The Night I Discovered I Was Also Attracted to Women

I never paid attention to that kind of message. They arrived every so often on the forum where I occasionally posted stories: confusing proposals, badly written texts, people who clearly had no idea what they were looking for. But this one was different. It simply said: “How about sharing you with a couple?” No photo, no strange requests, none of the customary three exclamation marks. Just that direct question.

I laughed, closed the tab, and went to make myself a coffee.

Half an hour later, I opened it again.

I’m not entirely sure what made me reply. Maybe the boredom of that gray Sunday, or that kind of curiosity one normally crushes before it grows too much. The fact was, I wrote: “Tell me more.” And that was where it all began.

They were Marcos and Valeria. Both in their early thirties, with two years of being in an open relationship. They spoke well, without beating around the bush or applying pressure. They told me how their arrangement worked, what they were looking for, what their limits were, and how they had learned to handle the complicated part. And without realizing it, I began telling them about mine. I didn’t have any jealousy to manage in that situation, but I did have my own limits: what made me curious, what repelled me, what I had never done but sometimes imagined when I was alone at three in the morning, with two fingers between my legs and my mouth biting the pillow so I wouldn’t wake anyone.

There was something strange about those conversations. They gave me a kind of trust I had never found on any conventional dating app.

We had been messaging for three weeks when Marcos asked me: “Want to have a drink in person?”

I stared at the screen for a long while.

I could say no. I could keep this in the comfortable space where nothing was real yet.

But I didn’t want to.

We arranged to meet on a Saturday at noon in a square with wooden benches and old trees, near a market that closed around that time. I arrived five minutes early, sat on the bench at the back, and occupied myself watching the people pass by. When I saw them appear at the entrance to the square, I recognized them immediately. They looked like their photos, but in person the details changed: Marcos was taller than I expected, and Valeria had a smile that didn’t appear in any picture.

We kissed each other twice on the cheeks, like any acquaintances in any other context.

“Thank goodness you’re real,” Valeria said, and her laugh was exactly what I needed to release the tension from my shoulders.

We sat down. We talked for almost an hour: about work, the city, unimportant things. At times I completely forgot why we were there and simply enjoyed the conversation. They were normal people. No red flags, no strange awkwardness. Just two people who knew exactly what they wanted and weren’t afraid to say it.

At one point Marcos looked me directly in the eyes.

“Do you still want to go through with this?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” I replied.

All three of us laughed at the same time. It was Valeria who broke the silence that followed. She turned toward me, tilted her head, and her mouth found mine.

It wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t awkward or rushed. It was a slow kiss, her hand resting gently against my cheek and her tongue barely brushing mine, testing the waters. When we pulled apart, my pulse was racing, my panties already clinging a little to my pussy, and my head felt slightly lighter.

“Shall we get a drink?” I suggested.

***

There was a bar two blocks away, one of those places with dark wooden tables and dim lighting even during the day. We ordered a couple of beers and sat at the back, in a corner where the only other occupied table belonged to a man reading the newspaper.

We kept talking normally for a while. But ten minutes later I noticed Marcos’s knee brushing mine under the table. He didn’t move it away. Neither did I.

“Can I?” he asked softly.

I nodded.

His hand moved slowly from my knee to the inside of my thigh. I breathed slowly, trying to keep my expression under control. On the other side, Valeria kept drinking her beer as if nothing were happening, but after a moment her hand also slid beneath the table and her fingers sought mine, then moved to my other thigh, traveling upward along the inside.

His hand moving upward and hers coming in from the opposite side. Me sitting perfectly straight, trying not to make a sound in the middle of a bar, while two strangers’ hands approached the same place along two different paths.

When Marcos’s fingers pushed my panties aside and touched my pussy directly, he found me completely soaked. One finger slid slowly inside, all the way in, and I pressed my lips together to keep from moaning. Valeria smiled without looking at me, guessing exactly what was happening under the table, and her own hand moved up the last few inches to settle over my mound, pressing my clitoris through the fabric while he fucked me with his finger inside. Two hands, two rhythms, one pussy dripping wet on a barstool. I let the air out very slowly through my nose.

“We’re leaving,” I said.

It wasn’t a question. Marcos pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth without the slightest attempt at discretion, and sucked them while looking at me. We left our beers half-finished and went out into the street.

***

They lived five minutes away on foot. The apartment was spacious and tidy: bookshelves full of books, a large window filled with afternoon light, an open kitchen connected to the living room. Marcos went to get something to drink while Valeria and I remained seated on the couch.

We looked at each other without saying anything for a few seconds.

“First time with a woman,” I said. It wasn’t a question.

“Nervous?” she asked.

“A little.”

“That’s normal,” she said, and brought her mouth to mine.

This kiss was different from the one in the park. Longer, slower, with both our hands moving without either of us having to think. Her fingers traveled over my neck, my shoulders, my sides. I found her waist and pulled her closer. Her skin was soft, and she smelled different from anyone I had ever kissed before. Not better or worse. Just different, and that difference made it hard to stop.

Marcos returned with the glasses, set them on the table, and sat beside us without interrupting anything.

“This needs a closer look,” he murmured.

Valeria laughed against my mouth and pulled away for a moment to include him. Her tongue sought his, then mine, and the three of us ended up tangled in something perfectly chaotic. The hands no longer clearly belonged to anyone. Someone unbuttoned my blouse. Someone lifted Valeria’s shirt. Marcos ran his fingers over my back while his lips returned to mine.

“Shall we keep going?” he asked near my ear.

Yes. Please, yes.

I took off my blouse myself. Valeria did the same. The first time I felt her breasts against mine, the heat was immediate: hard nipples brushing, skin against skin, a shiver running straight down to my pussy. She lowered her head and sucked my nipples, slowly at first, then with more pressure, biting them just enough to make a moan escape me that I couldn’t control.

“You like that,” Marcos said. It wasn’t a question either.

I grabbed him by the neck and kissed him while Valeria continued what she was doing. He put his hands between us, touching us both at once, pinching one of my nipples and one of hers, and I began to understand how it was possible for them to enjoy this so much: it wasn’t just physical pleasure, it was the controlled chaos of having too much happening everywhere at once.

I took off the rest of my clothes. Marcos did the same, and when he lowered his pants his cock sprang out already hard, thick, curving slightly upward, the glans glistening with droplets. Valeria was the last to undress, and we both watched her take off her dress: she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, neither bra nor panties, and her pussy was almost completely shaved, her lips already swollen with arousal. At that moment, all three of us were sharing exactly the same thought.

***

I knelt on the rug without anyone having to ask. Marcos stood in front of me, and I took his cock in my hand, weighing it, squeezing it at the base. I licked it first from bottom to top, along the thick vein running underneath, and when I reached the glans I circled it with my tongue before taking the whole thing into my mouth. It was the first time in a long while that I’d had a cock in my mouth, and I realized I had missed it: the weight on my tongue, the salty taste of precum, the way his thighs tensed when I sped up.

I sucked him with both hands, one at the base moving in rhythm with my mouth, the other massaging his balls. Marcos moaned under his breath and began to push slightly with his hips, sinking a little deeper each time, until the tip touched the back of my throat and brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, I breathed through my nose and endured it.

“Fuck,” he murmured.

Valeria held my hair from above, moving it away from my face so he had a clear view. At one point she crouched down too, and we took turns, our tongues crossing around the glans, sucking each other as much as him. We passed his cock from mouth to mouth, spit on it to lubricate it, and put it back inside, taking turns as if it were a game we had been practicing for years. When she swallowed him whole, I licked his balls from underneath, and vice versa. His cock gleamed with the saliva of both of us.

“Stop, stop,” he said after a while, grabbing both of us by the hair to separate us. “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

We pulled apart, and Valeria and I took the opportunity to kiss, our mouths still full of his taste. Then she pushed me back onto the couch with one hand on my chest and looked down at me, suddenly serious.

“Now you,” she said, climbing onto the couch to straddle my face.

This was what I had never done.

Her pussy moved slowly toward me until it was a few inches from my mouth. I ran my fingers along her thighs to buy myself some time, opening them with my palms and feeling how wet she was: her lips gleamed, and a thick drop already hung there, almost ready to fall onto my face. Something inside me decided I wanted to know. I lifted my head and ran my whole tongue along her slit, from bottom to top, slowly, finishing at her clitoris.

Her reaction was immediate: a long sigh, a tremor running through her thighs, and then her fingers pressing firmly against the back of my neck, not pulling yet, just guiding me. She tasted like a woman, like a wet pussy, a clean, salty flavor unlike anything else. I learned as I went, adjusting my rhythm according to the way her body responded, sucking her clitoris with my lips closed around it, pushing my stiffened tongue into her hole, alternating between the two, noticing which angle worked best and what made her breathing suddenly catch.

Marcos got behind me, opened my legs, and buried his face in my pussy from behind while I kept eating Valeria’s. His tongue was thick and firm, and he knew exactly where to touch. He slid two fingers inside me and searched for my G-spot while his thumb pressed against my asshole from the outside, and everything became impossible to separate into different parts: me eating a pussy, him eating mine, Valeria beginning to ride my face with little movements of her hips, rubbing herself against my tongue without the slightest shame.

“Put your tongue inside me, like that,” she panted. “There, there, don’t stop.”

When Valeria came, I felt it before she said anything. Her thigh trembled against my cheek, her pussy contracted around my tongue, and a hot wave poured over my chin. Her breathing stopped and then burst free all at once, in a long moan that filled the entire living room. She collapsed to one side, exhausted. Marcos took advantage of it to move up to my mouth and kiss me slowly. We shared her taste between us without either of us saying it out loud.

***

“What do you want now?” Valeria asked me afterward, when the three of us were on the couch catching our breath.

I hesitated. Then I decided that if I had come this far, there was no point censoring myself.

“I want to watch you two fuck while I touch myself. And I want him to eat me afterward and fuck me after that.”

They looked at each other for a second.

“We can do that,” Marcos said.

He lay on his back on the rug, his cock pointing toward the ceiling, so hard it pulsed on its own. Valeria climbed on top of him, took hold of it with one hand, rubbed it twice against her pussy to coat it, and sat down all the way in one motion. A guttural moan escaped her when she felt him fully inside. I sat beside them, legs spread and one hand already working my clitoris, and watched.

It took me less than a minute to forget that I was watching a show. Valeria began riding him slowly, bracing her hands on his chest, rising and falling with his cock disappearing completely each time, gleaming with her fluids when it came back out. Marcos grabbed her breasts and squeezed them in time with the thrusts. The sound was wet and obscene, skin slapping skin, the squelch of her soaked pussy swallowing his cock again and again. She leaned back so the angle would hit her better inside and moaned louder and louder, completely unrestrained.

I slid two fingers into my pussy and rubbed my clitoris in quick circles with my other hand, watching them and biting my lip. The heat of the room, the smell of sex, the rhythm of their bodies falling into sync effortlessly. My fingers moved on their own, faster and faster, sliding in up to the knuckles.

“Come here,” Marcos suddenly said, looking at me while Valeria kept riding him. “Get closer.”

I got onto my knees over his face without thinking twice, facing Valeria. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his mouth. What followed was one of those combinations you don’t expect to work so well: his tongue moving in and out of my pussy while his thumb pressed my asshole, Valeria’s hand on my waist holding me from above, my mouth seeking hers while the three of us moved in the same impossible rhythm. She and I kissed above his body, our breasts brushing together, and I stroked her nipples while she kept riding the cock splitting her in two beneath her.

I grabbed one of her breasts and sucked it while she continued rising and falling. Marcos ate my pussy as if his life depended on it: sucking, licking, thrusting his whole tongue inside, moving up to my clitoris and working it in quick circles with the tip. I began riding his face without any control, rubbing myself against his chin, dripping all over him.

I came before either of them. A long orgasm that began somewhere behind my navel and took a long time to end, with Valeria’s fingers entwined with mine, squeezing them until it hurt, her eyes closed and my pussy contracting in Marcos’s mouth while a hot gush soaked his face.

When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me with a calm smile, still moving on top of his cock.

“Welcome,” she said.

I lowered myself slowly and lay on my side, still trembling. Marcos took the opportunity to turn Valeria over, put her on all fours on the rug, and slide back inside her from behind, gripping her hips and fucking her deeply. Her face was pressed to the floor and her ass was raised, and every thrust tore a broken moan from her. I moved closer, lay beneath her, and sucked her hanging breasts while he kept pounding her from behind. Every so often I lowered my hand and touched her clitoris to bring on her second orgasm faster.

“I’m going to come,” he warned after a while, pulling out abruptly.

***

Valeria moved away, and the two of us knelt in front of him, shoulder to shoulder, mouths open and tongues out. Marcos jerked himself off for the last few seconds, his breathing ragged, and came all over us: thick, hot spurts landing on our cheeks, our tongues, our breasts. There were many of them, far more than I expected, and by the time he finished, both our faces and cleavage were drenched.

Valeria and I looked at each other, laughed, and leaned together to share what was left. She ran her tongue over my cheek, gathering up the semen, and put it in my mouth with a kiss. I did the same with what hung from her chin. We cleaned each other with our tongues, swallowing whatever we found, spitting the rest into each other’s mouths. We kissed with the mixed taste of both men in our mouths, and neither of us thought about it too much.

Then the three of us lay on the bed without saying much. The window was half open, and the afternoon air gradually cooled the room.

“Are you okay?” Valeria asked after a while.

“Very okay,” I replied.

It was true. There was no confusion, no regret. Just that strange, pleasant feeling of having crossed a threshold you hadn’t known was there, and discovering that there was nothing to fear on the other side.

We showered together. The shower stall was clearly meant for two people and there were three of us, which led to quite a bit of laughter and more than one stray elbow. We shared the same towel because no one had anticipated that logistical detail.

***

We’ve been seeing each other from time to time ever since. No drama, no commitments any of us wanted to establish. When the three of us are in the mood and have the time, we meet up. When we aren’t, each of us carries on with our normal lives.

No one knows anything. Not my friends, not my family, no one in my circle. And that’s how we want it to stay.

The only thing that changed for me is that now, when someone asks me what I like, the answer is somewhat longer than it used to be. And I don’t mind that at all.