The Strip Poker That Ended at Mateo’s Apartment

It had been three months since I’d signed the divorce papers when Natalia convinced me to accept the invitation. She told me she knew a guy, Sebastián, and that he was bringing a friend; that nothing would happen if we didn’t want it to, but that at least we’d have a laugh. I said yes more to get her off my back than out of any real desire.

I put on a pair of black leather pants and a red top I hadn’t worn since before I got married. I painted my lips the same red. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I hadn’t recognized myself like that in years. Natalia picked me up wearing a very short burgundy dress and a conspiratorial smile.

“Ready for the adventure?” she asked.

The two of them showed up in a shiny red pickup truck, parked on the corner downtown like it was a set piece. Sebastián rolled down the window and looked us up and down with a smile that wasn’t hiding a thing.

“Get in, girls. The place we’re going doesn’t wait.”

In the passenger seat was Mateo. Short hair, brown skin, a white silk shirt unbuttoned to the third button. He didn’t say much at first, but when he turned to greet us I realized he had the darkest eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

The club was packed, but Sebastián nodded to the bouncer and we went straight in. It was obvious they knew him. We ordered drinks at the main bar. Latin music started to get louder and Natalia disappeared onto the dance floor with Mateo before I could react.

Sebastián leaned over my ear so I could hear him over the music.

“How are you really? Natalia told me you had a rough time.”

I was surprised by how direct he was. Most of the men I’d spoken to since the separation had acted oblivious.

“Better than I thought,” I told him. “Though tonight is the first time in a long while I’ve dressed like this.”

“You haven’t forgotten how.”

I took his hand without thinking. He didn’t pull away. We were like that, looking at each other in silence, when I felt a yank on my shoulder.

It was Gonzalo. My ex. He had a shirt stained with alcohol and eyes like two dying embers.

“What are you doing here? Who did you leave the kid with?”

I don’t know how he knew I was there. Some mutual acquaintance, I suppose. The thing is, he grabbed my arm with a force that made me scream. Sebastián stood up off the stool with a calm I still can’t explain to this day.

“Let go of her,” he said, and nothing more.

Gonzalo put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a knife. It happened in a second. I didn’t even have time to get scared when Mateo appeared from behind, twisted his wrist, and the blade fell to the floor with a tinkling sound. It all happened so fast that the people around us barely noticed.

“If I see you near her again, I’ll break your face right here,” Mateo whispered in his ear.

The guards took him away. Nobody called the police. Natalia hugged me. I was shaking, but not from fear — from something I hadn’t felt in years: the absolute certainty that someone had been willing to break his hand for me.

“We’re not letting this asshole ruin the night,” Sebastián said, handing me a fresh drink. “Keep going?”

We kept going. I don’t know how many more drinks. I know that Natalia and Mateo kissed in the middle of the dance floor without an ounce of shame, his tongue sliding into her mouth while his hand went down and grabbed her ass over her dress. When Sebastián kissed me, it was as if the entire club disappeared. His mouth tasted of whiskey and mint. I bit his lower lip without realizing it and he took advantage of that to press me against the bar and slide his thigh between my legs. I felt the pressure right there, against the leather of my pants, and a moan escaped me that he swallowed with another, deeper kiss. His hand went up beneath my top until he found my nipple and pinched it. It hardened instantly. I grabbed the back of his neck and bit his ear.

“Let’s go to Mateo’s place,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and his erection pressing unmistakably against my hip.

I didn’t ask. I nodded.

***

Mateo’s apartment was the neatest place I’d ever seen in my life. Books lined up by size, crystal glasses in a row behind the glass of a display cabinet, the cream-colored rug without a speck on it. Natalia gave me a side glance and I smiled at her: that kind of order had always made me want to tear it apart.

They served us short, dry drinks. The four of us sat on the leather sofa. On the coffee table there was a deck of cards. Sebastián took it with the same arrogance with which he’d driven the pickup.

“How about a game of strip poker?”

Natalia and I looked at each other. We both laughed at the same time.

“Are you that bored you need to resort to this?”

“Not bored,” Mateo said. “But the night calls for a little disorder.”

We said yes. Out of curiosity. Out of the alcohol. Out of the desire to see how far they were willing to go. And because of something else I didn’t dare admit to myself out loud.

The first hand Natalia won. Mateo took off his white silk shirt slowly and deliberately, revealing a torso that didn’t belong to a desk-bound man. Natalia ran her tongue over her lip.

The second I lost. I took off my shoes. I felt the cold floor under my feet and a shiver that had nothing to do with the weather.

The third disarmed the two of us. Sebastián laid down a trio of aces on the table. I pulled down the zipper of my leather pants and let them fall. My legs were trembling as I did it. Sebastián came closer as if he were going to help me and brushed his nose along my neck.

“I knew you smelled like danger.”

Natalia lost the burgundy dress on the fourth hand. She was left in a black lace set that contrasted with her copper hair. Mateo took her chin in his hand without saying a word.

The fifth was the decisive one. They were down to boxers. We were in our underwear. The temperature in the apartment had risen three degrees and both of their cocks were visible straining the fabric, with no attempt to hide it.

Then Sebastián set the cards on the table and looked straight at us.

“One more hand. The last one. If we lose, the two of us go running naked down the avenue to the corner.”

Natalia burst out laughing.

“And if we lose?”

“You two suck our dicks, both of us, right here. No breaks. Until we come in your mouths.”

We went out onto the balcony to decide. My nipples were hard from the cold or from the filth of it, I couldn’t tell which. Natalia laughed with a nervous little laugh.

“Look at us. We can barely think.”

“If we win, we get to see them running naked down the avenue. Imagine the neighbors’ faces.”

“And if we lose...” she looked at me with mischief and ran a finger along the edge of my bra, “it’s not like the punishment is the worst thing in the world. I haven’t sucked a dick in months.”

I laughed and realized I was already wet, so much that my panties were sticking to my cunt.

We went back into the living room. We sat down. Sebastián dealt. My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped the cards. Mateo had his eyes fixed on me and Sebastián on Natalia.

We showed our cards.

We lost.

***

We knelt together on the cream rug, side by side. They stood in front of us and pulled their boxers down at the same time, as if they’d rehearsed the gesture. Both cocks sprang free, hard, swollen, pointing at our faces. Sebastián’s was thick, with a pronounced vein running underneath and the head shiny with pre-cum. Mateo’s was a little longer, curved, and throbbed every time he breathed. Natalia squeezed my hand for a second before letting go. It wasn’t fear. It was recognition: the two of us knew we were crossing a line that can’t be uncrossed afterward.

Sebastián grabbed my hair with just enough firmness to guide me and brought his cock to my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly. “Suck it all.”

I stuck out my tongue and licked him first from base to tip, tasting the salty skin. Then I took all of him into my mouth, as much as I could, and felt the head bump against my palate. I started sucking him slowly, closing my lips tight and using my hand at the base to help. He let out a groan and dug his fingers into the back of my neck.

“Like that, slut, like that, don’t stop.”

Beside me I could hear Natalia working Mateo’s dick with noisy little slurps, mouth full, letting out muffled moans every time he pushed her head down. I glanced over and saw her pull off for a second to lick his balls one by one while she jerked his cock against her cheek. Mateo had his head thrown back and his hands buried in her copper hair.

“Look at the two of you, how you know what you’re doing,” Sebastián said hoarsely. “Switch.”

We both moved across the rug without getting off our knees. Now I had Mateo’s cock in front of my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head and he shuddered all over. I took him into my mouth and started sucking deeper, faster, swallowing every time I got to the base. Natalia, beside me, had Sebastián’s cock in her throat and saliva was escaping from the corner of her lips. Sebastián took her face in both hands and started fucking her mouth at a steady pace, only letting her breathe in short pauses.

“Both of them, in both girls’ mouths, at the same time,” Mateo said.

They brought our heads together. Natalia and I ended up face to face, with both cocks between us, and we started licking them both at once. Her tongue brushed mine every time we came up, and at one point we kissed with Sebastián’s cock trapped between our two mouths. It was so filthy and so good that everything inside me clenched. I heard Mateo groan loudly and felt the first jet of hot semen landing on my tongue and cheek. A second later, Sebastián came in Natalia’s mouth, shoving her head all the way down, and she swallowed what she could while the rest streamed down her chin onto her tits.

When I lifted my gaze I saw Mateo looking at Natalia, mouth parted, and she still had her eyes half-closed with pleasure. In that moment I understood the bet had been an excuse; none of the four of us was there because of a hand of cards.

We moved to the sofa. Sebastián lay me down on my back, ripped off my soaked panties, and spread my legs with a calm that made me more nervous than everything that had come before. He bent down and buried his tongue in my cunt all at once, licking me from ass to clit with long, firm strokes. I arched against his mouth and grabbed his hair with both hands. He sucked my clit until I started moaning uncontrollably, then slipped two fingers inside and curved them, searching for the exact spot. I came in his face, shaking all over, and he didn’t stop, kept licking me until I begged him to stop because I couldn’t take any more.

Mateo had Natalia on all fours over the armrest, her copper hair falling over her face. He had torn off her bra and was squeezing her tits from behind while he fucked her with long, slow thrusts, driving himself all the way in and coming almost completely out before pushing back in. Natalia was screaming, biting her arm, pushing her ass back for more. She turned her head to look for me and we kissed with our eyes open, with Mateo fucking her and Sebastián settling between my legs. I’d never kissed a woman before. I remember thinking it right in the middle of everything: this is new too, this is mine too.

Sebastián tore on the condom and shoved himself into me without asking permission. I screamed into Natalia’s mouth. I was so wet he slid in all the way to the bottom in one thrust. He dug his hands into my hips and started fucking me hard, propping my legs against his chest to get deeper. Every thrust pulled a new moan out of me. I sank my nails into his back and he bit my neck.

“Such a sweet cunt you’ve got, slut, the way you squeeze me.”

“Harder,” I begged him. “Fuck me harder.”

The two men moved with a rhythm that seemed coordinated. When Sebastián sped up, Mateo slowed down. When Mateo buried his fingers in Natalia’s hair and pulled her head back, Sebastián bit my shoulder and squeezed my tits. At some point we changed positions: I got on all fours next to Natalia and Sebastián took me from behind, grabbing my hair, fucking me with his open hand pressed into my lower back. I looked Natalia in the eyes, both of us with our mouths open, moaning in sync, and at one point we took each other’s hands over the armrest and squeezed our fingers every time the thrusts turned more brutal.

Another time we switched men. Mateo lay on his back on the rug and asked me to ride him. I sat on his cock and felt how he opened me differently, longer, touching a spot deeper inside. I started moving in circles, bracing myself with my hands on his chest, and he sucked my tits while he thrust from below. Sebastián stood behind Natalia, who was standing beside the sofa, and fucked her bent over against the backrest while slipping two fingers into her ass. She screamed so loud it made everything inside me clench. I don’t know what order things happened in and I don’t care. I know I came twice more, once on top of Mateo and once with Sebastián going down on me for the second time, and that the two of them finished on our tits, a long stream of semen falling hot between my breasts while Natalia licked Mateo’s off her nipple.

There was a second when all four of us were still, pressed together, sweaty on the cream rug, and I felt a strange peace, as if nothing else in the world were necessary.

This is me too, I thought. And the idea scared me and turned me on at the same time.

Dawn came while we were still in the shower. The four of us packed under the stream of hot water, laughing at how absurd the situation was, even though Sebastián stuck his hand between my legs one more time and made me come against the tiles while Natalia sucked Mateo off under the water. We said goodbye with kisses on the cheek and the unspoken promise that we weren’t going to see each other again.

Sebastián took me home. We barely spoke in the car. When he stopped in front of my building, he looked at me and said:

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

And it was true.

***

Four months passed since that night. I never saw them again. Natalia called me a week later to make sure neither of us had regretted it. Neither of us had.

Sometimes, when I get home late from work and pass by the avenue, I think about that strip poker game. About Mateo’s white shirt falling to the floor. About Sebastián’s hand on the back of my neck. About Natalia’s laugh against my mouth with a cock wedged between the two of us.

I think, above all, about Gonzalo. About how he pulled out the knife because he thought he still owned something that hadn’t belonged to him for years. That night he didn’t understand a thing. The truth is, neither did I until that moment: I didn’t leave the marriage because I was broken. I left because I wanted to own what I did with my body.

That night in Mateo’s apartment confirmed it for me.

I confirm it again every time I remember.