned with her mouth open, looking at Rodrigo over the other woman's hair.

He took them both to the bed. He put them one on top of the other, mouth to pussy, in a sixty-nine. He fucked Natalia from behind while she ate Valeria's pussy; then he switched them, entering Valeria from behind while Natalia sucked his balls; then he put them both on all fours, side by side, and alternated between them, two thrusts into one, two into the other, while they kissed each other on the mouth for the first time, their tongues slipping out. When Valeria came with a scream, she doubled over and sucked Rodrigo's cock with Natalia's pussy still dripping across her lips. Rodrigo came on both their faces, a stream for each, and watched them lick the cum from one another.

—It's the first time I've eaten a pussy —Natalia said afterward, still breathing hard.

—And it's the first time a woman has eaten yours —Valeria replied.

The three of them remained tangled together, legs and arms entwined, until morning.

***

Two nights later, at the same bar, before Rodrigo left with the other two, Lucía took him by the arm.

—I'm listening, Lu.

—About what?

—Don't play dumb.

Lucía took a long drink. Rodrigo waited.

—I really fucked up. You didn't deserve what I did to you. I don't even know why I did it... I let myself be sweet-talked after a few too many beers, and to hell with everything. I lost my boyfriend. I lost something that could have been a life together.

—What do you regret? Doing it, or what you lost?

—Betraying you. Not your apartment or your bank account. The man. I'm not that terrible a woman, Rodrigo.

—We agree on that.

Rodrigo took her by the nape and gently pressed her against the bar. He kissed her while discreetly moving her thong aside and slipping two fingers into her pussy, curling them upward, searching for the exact spot he knew by heart. Lucía's pussy was soaked. She pressed her mouth against his shoulder to muffle the sound. Rodrigo moved his fingers patiently, in and out, in and out, adding his thumb over her clitoris. Lucía gripped his belt, trembling. When she came, her knees buckled, and he held her ass with his other hand.

—Not yet —he whispered.

He kissed her again and went for more, pulling his hand from her pussy, sucking his fingers in front of her, and lowering them again. This time he slipped his middle finger into her ass, wet with her own juices. She rose onto her toes, then let her weight drop, sinking herself onto his finger.

—Stop —she whispered—. In front of everyone...

—It's already happened.

—I love you, you bastard.

—And I love you too, idiot.

—Which one was the best?

—Diana and Valeria.

—Let's go.

They took each other's hands and went to get Lucía's purse.

—To celebrate? —she asked.

—To celebrate. And as punishment for cheating on me, Diana is going to suck you while I fuck your ass.

—Son of a thousand bitches.

—You fell for it.

They were leaving when Valeria wrapped her arms around him from behind.

—Hi, Rodrigo.

—Hi, Valeria.

—I dumped my boyfriend.

—Interesting. I'm getting back together with Lucía.

—Hi, Lucía. —Valeria looked straight at her—. Don't lose him again. Seriously.

—Not a chance.

—Valeria —Rodrigo said—, because she betrayed Lucía, she has to be punished. Come over for lunch tomorrow at noon. Then I want you to suck them both while I fuck them from behind.

—Rodrigo, you can't be such an asshole —Lucía said.

He didn't answer. He gave her a long, unhurried kiss.

—He can —Valeria said.

The three of them were leaving when Camila blocked the doorway.

—Hi, Rodrigo.

—Hi, Camila.

—Can we talk?

—Now?

—Please.

—We'll talk here.

Camila looked at all three of them. She saw that Rodrigo was holding Lucía's hand and his own sister's. She was speechless for a second.

—Alone, Rodrigo.

—No. I'm listening.

—I want us to get back together.

—That doesn't depend only on what you want, Camila. You asked to separate. I don't want to get back together. And the help I gave you is over: you're not my girlfriend.

—But I love you.

—You chose the other guy while you were still dating me. Do you want me to show you the pictures of the two of you going into the hotel?

—No...

—I have them. And they're from before the night you asked me for “time.” Should I show them to your family?

—Rodrigo, please...

—Fine. Call me to arrange to pick up your things. Bye.

—But Rodrigo...

He had already turned away. He took Lucía and Valeria by the hands, and the three of them walked out into the night.