The Nights My Husband Asks Me to Tell Him About
Sometimes, when it gets late and we share a drink in the kitchen, Mateo asks me to tell him another one of those stories. Another story from before, from when we still didn’t know each other. He knows it’s hard for me to begin, and he also knows that afterward I can’t stop. That’s the part he likes best. So I’m going to tell it again, as if it were for him and not for me.
It was a Saturday in September, one of those days when summer’s heat still hasn’t quite gone away. I had made plans with Renata and Camila after several months without our schedules lining up. We had gone to secondary school together, back in our hometown, and ever since then, no matter how much life pulled us apart with jobs, partners, and moves, we managed to see each other at least every couple of months.
It was our ritual. Dinner somewhere new, catching up on our wounds and our triumphs, and, without fail, ending up talking about men. The ones we liked, the ones who tangled us up, the ones we had let get away. That night, none of the three of us was entirely alone. Renata had gotten back together with her boyfriend after an ugly fight and still couldn’t quite believe it. Camila had been seeing a coworker for a few months. I was dragging along something halfway formed, with no desire to give it a name.
“You look bored, Sofía,” Renata said when the second bottle of wine arrived.
“I’m bored,” I admitted. “I really am.”
“Then tonight it’s your turn to stop being bored,” she replied, her eyes shining the way they had when we were seventeen.
All three of us had chosen dresses for that night. Renata wore a short, tight black one that accentuated her hips and lifted her tits effortlessly. She’s the tallest of the three of us, and she has a way of moving that makes men stand still when she walks by. Camila had put on something more understated, terra-cotta colored, with short sleeves and a discreet neckline. I had pulled a sleeveless navy-blue dress from the back of my closet, with an open back and a skirt barely above the knee. When I pulled it on and looked at myself in the mirror before going out, I looked less tired than I actually was.
We had dinner at an Italian restaurant downtown, one of those places that plays loud music and lets the table laugh louder than the kitchen. Then we went to a cocktail bar a couple of streets away, and from there, around one, Renata suggested going dancing. It had been so long since I’d set foot on a dance floor that I almost couldn’t be bothered. Almost.
“I know a good place,” she said. “Someone at work recommended it.”
We took a cab, and in less than ten minutes we were at the door of a club called The Hangar, in a half-hidden industrial area. From the outside it didn’t look like much. Inside, it had two big dance floors, one with cool lighting and the other with warm light and lasers, good sound, and, above all, people who knew exactly what they were there for.
We ordered drinks at the bar and, as usually happened when we went out together, the first candidates didn’t take long to approach. Renata chose quickly. One smile was enough for a skinny guy to lead her onto the dance floor, and as soon as her feet touched it, her body understood the music as if it had been waiting for it all day. Camila played hard to get a little longer, but when a somewhat older man, with graying hair and a calm gaze, politely asked her to dance, she took his hand and went with him.
I stayed at the bar for a while, swaying with my glass between my fingers, and I didn’t mind. I’d spent months without feeling that I was alone without feeling lonely. It also came as no surprise when someone approached me.
“Hi,” he said. “My name is Tomás, and I’m dying to dance with you for a while.”
He was tall and slim, with a somewhat large nose but a pleasant face. His solemn introduction for something so silly amused me. I smiled back.
“Sofía,” I said.
He took my hand and led me to one end of the dance floor, where people weren’t packed so tightly together. From the very first step, I realized the night was going to get interesting. The music did the work for us: it pushed us together, pressed us against each other, pulled us apart just in time. Several songs passed, and he showed no sign of wanting to change partners, while I wasn’t in any hurry either.
Every so often I looked for Renata and always found her surrounded by people, laughing, tossing her mane of hair, dancing with one man and then another as if men were interchangeable. That’s how she is. She knows perfectly well what she provokes and manages it with a collector’s patience.
The songs changed to something Latin. A salsa began, followed by a bachata, and although I’m not a good dancer, my body managed not to embarrass me. Tomás danced better than I did, that much was clear, and he allowed himself to move closer. Leg against leg, palm on my waist, palm a little lower, palm a little higher when I turned. I didn’t stay still either. When I had my back to him, I marked the rhythm by pressing my ass into his lap, and I felt his cock, already awake beneath his trousers, digging between my buttocks. His breathing caught for a second, and I pressed even harder, rubbing myself slowly, feeling every inch of that hard bulge growing against my ass to the rhythm of the bachata.
“You’re killing me,” he said in my ear.
“Blame the music,” I replied, laughing.
“Can I buy you something?”
“You’ve just made me incredibly thirsty,” I said, letting him lead me off the dance floor.
We ordered two mojitos. While we waited for the bartender to finish them, he moved closer and kissed me. Not just a token kiss. He kissed me seriously, with tongue and time, holding the back of my neck with one hand. I answered without thinking, opening my mouth to him, letting his tongue tangle with mine. My body was burning, there was just enough alcohol to keep my doubts quiet, and everything else was desire. I slid one hand over the back of his neck and with the other I brushed his trousers, without trying to hide it, to make sure that cock was still as hard as it had been on the dance floor. It was. Even harder. He bit my lip, and I felt my thong suddenly grow wet between my legs.
It had been a long time since anyone had kissed me like that, I thought, surprised that I was surprised.
The bartender set the glasses on the bar and looked at us with the patience of someone who had seen everything. When we finally broke apart, it took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was. I looked around for my friends and couldn’t see them anywhere.
“Did you come with someone?” he asked.
“Two friends, but they’ve gotten lost. Or maybe I’m the one who got lost.”
“We’ll look for them,” he said, kissing me again. “Afterward.”
We finished our drinks and began making our way through the place. We went down to the main dance floor, made a complete circuit, and found nothing. I tried calling them; neither Renata nor Camila answered. We went upstairs, where the club had balconies overlooking the dance floors and darker corridors. Before we went any farther, Tomás stopped me, pressed me against the wall of a corridor, and kissed me again, this time sliding his hand beneath my dress, slowly, as though asking permission with his fingers. I drew a deep breath and gave him permission without words, parting my legs slightly.
His fingers found my soaked thong and pulled it aside in one swift movement. The tip of his middle finger slid between the lips of my cunt, slipping easily because I was so wet, and moved up to my clitoris to draw slow circles that made me tremble against the wall. A moan escaped me into his mouth. He pushed one finger all the way in, then two, and started fucking me with his hand right there in the corridor, while the music pounded below and I pressed my thighs against his to make sure he wouldn’t stop.
I felt a bulge beneath his trousers that was no longer a promise. I put my hand over it and squeezed. His cock showed clearly through the fabric, long and thick, throbbing beneath my fingers. I lowered his zipper just enough to slip my hand inside and grasp it over his underwear. It was hot, hard as a rock, and when I squeezed it, he let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan.
“There are quieter places upstairs,” he said.
***
As we went higher, the lights grew dimmer and the music faded behind us. On the stairs we passed a couple of pairs who no longer cared much about who went by: a girl with her skirt bunched up and her back against the railing, her panties hanging from one ankle, the guy’s cock going in and out of her cunt in full view of everyone; an older woman with her hand shamelessly inside her companion’s trousers, stroking him with practiced ease. No one paid any attention. The club operated by its own rules, and everyone knew them.
The corridor opened into a room filled with low sofas, deliberately poorly lit. Some silhouettes were talking, others were kissing, and others were doing things that were no longer kisses. I was walking with Tomás’s hand over mine, letting him lead me, when I suddenly stopped.
Two sofas away, wrapped around her guy like a snake, was Renata. Her dress was pushed up to her waist, her thong pulled to one side, and his hand was between her legs, two fingers buried to the knuckles in her cunt. He pulled them out and pushed them back in with a slow, obscene rhythm, and every time he withdrew them I saw his wet fingers gleaming in the low light. She had thrown her head back and was laughing softly, biting her lip whenever he touched her exactly where he should. With her free hand she squeezed one tit through her dress, and every so often she lowered it and ran her palm over the bulge in his trousers, demanding more. She didn’t see me. She didn’t see anything. She was in her own world.
If I was already turned on, watching her like that finished the job. I felt my thong soaked, dripping, my breathing ragged, and a strong pulse between my legs, a throbbing that had settled in my clitoris and wouldn’t let me keep still. Tomás noticed the tension and hugged me from behind, pressing his cock against my ass, so hard it hurt.
“I want to fuck you now,” he whispered.
I nodded without taking my eyes off my friend.
We sat on the sofa beside them, barely three feet away. Renata still hadn’t noticed us. Tomás kissed my neck, lowered one strap of my dress, and ran his tongue over my shoulder. He lowered my bra cup too and pulled out one breast, then crouched right there, without caring who might see, and sucked my nipple. He bit it slowly, then harder, until it grew stiff as a little stone between his teeth. His hand moved up beneath my skirt and pulled my thong aside, and when he touched my cunt for the first time, skin against skin, I had to bite down to keep from making a sound. He thrust two fingers inside me all at once, without preliminaries, and found me so wet that they slid in completely without resistance. He began moving them inside me, palm facing upward, pressing the spot inside that makes my vision blur, while his thumb worked my clitoris in circles. This was no place to scream. Not yet. But my legs were trembling, and I knew that if he kept going for another two minutes I would come right there on the sofa, in front of everyone.
“I have an apartment nearby,” he said after a while. “Will you come?”
I didn’t think about it much. I leaned toward Renata and touched her shoulder. She looked up, recognized me, and laughed, surprise lasting half a second.
“We’re going to this guy’s place,” I whispered, pointing at Tomás. “You in?”
Her guy, who still hadn’t let go of her, answered for both of them.
“We’re in.”
We went down the stairs faster than we had climbed them, dodging couples who were no longer the same but were doing the same things. In the building’s elevator, all four of us began undoing whatever we could find. Renata laughed softly against her guy’s neck while he groped her ass beneath her dress. Tomás pressed me against the mirror, yanked up my skirt, and rubbed his cock, already out of his underwear, against my buttocks. I felt it naked and hot, sliding between my ass cheeks as he kissed the nape of my neck. In the five floors that ride lasted, I was already completely clear about what I had gotten myself into.
We entered the apartment. I didn’t have time to see what it looked like. Renata and her guy stayed on the sofa in the entryway, and out of the corner of my eye I caught her kneeling in front of him and pulling his cock from his trousers to put it in her mouth. Tomás took me to the bedroom.
***
He pulled my dress over my head in one motion, leaving me in my thong and bra. He unfastened my bra with one swipe, and my tits fell free. He stopped for a second to look at them, then crouched and licked first one and then the other, biting my nipples until they grew hard and sensitive. Then he took off my thong, which was already begging for air, soaked and hanging between my legs because of how wet I was, and threw it on the floor. He laid me down at the edge of the bed. He opened my legs with his hands, spreading them wide without holding back, and crouched between them.
It had been a long time since anyone had taken that kind of trouble, and it showed. His first lick went from bottom to top, one long stroke, running over my cunt from end to end with his broad, flat tongue, and it tore a moan from me that bounced off the walls. His tongue knew exactly what it was doing: playing with my clitoris, drawing quick circles and then slow ones, moving down, slipping inside me, fucking me slowly with the tip, coming back up, lingering on my lips and sucking them one by one, biting without hurting, sucking just enough to make me lift my hips against his face. His fingers rested on my hips without holding me down, as if he wanted me to move on my own, and that finally made me let go. I grabbed his hair with one hand and pushed his head against my cunt, rubbing myself shamelessly, seeking the places where I wanted his tongue.
He pushed two fingers inside me again while sucking my clitoris, curling them upward, and that was when I couldn’t hold out any longer. The first orgasm came quickly. Too quickly. The entire night had built up inside me, and it took very little for me to overflow. I shook, squeezed my thighs against his ears, felt my cunt contract around his fingers in waves, felt my juices run over my perineum and onto the sheets. I laughed, covered my face with my hands, and shook again, trembling, while his tongue continued licking me slowly to prolong the shudder.
“Come here,” I told him when I could speak.
He sat up, pulled his trousers all the way down along with his underwear, and his cock sprang free, long, thick, slightly curved upward, the tip shining. I sat on the edge of the bed. I took it in both hands, one above the other, and there was still a little left sticking out above them. I stroked it slowly, spit a little to lubricate it, and put it in my mouth. I’ve always been good at this, and I’ve always enjoyed it. I worked the whole thing: first the tip, sucking it like a candy, then the entire shaft, lowering until it hit the back of my throat and made my eyes water a little. I went up to lick his balls, put them in my mouth one by one, came back up, and jerked him off with one hand while sucking his head. I like the moment when I realize the other person can’t think anymore. He held my hair, set the pace, and slowly fucked my mouth, tightening his fingers a little more around my neck each time.
“Stop,” he said after a while, his voice ragged. “I want to be inside you.”
He laid me back on the bed, face up, and entered me. He did it in one motion, without warning and without needing to, driving his cock all the way in with a single thrust. I was so wet there was nothing to prepare. A cry escaped me when I felt him fill me completely, reaching a place inside me that no one had touched in a long time. He started slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then going back in to the balls, and soon his patience ran out. He thrust deep without stopping, fucking me hard, the bed banging against the wall, my tits bouncing with every thrust, leaving me no room for anything except responding. I matched his rhythm by lifting my hips, digging my nails into his back, wrapping my legs around his ass so he could get even deeper, letting the bed make as much noise as it needed to.
“Like that,” I shouted. “Like that, don’t stop, fuck me, don’t stop.”
He turned me onto my side without pulling out, lifted one of my legs, and kept thrusting from there, entering at a different angle that made me see stars. He sucked my nipple, put his tongue in my mouth, and bit my neck. I came again, and this time I didn’t worry about the noise. I screamed, squeezed my cunt around his cock, and felt every contraction grip him inside me, unwilling to let go.
Suddenly he pulled out, sat on the edge of the bed, and brought himself off with his hand, jerking himself quickly and furiously while looking me in the eyes. I looked back at him, my legs still spread, offering him my open, dripping cunt so he could come while watching it. There was something about the scene that felt like a promise fulfilled, and we both knew it. He came copiously, panting, shooting thick jets of semen over my tits, belly, and pubic mound. One landed on my chin. With two fingers I gathered some from my chest and brought it to my mouth, never breaking eye contact. He collapsed beside me.
“Fuck,” he said.
“Fuck,” I repeated, and we laughed.
***
I thought it ended there. It didn’t.
Tomás kissed me again, slowly, with that post-sex calm I’ve always liked. He ran his hand over my sex, playing, not searching, sliding his fingers over my cunt, soaked with the mixture of his fluids and mine. Without hurrying, his fingers went in and out again, two at first, then three, slowly opening me, listening to the wet sound they made as he pulled them out. It made no sense for my body to respond so quickly, but it did. I felt my clitoris swell again beneath his thumb, my nipples harden once more, my breathing quicken even though I had just come twice.
And then I looked toward the door.
Renata was standing there, both hands resting on the frame, naked from the waist down, her tits still inside the dress but outside the cups. Her guy had hold of her hips and was fucking her from behind, shamelessly, driving his cock into her ass, a cock I could see sliding in and out, thick and shining. She was looking at me. I was looking at her. I felt Tomás enter me again, his cock hard once more against my cunt, and a different kind of heat rose from below.
It was something new. Being fucked while watching other people fuck. And being watched myself. Renata opened her mouth with every thrust, a low moan escaping her, and I watched her tits move to the rhythm of the guy splitting her from behind. The four of us looked at one another like that for a while, first discreetly, then without any discretion at all, until Renata’s guy lifted her from the doorframe and threw her facedown on the bed beside us. He reached out one hand and brushed one of my breasts, playing with my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I didn’t push him away. Renata stretched out her own hand and caressed my face, then ran her thumb over my lips, and I sucked it without thinking, the way you suck a cock.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“I’m very good,” I replied.
Tomás sped up, thrusting harder, his balls striking my ass with every push. His friend was still inside Renata, holding her by the hair, pulling it to arch her back and fuck her more deeply, without taking his eyes off me. I reached out and caressed her tits, squeezed them, tugged on her nipples, and she caressed mine in return, then lowered her hand until she found the place where Tomás’s cock entered my cunt. She touched my clitoris with two fingers while he fucked me, tracing circles in time with his thrusts, and I did the same to her, slipping my hand beneath her body until I found her cunt, feeling the other man’s cock opening her with every thrust. The four of us began doing what we were doing without asking anyone’s permission.
At some point Tomás turned me over and put me on all fours, my hands on the headboard. He pushed into me from behind in one thrust, gripping my hips, and began fucking me hard, the flesh of my buttocks bouncing against his pelvis with every drive. Beside me, Renata got into the same position. We were like mirror images, both kneeling, asses raised and tits hanging, each with a cock inside her. What came next is hard to describe. Thrusts, searching hands, overlapping screams. Renata’s guy reached over, found my mouth with two fingers, and pushed them inside; I sucked them while Tomás kept fucking me from behind. Renata turned and kissed me full on, with tongue, while we both endured the thrusts of the men behind us. We sucked each other’s tongues, saliva escaping from the corners of our mouths, and I felt her moan enter me when her guy thrust harder. Renata’s guy held on to my hair to push his partner harder, as if I were a rope to pull on. When Tomás saw that, he reached out and grabbed one of Renata’s tits, and she grabbed his cock where it emerged from and entered my cunt, helping him fuck me, setting the rhythm with her hand.
“You girls are loud,” he said at some point.
“Shut up and keep going,” Renata replied, and we both laughed like teenagers. I found it funny to be laughing while I was being fucked.
Renata’s guy came with a long moan, pulled out his cock, and emptied his load over her ass, thick jets sliding down her buttocks to her open cunt. Tomás lasted a little longer, thrusting through a final stretch that left me breathless, squeezing my hips so hard with his fingers that I knew he would leave marks. I came before he did, screaming into the pillow, feeling my cunt close completely around his cock in long spasms. He held out for two, three more thrusts, then pulled out just in time, coming over my back, in the cleft of my ass, with a hoarse groan. The four of us lay still for a while without speaking, our breathing ragged, the room smelling of sex and sweat.
***
I slowly came back to consciousness. I was naked in a bed that wasn’t mine, with a friend beside me and two men I had never seen before. I could feel the dried semen on my back and between my legs, moisture still dripping inside along my thigh. I sat up slowly. I saw my dress lying on the floor, my thong somewhere else, and both phones vibrating somewhere nearby.
Mine had five missed calls and messages from Camila asking whether we were still alive. I smiled. I replied that we were together and were on our way. I cleaned myself as best I could with a towel I found lying around and dressed in silence. Renata did the same, her mascara smeared and a foolish smile fixed on her face. The guys watched us from the bed, naked and still speechless, their cocks hanging limp over their thighs, red marks from our fingernails visible on their chests and shoulders.
“Thank you,” Tomás said when I was already at the door. I didn’t know whether he was being ironic. I decided he wasn’t.
“Thank you,” I replied.
We went down to the entrance and walked in silence until we found Camila outside the club. When she saw us, one look was enough. Just one. She burst out laughing.
“Don’t tell me now,” she said.
“I’m telling you now,” Renata replied.
And she began telling her. I walked beside them in silence, the cool early-morning air rising into my neckline, still feeling the sting of sex between my legs and the semen already dried against my skin, and I thought that someday I would have to tell someone about it. I still didn’t imagine that person would be Mateo, or that he would ask me to repeat it, or that every time I tell it, my voice still trembles a little when I reach the part about the doorframe.
“Shall we go?” Camila said.
“Let’s go,” I said.
And the three of us left, walking slowly down an empty street, with the feeling that Saturday morning was going to be different.