My Boyfriend and My Girlfriend Were Waiting for Me in the Same Bathroom

We had agreed to meet the three of us at the central fountain on Paseo Andino at nine at night. I arrived five minutes early, in the blue linen shirt Mariela liked, my hair freshly trimmed, and with a knot in my stomach I couldn’t quite make sense of. We had been together the three of us for almost a year, and I was still surprised by how easily desire got recycled between us at every encounter.

At nine ten, nobody had shown up. At nine twenty I texted Mariela and she didn’t answer. I called again and the phone rang until voicemail picked up. I imagined an accident, then a joke, then the most likely image: her distracted by some storefront, laughing at something, not realizing I was standing beside the fountain like an idiot.

I called Nicolás. He picked up on the second ring.

—Where are you? —I asked.

—Go up to the second floor —he said, with a calm that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up—. The bathroom at the end, the accessible one. The door with no sign.

—What are you doing there?

He didn’t answer. A second later a photo came through in the chat. Mariela kneeling on the tiles, mouth full, eyes closed, and one of Nicolás’s hands closed in her hair. I felt the heat rise up my neck to my ears.

—Come —he wrote underneath—. Don’t be late.

***

The second-floor bathroom was empty at that hour. The hum of the extractor fan drowned out any other sound. I washed my hands just to have something to do while I checked that nobody was coming in, then I walked to the back stall and knocked twice, softly.

Mariela opened the door. She was naked. Her body was beaded with sweat and there was a strand of semen running down from the corner of her mouth to her cleavage. Her tits, which had always seemed too beautiful to be real, shone under the stall’s white light. She pulled me in with one tug and locked the latch.

—You’re late —she said, and bit my lower lip.

We kissed like we were alone in a hotel room. I tasted salt on her tongue, ran my hands down her back, and slid them lower to squeeze her ass with both hands. Nicolás was sitting on the toilet lid, also naked, with his cock pointed at the ceiling and that crooked half-smile he got when he knew he was right.

—You took too long —he said, not moving.

—You didn’t say anything —I answered.

Mariela laughed softly against my neck.

***

She got on all fours on the cold tiles, offering me her ass while she crawled toward Nicolás. When she reached him, she took him back into her mouth, slowly, as if savoring him for the first time. I crouched behind her. I spread her ass cheeks apart with my thumbs and buried my face between them.

I started at the top, at her clit, tracing her with my tongue back toward her asshole, slowly, until I got there. She tasted like she always did after waiting for me for a while, salty and sweet at the same time. I heard her choke around Nicolás, sigh between gags, and that only made me even harder. I slid two fingers into her cunt and brushed her other hole with my wet thumb.

—Slow —murmured Nicolás, looking at me over her head—. So they don’t hear her in the other bathroom.

I unzipped my pants without answering. I pulled out my cock and rubbed it up and down against Mariela’s entrance, twice, three times. Then I drove into her in one single thrust. A thick moan escaped her and bounced off the tiled walls. The three of us froze. Waited. Nobody opened the outer door. Nobody coughed. Just the extractor fan.

—Slow —Nicolás repeated, but this time with a smile.

***

I started moving. Mariela shook her ass back against me and her tits forward so Nicolás could squeeze them while she kept swallowing him. I looked at him. He looked at me. There is something in Nicolás’s gaze when we’re fucking that doesn’t resemble anything I know: a mix of hunger and patience, as if he were measuring how much longer until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I slapped Mariela’s ass hard, then again. I pulled out, slid over her, and pressed the tip of my cock against Nicolás’s lips. It didn’t take him two seconds to open his mouth for me and take me in all the way. I grabbed his hair with one hand and pushed slowly until I felt his throat tightening around me. I stroked the back of his neck with my thumb.

Behind me I heard a different kind of whimper. Mariela had spread my ass cheeks apart and was licking my hole with a flat tongue, long and unhurried. Then with the tip, playing with my asshole, stretching me with saliva. I felt two of her fingers slide in slowly, one after the other.

***

It’s hard to explain what it feels like when there are two people you know well taking care of your body at the same time. Four hands. Two tongues. One warm mouth in front and another behind. Your head empties and at the same time fills with everything all at once. I heard myself panting against the bathroom’s dry air and, for a second, I wondered what would happen if someone walked in right now.

Mariela pulled her fingers out of me. She gave my waist a gentle push and I understood what they wanted without anybody saying it. I turned around, sat down slowly on Nicolás’s lap, facing away from him, and let him guide me with his hands on my hips.

Mariela helped me. With one hand she spread my ass cheeks apart and with the other she lined Nicolás’s tip up exactly where it needed to be. I lowered myself inch by inch. Nicolás kissed the nape of my neck, then my shoulder, then bit my earlobe to smother my groan. When I was fully seated, the three of us breathed at the same time.

—Hold still for a second —Nicolás said against my neck.

***

I started moving just a little. I lifted two fingers and came back down, slowly, while my cock rubbed against his taut abdomen. Mariela sat in front of us, legs open, watching. Then she slid her hand between her legs and massaged her clit slowly, without taking her eyes off us. I watched her. Nicolás watched me in the reflection of the side mirror.

The rhythm picked up. I went up faster, down harder. Nicolás grabbed my hips and started pushing upward, setting the pace for me. I felt his breath against the back of my neck, the beads of his sweat on my back. Mariela stood up, came over to us, and kissed me on the mouth, biting my lip just like at the beginning. Then she picked up her thong from the floor and stuffed it into Nicolás’s mouth to shut him up.

—You too —she whispered to me, and kissed me again.

She kissed me while I jerked myself with my free hand, while Nicolás fucked me from below with force, marking me with every thrust. I didn’t last long. I came over Nicolás’s abdomen in four long spurts that reached his jaw. I had to bite Mariela’s neck to keep from shouting.

***

I got up with my legs trembling. I braced myself against the stall wall and touched my ass, checking how open he had left me. Mariela laughed.

—Now it’s my turn —she said, and sat down on the toilet lid, right where Nicolás had been—. Bathe me.

Nicolás stood in front of her, still hard, still covered in my semen. I came up behind him and kissed his shoulder while she took his cock with both hands and started sucking him, slow, deep, without taking her eyes off his. I stroked him from the base while she worked her throat on him. Five minutes later Nicolás came over Mariela’s tits in a long stream that crossed her entire cleavage and stayed hanging from her left nipple.

The three of us stayed still for a moment, listening. Nothing had happened outside the bathroom. A hand dryer switched itself on in some stall, then shut off.

***

Before getting dressed, the three of us cleaned each other up. Mariela passed wet tissue over Nicolás’s abdomen carefully, almost tenderly. I knelt in front of her and wiped her cleavage slowly, one swipe across each breast, then her neck, then the corner of her lips where a trace still remained. I kissed her forehead when I was done.

We left the stall one by one, with five minutes between each of us. When I met up with them again at the fountain on the first floor, Mariela was eating pistachio ice cream and Nicolás was checking his phone as if nothing had happened. I sat between the two of them and she laid her head on my shoulder.

—Next time give us a heads-up —I told Nicolás.

—Next time show up early —he replied, בלי lifting his eyes from the phone.

Mariela laughed softly and handed me the ice cream spoon.