The Night a Married Couple of Friends Invited Me Into Their Bed

Marina and Adrián are a married couple of friends. He’s bisexual, just like me, and she decided, out of love, to live out her husband’s fantasy instead of pretending it didn’t exist. That’s why I ended up in their bed. Or, to be exact, first at their house.

I’d been having a few encounters with Adrián for months. What started as a friendship over beers and matches turned into something else, one of those unspoken complicities that both of us understood perfectly. We enjoyed sex without guilt, discovering each other without hurry, giving each other the best of ourselves in long, silent sessions we never discussed with anyone afterward.

Adrián had the courage I still don’t have: he confessed to his wife what he felt. And Marina, instead of blowing everything up, chose to face it head-on. I think she deserves for me to tell what we experienced that night, the first one, when the children were with their grandparents and the whole house was ours.

I arrived around eight, as we’d agreed. I brought two bottles of champagne with me, partly to toast that first encounter and partly —let’s be honest— to loosen the layer of embarrassment that always hangs over the first time.

Marina surprised me. She had prepared a light, exquisite dinner, designed so we wouldn’t feel too heavy afterward. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a calm smile, as if we weren’t about to cross a line we could never come back from.

The dinner unfolded with pleasant conversation, without double meanings or vulgar allusions. We talked about how Adrián and I had met, about what our relationship was like. At some point I worked up the nerve and asked her directly how she felt about the idea of sharing her bed with another man.

She was honest.

—At first I felt betrayed —she said, toying with the stem of her glass—. I couldn’t get my head around the idea that my husband was bisexual. But after a lot of talking I understood that he hadn’t stopped loving me. He’d simply discovered that he desired other things. And if I love him as much as I do, I have to show him that.

She fell silent for a second and went on, in a lower voice.

—And I won’t deny it: the idea of two men in my bed turns me on. Thinking about seeing you enjoy me and each other excites me in a way I didn’t know I had inside me. I’m willing to live whatever comes. If Adrián is happy this way, I want to be happy too.

—And aren’t you scared? —I asked.

—A thousand things are running through my head —she admitted—. But I’m sure this is going to surpass everything I imagined.

After that, there was no need to say much more.

***

We got up from the table. Adrián pointed to a large three-seater sofa in the living room, brought the first bottle of champagne and three glasses. The truth is we were already fairly uninhibited from the wine with dinner, but we toasted anyway, to a new beginning, clinking the crystal with a solemnity that ended in laughter.

Marina sat between us. After the first sip, Adrián kissed her neck. She took his face in both hands and kissed him for a long time, with tongue, without shame. I, still trying to play the role of guest, didn’t even know where to put my hands, until she turned toward me and kissed me with the same intensity with which she had just kissed her husband.

It became clear from the start that she was the one calling the shots.

After that kiss I felt Adrián’s arms around both of us and the three of us locked into an embrace. While my mouth moved down Marina’s neck, he unbuttoned her blouse and bared her breasts, firm and bra-free. I leaned in and kissed one nipple, bit it gently, and at the same time Adrián did the same on the other side.

—Ahhh… —she sighed, taking both our heads and pressing us against her chest.

With our breaths so close, Adrián and I kissed for the first time in front of her. In front of anyone, really. It was the first time we’d done it without hiding.

Marina responded by stroking the back of our necks, and then she lowered her hands to our crotches, groping us over our pants.

—Mmm… —she murmured—. I think I’m going to enjoy this more than I expected. And the two of you are pretty similar.

That comment unleashed everything. She asked us to take our pants off, to let ourselves go. In an instant the three of us were naked on the sofa.

Marina knelt in front of me and called her husband over.

—Come here, handsome. Let’s give your friend some love.

Adrián knelt beside her and the two of them started licking me. Two mouths at once, two tongues brushing without meaning to as they went up and down.

—Ahhh… —I couldn’t hold back—. It’s insane feeling both of you.

A shiver ran up my back. I opened my eyes and found Marina’s gaze, sly, mischievous, delighted with what she was provoking. There was no doubt she was really starting to enjoy it.

Adrián asked me to lie on my back over the cushions. He lifted my legs and went down with his tongue while Marina kept busy with her mouth above. I’d never felt so much pleasure concentrated like that. I arched my back, kept sighing, lost track of where I was.

—It’s your turn, Marina —I finally said, almost out of breath—. But let’s go to the bed.

***

In the bedroom, Marina lay down and the two of us began to work our way over her body with our mouths. When we met at the same spot, we kissed over her skin. I sucked his tongue like it was something else, and he returned the gesture with the same intention.

We both went down at once. She got on all fours. While Adrián licked her from behind, I took care of her clit, and our tongues found each other again and again, seeking the same center together.

That was enough to bring her to her first orgasm. We both felt it, and took the chance to taste her and kiss each other, smeared with her. Then I stretched out my hand and started stroking Adrián, who was already hard and ready.

While he kept his mouth between Marina’s legs, I moved in on him and took him into my mouth, as far as I could.

—I want somebody to fuck me already —Marina suddenly said. She was on fire—. Give me yours, Adrián. I need to feel something inside me.

He settled behind her and entered her slowly, carefully, as if he were still asking permission. I slid underneath to kiss him, to lick him while he moved, to reach every corner with my tongue. I caught every drop that fell from her. The three of us were sighing at once. It was a sublime experience; I can’t find another word for it.

I climbed up the bed until I was under Marina’s breasts, to suck them and kiss her mouth while Adrián drove into her harder and harder.

—Now I want you to fuck me, Tomás —she panted—. And you, love, take care of him from behind.

She lay on her side and I entered her spooning her. She was burning hot, soaked, and going into her felt like sinking into something that had been waiting all night.

—You’re so beautiful, Marina —I whispered in her ear while I stroked her breasts.

—Fuck me hard —she answered, turning her head just a little—. Harder.

Behind me I felt Adrián. His tongue first, then a couple of fingers searching for that point that undid me, and finally the brush of his body against mine. The sensation of being in between the two of them, giving it to her and receiving him, was too much.

I couldn’t hold out long. I started throbbing inside, losing control, and Marina noticed.

—Come with me —she asked—. I’m going too. Give me everything, ahhh…

And I let go, in a heat that emptied me out completely.

***

I stayed still for a moment, recovering, until I could speak.

—Adrián, baby, come here. It’s your turn.

And I withdrew slowly.

—Yes, love, give me yours too —said Marina—, before Tomás slips away. After that, I’ll give myself to both of you so you can share me.

She lay on her back and lifted one leg to touch herself while Adrián penetrated her. I positioned myself behind him, ran my tongue over him, opened him slowly, and pressed my body against his.

—Are you going to take him? —asked Marina, looking over her husband’s shoulder at me.

—Yes —I answered.

—Do it. Let’s give him everything.

And while Adrián fucked her, I fucked him. The sighs turned almost into screams. The three of us, in a mixture of sounds that no longer meant words, only pleasure.

—Yes…

—Like that…

—More…

Until Adrián emptied himself inside her and Marina came, again, to an orgasm she’d already lost count of.

We both pulled back. We settled ourselves between her open legs to gather up together what we’d left there, and then the three of us kissed, trading it back and forth, without disgust or shame, as a final seal on what we’d just done.

Exhausted, the three of us lay down with Marina in the middle. Each of us was stroking one of her breasts, just barely, so she’d keep feeling desired. She held us both with her hands.

—Thank you, guys —she said after a long silence—. It was wonderful. I think I’m not going to be able to live without the two of you now, just like you can’t live without being together.

Adrián hugged her tighter.

—Don’t take offense, love —she went on, finding his mouth—. I love you the way you love each other.

I don’t know if I said anything. I think I just closed my eyes and smiled.

We stayed like that, kissing slowly, stroking one another without urgency. The night had barely begun and that was only our first time. I knew that, as soon as we recovered our strength, it would all happen again. The room was filled with the smell of sex and desire, and none of the three of us had the slightest intention of leaving.