The Afternoon My Old Lover Introduced Me to His Boyfriend

The landline rang like a siren in the middle of the living room.

Marga jumped on the sofa. That old, shrill, stubborn ring had been drilling into her nerves for years, but she had never been able to change it. People of her generation didn’t ignore a call: a missed call was truly missed, with no trace and no second chance.

She left the novel open on her knees—pages that no longer tickled her since she herself had lived through things more intense than any fiction—and got up with a lightness that still surprised her. Her body was buzzing after her seven-o’clock class and a long shower. She felt electric, as if every cell had switched back on after years of darkness.

She glanced at Aurelio, sunk into his corner of the sofa like a vase no one dared throw away. The overflowing ashtray, the television at an impossible volume, his eyes fixed on a quiz show. The best that could be said of him was that he took up space.

“Aren’t you going to get it?” she asked, although she already knew she would have to get up herself.

Aurelio grunted something unintelligible without taking his eyes off the screen. Marga sighed and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, may I speak to Marga?” A young woman’s voice, with an accent she couldn’t place. “One moment, please. I’ll put you through to someone.”

“Aurelio, turn it down. I can’t hear myself think,” she asked, covering the receiver.

“I’m watching my show,” he grumbled, getting up and shuffling out onto the balcony to smoke, muttering a “go fry asparagus” before lowering the blind.

Marga bit her lip. “What a good idea you’ve given me without even knowing it. Maybe I’ll make a note of it later.”

“Marga? It’s Nacho.”

Her heart suddenly sped up. “My God, that voice. That husky voice that whispered filthy things in my ear in Lanzarote.”

“Nacho!” She lowered her voice instinctively. “How are you? Can you talk?”

“Relax. I’ve really wanted to call you. Really.”

Marga sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs trembling a little.

“How did you get my landline number?”

“From the form you filled out at the barbershop last summer. You wrote down your landline and your cell.” He paused. “How are things on the island?”

“The same as always around here. Aurelio’s still the same vase that breathes. But I miss those days in Lanzarote. Terribly.”

“What do you miss most?”

Marga felt herself grow wet just remembering. She lowered her voice to almost a whisper.

“Freedom. You, Sergio, Hugo, and me. That feeling of being truly alive.”

“Well, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a friend. Well, more than a friend. I’ve talked about you so much that he’s dying to meet you. The three of us could get together.”

Something stirred inside her, that mixture of nerves and excitement she knew so well.

“More than a friend?”

“It’s complicated to explain over the phone. But he’s a very special guy to me.” Another pause. “We’re going to spend a long weekend in Zaragoza, four days. Couldn’t you come one morning, or one afternoon, by making up some excuse?”

Marga was already imagining the perfect alibi.

“I can say I’m going shopping downtown. Aurelio would never want to come with me; he hates stores.”

“Fucking perfect! So, Friday? The three of us can have lunch, talk, and spend the afternoon together.”

A delicious tingling rose between her legs.

“I’d love that. But tell me something about your friend. I met you in a very colorful way, and I don’t want any surprises.”

Nacho laughed, more relaxed.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. He’s a little younger than me, handsome, fit. An architect, although he sometimes works as a model too. And for the first time in years, I really feel something for someone. I promise you, the two of us will give you an afternoon as good as the ones on the island.”

Marga relaxed completely. The honesty in his voice convinced her.

“Deal. On Friday I’ll go down to Zaragoza shopping. And for other things too.”

“His name is Bruno. You’re going to love him.”

***

On Friday morning she boarded the train with a nervousness she hadn’t felt since Lanzarote. She had chosen her clothes carefully: a knit dress that showed off her figure without being vulgar, new underwear, a subtle perfume. As the landscape swept past the window, she couldn’t stop remembering Nacho’s huge hands, his mix of roughness and tenderness, his tattooed body.

“What will his friend be like?” she wondered, squeezing her thighs together. “Will he look like Nacho?”

Her cell rang as the train entered the station.

“Are you almost here? We’re in a hotel downtown, next to the station. We’ll be waiting for you in reception. And come ready, because you’re going to lose your mind today.”

She hung up with butterflies in her stomach that soon turned into something thicker. She remembered exactly what it had been like to sleep with Nacho: the piercing in his frenulum against her tongue, the salty taste of his skin, the way he treated her like something precious before wrenching screams from her. She had been hungry for months. A sigh escaped her on its own, and she had to bite her lip to keep from drawing the attention of the other passengers.

***

When she entered the hotel lobby, she froze. She recognized the place instantly: it was one of the luxury hotels where she had worked as a room attendant years earlier. “Fuck, I hope there’s no one left who recognizes me.”

Nacho stood beside the reception desk with a man who looked like a fallen angel. If Nacho was raw masculinity, this other man was elegance made flesh: taller, athletic, his head shaved like his friend’s, but with finer features, a firm jaw, and pale eyes that pierced straight through her.

“It’s as if Nacho were the gladiator and this one the emperor,” she thought, her mouth dry.

Nacho saw her and his face lit up. He hugged her tightly, crushing her breasts against his torso, and Marga instantly recognized the scent that had so completely undone her.

“Let me introduce you to Bruno. Bruno, this is Marga, the woman I’ve told you so much about.”

Instead of shaking her hand, Bruno leaned in and kissed both her cheeks. Where Nacho was strength, he was control.

“Pleased to meet you. Nacho hasn’t stopped talking about you for months.”

Her nerves had closed up her stomach, but they sat down at a discreet table beside the window, and Marga took the opportunity to ask what had been eating at her.

“How did you two meet?”

“On a beach in Lanzarote,” Bruno replied. “I was there for a photo shoot.”

“And I was in the mood for a little war,” Nacho added with his usual bluntness. “I saw this elegant guy and thought, ‘What a little gentleman.’ But when he took off his shirt, I was speechless.”

“That night we stayed talking on the sand until dawn,” Bruno continued, and Marga didn’t miss the way his voice softened. “I’d never felt anything like that for anyone.”

“At first I thought it was just attraction,” Nacho admitted. “But it was much more. And now we’re exploring things: what we feel for each other and what we like to share. Like you. Bruno’s been asking me to call you for months.”

Heat climbed from her neck to her cheeks.

“Well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” Nacho smiled. “Ready for an unforgettable afternoon?”

***

They went up to a spacious suite with a huge bed and a picture window overlooking the city.

“I’ve cleaned this room many times,” Marga murmured. “It’s one of the best in the hotel.”

“Well, today you’re going to see it from some different angles,” Nacho laughed.

As soon as they closed the door, the two men began undressing with the ease of people who had discussed it a thousand times. Nacho was bulkier, covered in tattoos; Bruno was more slender, his defined muscles and hairy chest contrasting with his shaved head.

“My God,” she murmured. “You two are the perfect complement.”

“And you’re wearing far too many clothes,” Nacho growled as he approached from the front.

“Much more than necessary,” Bruno added from behind, slowly lowering the zipper of her dress.

When the garment fell to the floor, both men stood still, admiring the black lingerie she had chosen for the occasion.

“You’re even better than I remembered,” Nacho murmured, his voice thick. And it wasn’t only the clothes. Marga had changed since the island: arms with subtle definition, firmer legs, brown hair streaked with silver framing her face with a mature sensuality that needed to hide nothing.

“She’s exquisite,” Bruno added, his voice husky. “Absolutely exquisite.”

Marga felt powerful beneath their gazes. After months of feeling invisible at home, having two men like these devour her with their eyes was intoxicating.

“Who wants to go first?” she asked with a mischievous smile that caught them both off guard.

Nacho and Bruno looked at each other.

“Start with Bruno,” Nacho decided. “I want to watch you together.”

Marga went over to Bruno and placed her palms against his chest.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little. It’s the first time I’ve shared someone I really care about.”

His confession touched her. She rose onto her toes and kissed him. His lips were different from Nacho’s, softer at first, more restrained, but soon they answered with a passion that surprised her. Meanwhile, she felt Nacho’s hands moving over her back, undoing her bra with his usual expertise.

“Now I want to watch you two,” she said, pulling away. “I want to see how you kiss each other.”

The request caught Nacho by surprise, but Marga’s eyes were burning. The two men moved closer, and when their mouths met, Marga saw something that left her breathless: Nacho, so dominant with the world, surrendered completely, letting Bruno take control with a naturalness that spoke of entire nights together.

“It’s incredible watching the roles reverse,” she thought, sliding a hand between her legs. “Bruno’s the one who’s really in charge.”

She watched Bruno knead Nacho’s bulge until he moaned into his mouth, and felt her panties soaking through.

“You’re perfect together,” she murmured. “But now I want both of you. At the same time.”

“At your service,” Bruno replied with a smile that was no longer shy in the slightest.

***

Marga lay down in the center of the bed and pulled off her panties in one fluid movement that left them both staring.

“Come here. Both of you.”

They positioned themselves on either side of her. Bruno began kissing her neck with a tenderness that contrasted with his imposing physique; Nacho moved down toward her breasts, and when he caught one nipple between his lips, she arched her back.

“You’re soaking wet,” Nacho murmured, sliding a finger between her folds. “Fuck, I love feeling you like this.”

“It’s because the two of you together drive me crazy,” she gasped.

Bruno moved lower, lifted her legs, and placed them over his shoulders.

“May I?” he asked, his warm breath brushing against her.

“Please…” Marga begged.

When Bruno’s tongue slid between her folds, she cried out with pleasure. He was more patient than Nacho, more meticulous, just as skilled. As she writhed, gripping the pillow, Nacho sat up, removed his clothes, and guided his cock toward her face.

“Tell me, have you thought about this all these months?” he growled, running the head over her lips.

A jolt went through her entire body. She loved this game, this display of power that awakened a willing, delicious submission in her.

“Every night,” she replied hoarsely, playing along. “So give me all of it.”

She took him in both hands and focused on the tip, slowly tracing circles with her tongue. Nacho threw his head back.

“That’s it… exactly like that…”

“Bruno, take everything off too,” she asked, pulling away for a moment. “I want to see all of you.”

Bruno obeyed, and when she saw his cock she was left breathless: as impressive as Nacho’s, but longer, with an elegant curve, refined even in that respect. He went to get condoms and lubricant while Marga, already lying down, opened her legs without shame.

She rolled the condom onto Nacho with practiced hands. He positioned himself above her, bracing himself on his arms so he wouldn’t crush her, and kissed her with an intensity that surprised them both as he began to enter her millimeter by millimeter. Her wet heat wrapped around him like burning silk, exactly as he remembered, only better.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” she murmured, biting his lip. “I want to feel your tongue while you fuck me. Slowly.”

Nacho obeyed, sinking all the way in, then stopped, panting against her mouth. Bruno positioned himself behind him. He caressed Nacho’s back with those elegant hands, applied lubricant, and began preparing him with fingers that knew every part of his body.

“What was that?” Marga moaned when she felt Nacho’s shudder pass through him and into her.

“Bruno’s preparing me,” he gasped. “And everything he does to me, you feel too.”

When Bruno rolled on his own condom and began entering him with steady, familiar pressure, Nacho’s body received him without resistance, opened by months of trust. The three of them stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the new way their bodies fit together.

“Can I move?” Bruno asked.

“Yes, but slowly at first.”

Bruno set a slow, deep rhythm. Every thrust pushed Nacho a little farther into Marga, linking the three of them in the same current.

“I can feel every movement Bruno makes inside you,” she gasped, astonished.

“That’s the idea,” Bruno growled, speeding up.

Nacho was the center of everything, the bridge: Bruno filling him from behind, Marga squeezing him from below, his mouth on hers with every breath.

“Harder,” Nacho urged. “Both of you.”

Every thrust transmitted itself directly into Marga’s body, and she began moaning uncontrollably.

“Yes… feeling both of you… it’s incredible…” she gasped.

The pace rose until it became unbearable. Marga felt her own orgasm approaching like a storm.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” Nacho growled, his arms trembling.

“Neither am I,” Bruno added, his thrusts growing more urgent.

“Then all three of us at once,” she ordered. “Now.”

Her orgasm shook her from head to toe. Her contractions squeezed Nacho from within, and that, combined with Bruno’s thrusts, was too much for him. He emptied himself with hoarse moans, arching his back between his two lovers, and the spasms carried Bruno along too, spilling over while wrapped around his sweaty body.

The three of them remained joined for several minutes, panting, exhausted, satisfied.

***

Later, lying between the two men, Marga stroked Bruno’s hairy chest while Nacho kissed her shoulder.

“I think I discovered something about myself today,” she murmured. “That I like taking charge. Deciding what happens and when. And I’m fascinated by watching how well you two fit together.”

“You were incredible,” Nacho said, sitting up. “So confident, so powerful. Watching you take control turned me on.”

“But you know I have my two boys too, right? Sergio and Hugo are my balance,” she added with a laugh.

“Of course,” Bruno smiled. “And we have our thing. This was like a vacation for the three of us.”

“Although,” Nacho added mischievously, “you still owe us that idea about getting the five of us together. Sergio started a message group this morning. Check your phone—you must have been added. He wrote that ‘a broader cultural evening would be highly enriching,’ and Hugo said that ‘he would love to expand his knowledge with teachers from several specialties.’”

Marga covered her face, laughing herself silly.

“Those two and their codes! They’re hopeless.”

As she dressed, Bruno took out a shopping bag from a department store.

“I almost forgot. We thought you’d need an alibi for your husband. Some clothes, so it would look as though you really had gone shopping.”

Inside she found a blouse, a silk scarf, and a lingerie set. They had even gotten the sizes right.

“You’re geniuses. Aurelio won’t suspect a thing.” Before leaving, she stopped at the door. “Can I ask you something? Are you in love?”

The two men looked at each other, and the answer was already in their eyes before either of them spoke.

“Yes,” Nacho admitted. “I never thought it would happen to me at my age, much less with someone so different from me.”

“And I never imagined falling in love with someone so genuine,” Bruno added, stroking Nacho’s tattooed arm. “That’s why sharing this with you, together, is so special.”

“I feel honored to be part of your encounters,” she said with sincere emotion. “Start thinking about the curriculum for five.”

“We’re already on it!” they both laughed as she left, their laughter following her to the elevator.

***

The train home was almost empty. Marga sat by the window with the bag on her lap and her body still vibrating.

“Who am I now?” she wondered. “A year ago I was the invisible woman married to Aurelio. In Lanzarote I became the woman who dared to try. And today I was the woman who takes charge of her own life.”

Her cell vibrated. A message from Bruno: “It was perfect. We’re already planning our next meeting. You’re extraordinary.” And another from Nacho: “What an afternoon, gorgeous. I can’t wait to do it again and meet your professors. We adore you.”

Marga smiled and put away her phone. “They adore me. Two men who love each other and adore me too. How did it take me fifty-eight years to discover this existed?”