What My Girlfriend Did When I Fell Asleep at the Wedding

Bruno was thirty-one years old and had a body built on trails: five-foot-nine, broad shoulders, three days’ worth of beard. He’d been with Nadia for four years, since they met at the end of college. The relationship worked, settled now into routine. Sexually they were by-the-book: quick encounters in which he always got off and, if she was lucky, so did she; if not, she was left wanting.

Nadia moved through the world with a learned discretion: five-foot-three, a generous chest hidden beneath loose T-shirts, a defined waist, dark curly hair tied back without much care. She didn’t dress to draw attention, and that had made Bruno a calm man, not given to jealousy. She wasn’t the kind who made anyone turn to look at her in the street.

They’d spent almost two weeks traveling through the north. They’d left Valencia with no plans, sleeping wherever they felt like it. On the last day, before heading back, they had to detour to a village in Galicia for the wedding of Aitor, an old college friend. It seemed like a good way to end the trip.

They arrived first thing in the morning. Narrow streets, stone walls, the smell of wet grass and old firewood. People’s eyes stuck to them as they passed, with that quiet curiosity of those who recognize an outsider.

Aitor met them in the square, overwhelmed with excitement.

—Fuck, man, so good to see you! —he said, hugging Bruno—. And you must be Nadia.

—Nice to meet you.

He explained that he had gotten the college crew —the two of them, Iván with his girlfriend Carla, and Hugo— an entire rural house. The rest would arrive at noon, just before the afternoon ceremony.

Since they were the first to arrive, they chose a room and made the most of the morning with a short hike in the hills. The path twisted between oaks. With every step they crossed paths with villagers, and some young guy would look up longer than necessary. Nadia wore tight leggings and a T-shirt soaked through with sweat. Bruno noticed several lingering looks and didn’t know what to make of them.

—They’re checking you out —he murmured, half joking.

—Yeah? —she shrugged—. Must be your imagination.

On a lonely stretch, Bruno came up behind her, kissed her neck, and slid a hand with intent.

—Not now —she laughed, not moving away entirely—. We’re out hiking. Later.

That “later” hung suspended between the trees. When they got back they ate something light, and when he tried to pick it up again, she shook her head as soon as she heard a car approaching.

—Tonight —she said, staring him down—. Save yourself for tonight. I want to dance, drink, and come to you wanting it, just for you.

Then the others arrived. Iván, tall and dark, chiseled jaw, gym guy. Carla, slim, blonde, with a considerable chest and a confidence you could see in the way she walked. Hugo, blond, athletic, with a cheeky grin that looked rehearsed.

The time drew near. Everyone went upstairs to shower. Bruno was already ready and watched from the bed as Nadia came out of the shower. She was gorgeous when she took off the loose clothes: firm body, generous breasts, dark nipples. She had shaved her pubic hair for that night, and he noticed it with an immediate erection.

Too turned on to stay put, he went downstairs to the empty living room and stepped outside for a moment. As he passed near another rural house, a man stepped in front of him. Big, overweight, bulging belly, crooked teeth, clumsy but curious look.

—Bruno? I’m Cosme. We met in Valencia, when I visited Aitor.

Bruno vaguely remembered him: an afternoon of beers and awkward conversation. Aitor had hated him, though he never explained why.

—Oh, yeah. How’s it going?

—I’m here. This used to be my grandmother’s and I turned it into a rural guesthouse. A lot of people come. Weddings, couples… —he smiled in a strange way—. Sometimes they get hot. Sometimes I record them —he lowered his voice—. With cameras. Gets me off.

Bruno froze. He hadn’t expected that confession, and he sensed the man wasn’t exactly sharp.

—Well, I’m off, my girlfriend’s waiting for me at the wedding.

—Aitor didn’t invite me. Give me your phone —Cosme insisted—. And if there’s a party tonight, I’ll send you some videos.

Stunned, not really knowing why —maybe discomfort, maybe curiosity—, he gave him the number just to end the conversation and walked away.

When he came back, Nadia was already ready: a tight dress that emphasized her chest and waist, her hair straightened down her back. Bruno felt a dull blow in his stomach.

—How do I look? —she asked, spinning around.

—You look incredible.

Carla was also wearing a pastel dress, fitted and low-cut.

—You two are going to be the prettiest ones in the village —Hugo joked.

***

During the ceremony Bruno barely paid attention; he watched the guests. Few young people: most were around fifty, there were children, and a few cousins of the groom who were a bit closer in age.

The banquet was long. Wines that refilled themselves, toasts growing less and less sober. Bruno noticed constant looks toward Nadia and Carla. He didn’t fully understand why, but every time he saw eyes fixed on his girlfriend he felt something new: pride mixed with a strange excitement and a pinch he couldn’t quite name. She had never been the object of other men’s desire.

When the dancing began, alcohol had loosened the boundaries. Bruno caught Nadia by the waist and pulled her against him. Their hips met in a slow sway; the dress wrinkled beneath his fingers as he pressed her against his hard crotch.

—You’re driving me crazy tonight —he murmured, sliding a hand over the curve of her ass.

She arched back and brushed his ear.

—Then wait and see what I do when we’re alone. Let me enjoy myself for now.

The game changed when they started taking turns. Iván spun her, pressed tight to his body, and Bruno could make out the pronounced hardness beneath the thin fabric when the other man’s pelvis collided with her. Then Hugo took over: he grabbed her by the hips, made her arch her back, and ran his hands up her sides until he brushed the sides of her breasts, his thumbs barely grazing the edge of her hardened nipples. He had never seen her this uninhibited. He wanted to believe it was the atmosphere, the trust with the group.

Stung by jealousy, Bruno went to dance with Carla. He drew her close and felt her enormous breasts against his torso; she pressed herself against him shamelessly, her hips rubbing against his erection. Maybe because of the alcohol, he put a hand on her ass and squeezed. Far from getting angry, Carla looked him in the eye and smiled.

After that, Carla and Nadia found each other on the dance floor. They launched into a dance that made the air thick: breasts against breasts, bellies pressed together. Bruno watched Nadia put her hands on Carla’s ass and pull her against her while both of them rolled their hips in obscene circles. The men from the village fell silent; someone let out a whistle.

When he went back to Nadia, Bruno was already drunk on desire and wine. He pulled her against him, one hand slipping under the dress to squeeze her bare ass —she was only wearing a tiny thong, for special occasions—; the other rose to brush a breast, pinching the nipple. She spread her legs, he slid his thigh between them, and he felt the wetness through the fabric.

—Bruno… you’re making me crazy —she panted.

—I saw you rubbing yourself on the others —he bit her neck—. With Iván, with Hugo. You were turned on, weren’t you?

She smiled and rubbed the bulge over his pants.

—And you with Carla. I saw you squeezing her ass and grinding against her like a desperate man.

With that, Bruno lost all standing to reproach her for anything. He told himself it was a wedding, a special occasion, and it wouldn’t go any further.

Then the groom’s cousins arrived. Tomás, twenty-four, tall and thin, green eyes. Rubén, twenty-six, broader, muscular, dark gaze.

—Come on, girls, up for it? —Rubén said, holding out his hand.

While Bruno, Iván, and Hugo drifted over to the bar, they stayed with the cousins. Bruno pretended to listen to the jokes, but he didn’t take his eyes off Nadia. She was dancing with Tomás, who, in one turn, slid his leg between hers; Bruno saw the thigh press against her crotch and saw her move in slow circles. A muffled moan reached him at the bar. When Carla went to the bathroom, Rubén came up behind her, placed his hands on her hips, and pressed her against his hard crotch. He whispered something to her, she turned her head and smiled, and kept rubbing between the two of them. Bruno felt his heart in his throat. He didn’t recognize his girlfriend.

The evening was cut short when the groom’s uncle —mid-fifties, thin mustache, belly— fell over drunk on the dance floor. A woman picked him up and led him away, along with his equally drunk partner, toward the rural houses. At that moment, Iván whispered something to Carla coming back from the bathroom, and the two of them left the party smiling, heading toward the house.

Nadia came up to Bruno at the bar, panting, cheeks flushed.

—Let’s go already. I’m burning up. I need you right now.

Bruno felt the pull, but still hurt, he ordered one last drink to deny her the satisfaction.

—One more to finish things off —he said, thick-tongued.

—Seriously? I’ve been waiting all night and you… one more? Let’s go, I’m cooling off.

—Don’t be like that. It’s Aitor’s wedding. Five more minutes.

She huffed and moved away. In the end Bruno downed the drink and staggered when he stood up. Nadia took his arm, half annoyed, half worried, and they went back.

As they climbed the stairs they heard moans and rhythmic banging in the next room over: Iván and Carla. Her screams were loud and clear. Bruno felt a wave of excitement mixed with nausea.

Nadia dragged him into the room, pushed him onto the bed, and yanked off her dress. She pulled off her thong and crawled over him, kissing him hungrily while she pulled down his pants.

—Come on, wake this up. I need you inside me —she murmured, licking him.

But the alcohol won. The erection came and went, the room spun. She kept going with her mouth, moaning, but sleep overpowered him.

He had fragmented memories: Nadia licking him insistently, then standing there in her thong, furious. All night getting me worked up and now this. You’re an idiot. Then he saw her put on a light beach dress, short, and leave: “I’m going out for some air. I won’t be long.” The door closed, and he sank into darkness.

***

He woke with a brutal hangover. Nadia was asleep beside him, naked, on her side. Bruno noticed something odd: her sex looked swollen, the lips reddened. It must be from last night, he thought, though a cold doubt crossed his belly.

He woke her gently.

—Sorry about last night. The booze wiped me out. I left you hanging.

She opened her eyes, confused, and covered herself with the sheet.

—It’s fine. Forget it —she said, flatly, her gaze distant.

—I remember you put on a dress and went out. Where did you go?

She looked away toward the window.

—I just went out for some air. I came back right away, but you were dead asleep. I didn’t want to wake you.

The answer came too quickly. He got up suddenly.

—I’m going to shower.

When the water stopped, he saw her again dressed in leggings and a sports top, staring intensely at her phone. As he entered, she turned the screen off at once.

—Everything okay?

—Yeah. I want to go for a run, work up a sweat, get the toxins out.

—Now? You just showered…

—I need air. I’m going out alone. Back soon.

A quick kiss on the cheek and she ran off. Bruno lay back and grabbed his phone: a string of messages from an unknown number. It was Cosme, with texts and videos. He opened the conversation reluctantly.

***

“Man, like I promised, there was a party at my place last night and I recorded it. A relative from the wedding came drunk with his wife, the groom’s uncles, the ones from Burgos. They argued and she went to sleep with her sister. He stayed alone.”

“While we were talking we saw a smoking-hot girl sitting on a bench outside. He told me she was one of the two hot women at the wedding and that he was going to fuck her. I thought he was bluffing, but he went out to talk to her. Check this video, I recorded it from the balcony.”

Bruno opened it with a knot in his throat. Under a streetlamp was Nadia, on the bench, in the beach dress. The groom’s uncle approached, stumbling. He turned up the volume.

—Hey, beautiful, what’s a girl like you doing out here alone?

—Leave me alone. I’m waiting for my anger to wear off.

He sat down without being invited, brushing her thigh.

—I saw you dancing. You’re mouthwatering. And your boyfriend… looked like he preferred dancing with your friend, the one with the big tits.

—My boyfriend is upstairs sleeping. Don’t stick your nose into what you don’t know.

—A girl like you, all night burning up, and when you go upstairs you find him lying there. He leaves you hot and alone. Your nipples are showing under that dress. You need someone to give you what he can’t tonight.

Nadia took a deep breath and, almost by reflex, crossed her arms over her chest.

—He’s just had too much to drink.

—And who’s left wanting? You. Just once. Nobody will know.

She looked toward the window of their room. For the first time she hesitated, biting her lip.

—Just once —she murmured—. And you don’t tell anyone.

He stood and offered his hand. Nadia hesitated, but took it, and they went into the house together.

***

“And now the second one. I recorded it with the room camera.”

Bruno didn’t want to watch it and at the same time needed to know. He opened it. Grainy image from a high corner. The man entered pushing Nadia by the waist, closed the door, and backed her into a corner. He kissed her roughly and squeezed her breasts over the dress.

—Take it all off. I want to see you now.

She took off the dress and pulled down the thong slowly. She was left naked, nipples erect, shaved pussy gleaming under the light. He pushed her toward the bed, knelt between her spread legs, and buried his face in her sex, licking long and slow. Nadia arched her back and let out a moan; when he slipped in his tongue and two thick fingers, she clutched the sheets and came with a cry.

The man stood up, pulled down his pants, and grabbed her by the hair.

—Your boyfriend’s never used you like this, huh?

She took him into her mouth all the way. He laid her on her back and drove into her with one hard thrust; Nadia screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. He turned her onto all fours, slapped her ass, and went in again while yanking her hair, pumping hard until she came again. He sat her on top and let her ride him, her breasts bouncing, until he buried himself to the hilt and emptied inside her with a roar.

Nadia collapsed over him, panting. Then she got up silently, gathered her clothes, dressed, and left without looking back.

Bruno closed the video. He was turned on, wrecked, disgusted with himself. His body betrayed him: with two convulsions he came in his pants. He looked back at the screen and ended up vomiting in the bathroom, in tears and bile. He returned to bed shaking. There was another message.

***

“I got the girl’s phone number because the owner of the house where I was staying gave it to me. We all know each other here. I sent her the videos and told her that if she didn’t come do the same thing with me, I’d make them public. Let’s see what she says.”

“Hey, she just told me she’s coming.”

Bruno sat up, his head spinning. At that moment Nadia appeared, drenched in sweat, in her leggings and top. Without really looking at him, she said she was going to shower. He stayed frozen. The phone buzzed again.

“It was insane. She came and it wasn’t hard at all to convince her.”

Another video was attached. He opened it. Another room, another hidden camera. Nadia entered in her top and leggings, hair in a ponytail. Cosme locked the door.

—You know why you’re here.

—Do it fast and delete the videos. I don’t want anyone else to see them.

He laughed, kissed her roughly, and squeezed her ass over the leggings.

—Take that off.

She took off the top and pulled down the leggings. Cosme made her kneel and fucked her mouth while holding her by the ponytail. Then he laid her down, ate her pussy until she came, and penetrated her with her legs up high, thrusting hard. He turned her onto all fours, slapped her ass, and entered from behind. He put her on her side, rubbing her clit while filling her, and she came again. They finished with her on top, back to him, bouncing hard until he emptied inside her. Every time Nadia looked away, Cosme turned his face toward the camera and gave a thumbs-up.

—See? Not so bad. Get out before your boyfriend wakes up.

She gathered her clothes in silence and left.

***

One last message arrived.

“Hey, Bruno, I see you’re reading but not saying anything. You like it? By the way, you have to introduce me to your girlfriend. When are you two leaving?”

Nadia came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, serious.

—What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

He swallowed, the phone trembling in his hand.

—Nothing… Are we leaving for Valencia now? I don’t feel well.

—Okay. Let’s pack. The sooner the better.

They packed in silence. Bruno didn’t know whether to tell her he knew or keep quiet forever. The car was waiting outside. Silence would fill the whole return trip.