I Confess What the Three of Us Experienced in Toronto

We left Miami feeling heavy in body and even worse in spirit. Camila hadn’t said another word to me since we left Bruno at the airport, and I knew exactly how she felt, because I felt the same way every time I had to say goodbye to him. We had almost seven hours of flying ahead of us to Toronto, where Andrés, my husband, was waiting for me.

—Do you think he was sad? —she finally asked, her forehead resting against the window.

—Of course he was. Didn’t you notice how he looks at us? But he has his own life, his businesses. I assure you, he’ll write to you before a month has passed.

Camila squeezed between her fingers the bracelet Bruno had given her when they said goodbye, a delicate chain engraved with the date of that encounter. The same one he had given me.

She’s still so young. She doesn’t know this is only beginning.

—It isn’t his body I’m going to miss —she said, as though guessing my thoughts—. It’s the way he treated me.

—I know. I feel the same. And distance doesn’t change that.

She stayed silent for a long while, glancing at me from the corner of her eye, calculating how far she could go with her questions.

—Do you feel the same when you’re with your husband as when you were with Bruno?

I thought carefully before answering, because I didn’t want to diminish either of them by comparing them.

—When Andrés’s cock is buried all the way inside my cunt, a joy rises through my chest. I don’t compare him to anyone. With both of them I lose myself; both of them split me open and make me come like a bitch. I love them equally, Camila. They’re my two men.

Her eyes opened wide.

—Have you actually been with both of them at the same time?

—More than once —I told her—. One in my cunt, the other in my mouth, and then switching. And I let her imagination do the rest.

***

Andrés was waiting for us as soon as we came through immigration. I let go of the suitcases without looking where they fell and threw myself into his arms; we kissed as though the world didn’t exist, our tongues inside each other’s mouths, feeling his cock hardening against my belly, until I heard Camila struggling alone with three suitcases at once. Andrés ran to help her, lifted one from the floor with a laugh, and only then did I introduce them.

—This is Andrés, the one I’ve told you so much about —I said—. I already warned you that I’m never going to forget him.

In the car, on the way home, Andrés told us that an old friend of his, Sergio, ran a nightclub and that there would be a couple of special nights that very week.

—It’s like a bar; men and women go there —he explained—. More women come on Thursdays. Some people go up onstage and perform, if they’re brave enough.

—Perform? —Camila straightened suddenly, curious—. Could we?

—Of course. I’m dying to go —I admitted—. Let’s leave it for Saturday; today we’re exhausted.

***

We arrived at the club early on Saturday. The women’s entrance was a narrow passage with a floor covered in loose pebbles and railings on either side; every so often, a gust of air rose from the floor and lifted the skirts. We sent Camila through first. She was wearing a loose dress, and after she had taken barely two steps, the wind caught her by surprise: she had to cling to the railings with both hands while the fabric covered her face, leaving her ass and shaved cunt exposed to everyone watching from the other side of the glass. Andrés and the others got the best show of the night.

—You bastards! —she laughed, red-faced, without letting go of the handrail.

They seated us facing the stage. Bianca, the makeup artist, made us up heavily and dressed us in tiny, glittering garments designed to fly off with one tug. We went on during the second number. Camila shone; she had a natural talent she hadn’t even known about. We followed her steps as if we had rehearsed a thousand times. People shouted, slipped bills between our tits and beneath our thongs, brushing us with their fingers, and for a moment I felt twenty again.

When we came down from the stage, Sergio congratulated us and announced that the following night there would be a surprise prepared just for us.

***

We returned home with the adrenaline still coursing through our blood. The three of us sat on Camila’s bed, and she, who had been quiet, finally let out what had been weighing on her.

—I miss him —she murmured, leaning against my shoulder—. It isn’t just his body. It’s him.

—Come with us —Andrés told her, gently drawing her closer—. Lorena adores you, and I’m going to learn to love you too.

She accepted the gesture and nestled between us. I caressed her thighs, moving slowly upward, and when I reached the edge of her underwear, she squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand. Her skin was warm and soft, and I could already feel that she was wet through the fabric. I kissed her, and she returned the kiss with an urgency I hadn’t known in her, slipped a hand into my cleavage, and undid my blouse, leaving my tits bare. Andrés came up behind me and sucked one nipple while Camila licked the other, and I moaned with my head thrown back.

—Will you let me, Lorena? —Camila whispered against my mouth, her hand already between Andrés’s legs, squeezing his bulge—. Please. You said your husband is like Bruno. Let me suck his cock.

I understood her. I kissed her in answer and moved aside. Before giving her my place, I let Andrés put two fingers inside me and pull them out glistening; he put them in Camila’s mouth, and she sucked them without taking her eyes off him. Then she pulled down his pants and took out his thick, hard cock, putting the whole thing in her mouth in one motion. Andrés threw his head back and buried his fingers in her hair. She sucked him slowly at first, licking the head, moving up and down his shaft, playing with his balls with her tongue, and then swallowed him all the way down, gagging and coming back up until her eyes filled with tears.

—That’s it, sweetheart, that’s it —he told her—. Suck my cock, don’t let go.

Once she had him thoroughly wet, Andrés lifted her, tore off her panties with one jerk, and put her on her back on the bed. He spread her legs and ate her cunt until she screamed, and only then did he plunge inside her. Camila howled, her thighs clinging to his hips, and he began fucking her hard, his open palm over her throat; he lifted her and let her fall back down onto his cock, setting a rhythm that drove her wild. I had opened my skirt to one side and was rubbing my clitoris as I watched them, my fingers soaked to the wrist. Andrés turned her over, put her on all fours, and impaled her from behind again, gripping her waist and making her ass bounce against his pelvis. Camila clutched the sheets and looked at me, her mouth open, drool spilling from her lip.

—I’m coming, I’m coming —she moaned, and he buried himself to the hilt, his neck turning red as he came inside her, thrusting until the last drop was out. Camila collapsed face-first, trembling, his semen dripping down her thighs.

—Don’t you feel like killing me? —she asked afterward, crawling toward me and kissing me gratefully, her mouth still tasting of him.

—Of course I do —I laughed, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth—. And I’ll get even in a little while.

***

The next morning, while Andrés showered, Camila sat at the foot of my bed, curiosity blazing in her eyes.

—Does he know when you’re with other men? Has he seen it?

—Yes. Several times. And I’ve seen him too. We never went looking for it; things simply happened. The first time I let a stranger fuck me was in Lisbon, many years ago. That man fell in love with me; he still sends me gifts from time to time, and sends them to Andrés too.

—So is it as though you were married to both of them?

—In a way, yes. Andrés and Bruno treat each other like brothers. They both have me, and I have them. It’s strange, I know, but it works because nobody lies.

Camila remained thoughtful for a long while, and I saw in her face that she wasn’t judging me: she envied me a little.

***

On the night of the surprise, Bianca asked us not to put any cream on our bodies so the makeup would hold. We went onstage after the second act, exactly as we had planned with Sergio. The lights went out, a sharp crack sounded, and three men in black hoods appeared, dragging us to the center amid the audience’s uproar. It was theater; everything had been arranged, but the crowd shouted as if it were real.

One of them lifted me into the air and held me against his chest. I was about to scream, as part of the act, when he spoke in my ear.

—I love you, Lorena.

I pulled back his hood, and my breath caught. It was Marcos. I had met him on the previous trip and thought I had lost him forever; I didn’t even have his phone number. I kissed him in front of everyone, and the entire club erupted.

—Camila! —I called out laughing—. These are the friends I told you about!

The other one, Tobías, was making Camila fly through the air while she laughed uproariously. We finished the number exhausted and euphoric; tips rained down, and Sergio had to switch off the lights so we could leave the stage.

—It wasn’t a coincidence —Marcos confessed to me in the dressing room—. It was your husband who tracked us down and spoke to Sergio to give you this surprise.

I turned toward Andrés. He was smiling at me from the doorway, proud of what he had arranged for me. I kissed him without caring who was watching, Marcos’s hand already moving up beneath my dress and two fingers entering my cunt while I kissed my husband.

***

It was after three in the morning when we all arrived home. Andrés ordered pizzas and drinks, and little by little the gathering turned into something else. The couples settled into their own corners. Tobías and Camila laughed together on the sofa; Marcos and I were on the floor, making up for an entire year of absence.

—Take good care of her —I asked Marcos about Camila—. And help me give her everything she wants. Break her ass if she asks you to; she’s going to ask.

I watched him approach her, lift her into his arms, and carry her to my bedroom. Camila had told me so much about those men’s reputations that curiosity had her trembling. We followed without their noticing, just to watch, and I remained leaning against the doorframe with Tobías’s hand inside my skirt. Marcos laid her down with a patience I hadn’t expected, undressed her slowly, kissed her tits, bit her nipples until they were hard as stones, and went down to eat her cunt. He licked her slowly, sucking her clitoris and pushing his tongue inside, until Camila grabbed his hair and came in his mouth screaming my name.

Then he made her spread her legs wide and pulled out his cock. It was thick and long, with prominent veins. Camila opened her eyes wide and licked her lips.

—Suck it first —he told her—, so it’ll go in more easily.

She turned around, got on her stomach with her ass raised, and took all of it into her mouth, swallowing and coughing, letting him push her head. Marcos watched her with a son-of-a-bitch’s smile, gripping her hair and fucking her throat, until he pulled her up by the hair and put her on all fours.

—Hard? —he asked.

—All the way. Break me.

He drove into her in one thrust, and Camila screamed so loudly it could be heard throughout the house. Marcos fucked her mercilessly, gripping her hips, burying himself to the balls every time and making her ass bounce. Then he spat on her asshole and pushed his thumb inside, and Camila came again, soaking him. He turned her over, put her on her back with her legs over his shoulders, and kept fucking her from the front, looking into her eyes, until she clung to him with all her strength.

—Harder —she begged—. Don’t be afraid; I can take anything. Come inside me, please, inside.

She took it, and took a lot. Marcos roared and came inside her in spurts, so deep that Camila felt every pulse of his cock emptying. When they finished, she turned toward me, her face wet with pleasure and semen, and kissed me with a smile.

—I felt it all the way down to my soul —she said—. Thank you, Lorena. Thank you for all of this.

Tobías was claiming me on the other side of the bed. He’s a big, generous man, and he already had my skirt around my waist and my panties crumpled on the floor. He threw me onto my back, spread my legs, and thrust his tongue deep into my cunt, gripping my thighs and eating me as if he had been hungry for days. I came in his mouth within the first minute, and he didn’t even lift his head; he kept licking me until I begged him to put it inside me.

He got on his knees and drove his cock into me all at once. Tobías has a huge one, and it always hurts a little during the first thrusts, but then I adjust and he makes me come like no one else. He fucked me slowly at first, his cock going all the way in and out, letting me feel every inch. Then he lifted my legs against his chest and began hammering me, those hard strokes shaking my tits and making me moan into the pillow.

—Turn over —he ordered.

I got on all fours beside Camila, who was already recovering and watching me with shining eyes. Tobías grabbed my hair, arched my back, and drove into me again, this time without mercy, fucking me the way I like, spanking me until my ass turned red. Camila reached for my mouth and we kissed while they fucked us, our tongues tangled, while Marcos returned to the bed and offered her his cock, hard again, for her to suck. The four of us ended up piled together, Tobías emptying himself into my cunt with a growl that raised gooseflesh on my skin, me biting Camila’s shoulder, her mouth full of Marcos’s cock.

I never decided who came first. I always loved them both.

***

The days that followed were a whirlwind. We rode motorcycles with them, ate in places only the locals knew, and returned home to lose ourselves until dawn. Andrés joined us whenever he could—one afternoon he fucked both of us at once on the sofa, Camila sitting on his cock while I sucked her tits and rubbed her clitoris—and when he couldn’t, he went to sleep at a friend’s house with a conspiratorial smile.

—Have fun while you’re here —he told us—. Everything in this house belongs to both of you.

We spent the final night together, the three of us, as we had at the beginning. Andrés admired us in silence for a long while, then kissed us in turn, opened us both on the bed, and fucked us by turns—five thrusts in my cunt, five in Camila’s—until we both came at the same time, holding hands, and he spilled over our bellies. We fell asleep at his sides, exhausted and complete, his semen still warm between our tits. In one week, Camila had learned what had taken me years to understand: desire, when lived without lies and without guilt, takes nothing away from anyone. It multiplies it.

***

At the airport, Marcos and Tobías waited for us beside their motorcycles to say goodbye. Each gave us a small wooden figurine, the kind that dances on a car’s dashboard, with a bill hidden inside and a promise: that we would see each other again within a year.

The goodbye hurt less than the one in Miami, though the feeling was the same. Camila pressed her bracelet against her chest as we took off, and this time she didn’t cry. She looked at me and smiled, and I knew she would never be the same again. Neither was I, after the first time. And I regret nothing.