What We Did to My Best Friend’s Boyfriend

I still don’t know how to tell this to anyone without sounding like a character ripped out of a nightmare. But what I’m writing here is real, so real that I still keep the dildo in the first drawer of the dresser, like some trophy I don’t dare throw away.

My best friend Valeria and I had crossed the line four months earlier. It started when she fell off her bike going down through the park and broke both arms. They put casts on her all the way up to her shoulders, and she was left unable to tie her hair up or pull her pants down to piss. I offered to stay at her place that first week, because the boyfriend she had at the time had vanished the second he saw her coming out of the hospital.

After bathing her, drying her off, and helping her change clothes so many times, one night I ended up with my hand between her legs. It wasn’t premeditated: I was running the sponge over her thighs, went farther than I should have, felt the soft pubic hair against my palm, and my hand stayed there, still, waiting for a reaction that would either give me permission or send me to hell. Instead of pulling away, she opened her thighs a little wider and looked at me with a smile I hadn’t seen in ten years of friendship. I slid two fingers into her cunt without taking my eyes off hers, and discovered she was soaking wet, that she’d been waiting for days for someone to dare. I fucked her with my hand right there, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, with her casted arms resting on my shoulders like a broken puppet, while I bit her neck and she came without being able to touch me.

From that night on, everything changed. We saw each other two or three times a week. Sometimes we’d just talk, wrapped around each other, watching a series with cheap wine. Other times we’d spend hours naked, trying toys we bought online, scissoring until we both came at the same time and then laughing like guilty teenagers. I’d lick her cunt until my tongue hurt, and she’d return the favor with that thin-lipped mouth that knew exactly where to press. We learned how to come together, how to read each other’s breathing, how to know when the other was about to explode and hold her on the edge to make her beg. I’d fallen a little in love, I admit it. She had too, I suppose, though she never said it out loud.

That Saturday in May started like any other. Valeria showed up at noon, we ate pasta, emptied a bottle between the two of us, and before five o’clock we were already in my bed. We did what we always did: me face down between her legs, sucking her swollen clit until she pulled my hair and begged me to stop, then her on top of me, sixty-nine, her tongue buried deep in my cunt while she squeezed my ass with both hands. Then something else: I tried out a big vibrating dildo on her that had arrived in the mail on Monday. I slid it into her slowly, watching her face while the rubber made its way in, and pressed the vibrator against her clit at the same time. She came three times in a row, the last one with a gush that soaked my wrist all the way to the elbow. When she was done, sweaty, with her hair stuck to her forehead and her legs still trembling, she lay there silent, staring at the ceiling, and told me she wanted to try something different.

—How different? —I asked, still panting.

—A threesome.

I raised an eyebrow. I propped myself on my elbow and looked at her, waiting for her to laugh or clarify the joke. She didn’t laugh.

—With who? Another girl?

—With Sebastián.

Sebastián was the new guy, the one who had shown up a month earlier in the spinning class she went to on Tuesdays. I’d seen him in a photo: tall, broad back, arms like tree trunks, that kind of handsome face that knows far too well how handsome it is. He was thirty-three, seven years older than us.

—He knows about us? —I asked.

—I told him last week. It didn’t bother him. Quite the opposite.

That should have set off alarm bells. But I wasn’t thinking clearly; I was thinking with my crotch, and the idea lit me up.

—Call him —I told her.

He showed up forty-five minutes later. I opened the door wrapped in a short black silk robe and felt ridiculous and powerful at the same time. He came in, took off his jacket, looked me up and down without hiding it, and held out his hand like we were in a business meeting. Firm handshake. Too firm.

—So you’re the other one —he said, with a half-smile I didn’t like at all.

—The other what.

—The one fucking my girlfriend.

Valeria came out of the bathroom at that moment, in panties and no bra, her tits out and her nipples already hard, and blew him a kiss from the hallway. He laughed, a short, dry laugh, and started unbuttoning his shirt right there in the living room, without waiting for us to take him anywhere.

We moved to the bedroom. When he pulled down his boxers, I couldn’t help widening my eyes a little. It was huge. A thick, long, veiny cock, with a purple glans already half-swollen, hanging between his legs with a weight you could feel. Bigger than anyone I’d ever had. Valeria looked at me and chuckled under her breath.

—You go first —she said, patting my ass—. I want to see it.

Sebastián lay down on the bed, on his back, hands crossed behind his neck. He said nothing; he waited. I climbed on top of him slowly, taking his cock in my hand to guide it. It was hot, hard as iron, and I could barely fit my fingers around it. I rubbed it over the lips of my cunt, wetting it with my juices, searching for my entrance. When I started to open myself to let him in, feeling the glans stretch my flesh, he grabbed my asscheeks with those huge hands, yanked them apart, and in one movement hauled me down onto him, all the way to the base.

I screamed. Not from pleasure, from surprise, from a pain that blurred into something I didn’t know if it was want or fear. I felt his cock hit something deep inside that shouldn’t have been hit, and tears sprang out of my eyes without permission. He started moving me up and down, using me like I weighed nothing, without asking, without waiting, driving into me to the hilt every time, bouncing me on that cock like I was a doll. Every drop down knocked the air out of me. Every rise left my cunt open, throbbing, hungry despite the pain. Valeria, beside us, squeezed my tits with one hand and fingered herself with the other, two fingers buried in her own cunt and her thumb circling her clit, never taking her eyes off me.

—Fuck her, fuck her hard —she whispered to him, her voice rough—. Break her.

I endured it for a few minutes. My traitorous body started getting genuinely wet, started yielding, started accepting the size. Then all of a sudden, without warning, Sebastián lifted me off him, stood up, hauled me off the floor by the asscheeks and slammed me against the wall. My back hit the wardrobe. He shoved his cock into me in one thrust, my legs hanging open in the air, and started pounding me with a violence I didn’t understand. It wasn’t sex. It was something else. It was like he was collecting on a debt I’d never owed him. Every thrust shook me through and through, made the back of my head bang against the wood, tore a moan out of me that I couldn’t tell was protest or pleading. I wrapped my legs around him and let him do it, getting wetter and wetter despite myself, because my body was responding, because my cunt was clenching around that cock splitting me open, while my mind, in some corner, had already started doing the math.

He shoved it so deep I could feel the glans throbbing against my womb. He grabbed my hair with one hand and turned my face so I’d look at him.

—Look at me when I come inside you —he said through clenched teeth.

He came inside me with an animal grunt, hot ropes of semen I could feel climbing all the way into my guts, and let me drop onto the bed like a rag. As soon as he let go, I could see the bulge of his cum running down the inside of my thigh. He chuckled under his breath and went to the bathroom.

—Are you okay? —Valeria whispered.

—Yeah —I told her.

I wasn’t okay. I was calculating.

He came back from the bathroom with a blue pill in his hand. Viagra. He swallowed it with a glass of water and lay down again. While he waited for it to kick in, he spread Valeria’s legs and started eating her cunt with a delicacy he hadn’t shown me. He dragged his whole tongue from bottom to top, sucked each lip one by one, buried two fingers in her and pulled them out shining to lick them clean. She grabbed his hair and sighed softly, arched her back, her tits moving with the rhythm of her breathing, and she wasn’t looking at me anymore.

When he was ready, with his cock hard again and dripping, Valeria lay back and he got between her legs. He fucked her hard, yes, but with a different kind of force, one that respected the body beneath him. He slid into her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, looking her in the eyes. He talked to her in a low voice, kissed her neck, bit her lower lip slowly, sucked her nipples one after the other without stopping his movement. He took her cunt in long, deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the base, while she dug her nails into his back and moaned in his ear. They were a couple. I was nothing.

When she came, her whole body arched, she cried out loudly, and I watched her cunt clamp down on his cock and milk a second orgasm out of him, which he emptied inside her without pulling out. As I watched them fuck, I finished putting the plan together in my head.

***

I waited for them to finish. Sebastián came inside her and collapsed onto the side, satisfied, with that macho smile of his, the kind that thinks he’s fucked two girls well in one afternoon. I got out of bed wrapped in a sheet, with his semen still slowly running down my thigh.

—I’m going to get more wine —I said.

I went down to the kitchen. I took a bottle from the shelf, three glasses, and from the cutlery drawer I took the blister pack of sleeping pills my mom used when she stayed over at the house. I crushed two in the mortar until they turned to dust. I dumped them into one of the glasses, stirred with my finger, poured wine on top, and swirled carefully until not a single clump remained. I went back up.

I handed them the glasses. Sebastián drank his in one long gulp, noticing nothing, still showing off. He talked for a few minutes, bragged about how much he could take, about how tight I was, about some trip to the coast he planned to take with Valeria. And little by little, his words started to drag. He yawned. Blinked slowly. Muttered something neither of us understood. And then he collapsed to one side.

Valeria looked at me with eyes like two fried eggs.

—What did you do to him?

—I put him to sleep. Don’t freak out, it was two pills, he’ll snore for three hours and wake up fine.

—And what for?

I told her the plan. I showed her what I had in my bag, in the zipped inner pocket: the biggest dildo I’d ever bought, a black one, thick, with a suction-cup base, bought months ago and still unused. The bottle of lubricant. The padded wrist and ankle cuffs I’d bought at a shop in Once with Valeria, laughing. A ball gag.

Valeria covered her mouth with both hands. Then she burst out laughing, first a nervous laugh, and then a real one, free, without guilt, like for the first time that night she felt she owned something.

—You’re a fucking bitch —she told me, grabbing the dildo in the middle and weighing it in her palm.

—I know.

We got him on all fours in the middle of the bed, spread his legs wide, lifted his hips until his asshole was exposed, pink, tight, virgin. We cuffed his wrists to the bars of the headboard, his ankles to the bedposts. We put the gag in carefully so as not to choke him. And, just in case, we put another blue pill under his tongue and waited for him to swallow it reflexively. I wasn’t going to miss the image.

While he slept, his cock started getting hard. A slow, alien erection, like his body was still taking orders from somewhere else. His cock rose on its own between his legs, swelling until it stood stiff against his belly, and a clear drop welled up from the tip. Valeria wiped it off with her finger, put it in her mouth, and winked at me.

—Wait until he wakes up —I told her—. I want him awake.

***

It took almost three hours. Light was already coming in through the window when we heard him moan differently, a confused whimper still stuck with sleep. He opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to understand the position. He tried to move and realized he couldn’t. He tried to speak and realized there was the gag. And then yes, his eyes opened for real, wide, fully awake, and his breathing picked up until he was snorting through his nose like a frightened bull.

I climbed onto the bed from behind, naked, with the dildo well lubricated in my hand. I’d spread a thick layer of lube over it until the whole thing gleamed, and I had on a black leather harness Valeria had handed me from the bag, with the dildo already fitted in the front ring, hanging between my legs like my own cock. Valeria was off to the side, in a chair, wearing one of my robes, drinking coffee, watching the show with her legs crossed like she owned a private circus.

—Hi, champ —I whispered in his ear, pressing myself against his back so he could feel the weight of the rubber resting between his asscheeks—. Now it’s your turn.

I ran the tip of the dildo over his hole several times, coating it well, giving him time to understand what was coming. I watched his whole body clench, the muscle tightening reflexively, useless. I put my left hand on his waist, my right on the base of the dildo, and set the tip in place. I waited. Gave him time to really get scared. And pushed.

It went in with resistance. The head of the dildo sank in by force, opening his ass, and he screamed under the gag, a muffled, shrill scream unlike anything I’d ever heard him make before. I saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the chains of the cuffs. I pushed more. I grabbed his waist with my free hand, the same way he’d grabbed me, and started moving with the same savage rhythm he’d used to slam me against the wall. No break. No asking. No waiting. I shoved the dildo in to the base, until the harness straps hit his asscheeks, and held there for a second, still, letting him feel what it was like to be filled by something he hadn’t chosen.

Then I started fucking him. For real. Pulling the dildo almost all the way out and driving it back in with one thrust, gripping his hips, yanking him back into me with every stroke. The bed creaked. The mattress shifted. His ass opened and closed around the rubber with a wet sound that filled the whole room.

The first few minutes were a fight. He pulled at the cuffs, shook his head, tried to close his legs and couldn’t. Snot ran down his face and tears soaked the pillow. At some point Valeria got up from the chair, slapped his left cheek hard, and left a red handprint there. Then another. Then she ran her hand along his back and whispered, “Easy, baby, don’t resist, it’s almost over.” She grabbed his cock from underneath, that cock that was still hard from the pill, and started giving him a slow handjob in time with my thrusts, squeezing his balls between her fingers.

And at some point, his body surrendered. I don’t know exactly when. He stopped fighting. Stopped screaming. Started moaning, first through his nose, then through his mouth around the gag, long, deep sounds that didn’t resemble anything I’d heard from him before. His eyes went glassy. His head dropped onto the pillow, drool pooling around the ball, and he started pushing back into me, searching for me, lifting his ass to take more, begging with his hips for what he didn’t dare ask for with his mouth.

—Look at him —Valeria said, laughing, never stopping jerking him off—. He likes it. The fucking bastard likes it.

I fucked him like that for a long, hard six minutes, watching the back of his neck, measuring his breathing, giving him exactly what he’d given me hours before. I drove the dildo in with all the force of my hips, without human rhythm, like a machine, feeling the harness rub my clit and wet me too. When the Viagra did its work and he came, it was a long ejaculation, with Valeria hardly needing to touch him at all, his whole body shaking from feet to head, his ass clenching down on the dildo in spasms that ran through the harness into my pubis. Ropes came out of him, white, thick, one after another, with his cock throbbing in the air. The sheet was stained with a white patch that didn’t seem like it could fit inside one body alone. I stayed buried to the base while he came, not pulling out anything, so he could feel every contraction around the thing that had opened him from the inside.

I pulled out slowly. The dildo came free with an obscene sound, and I saw his asshole open, red, pulsing, unable to snap shut all at once. I unfastened the cuffs, first the ankles, then the wrists. I took the gag out carefully. He stayed there face down, cheek pressed into the pillow, not moving, not speaking, a thin line of drool wetting his chin. I ran a hand through his hair, almost tenderly. He didn’t react.

We changed the sheets. Threw the old ones into a black bag that I later took down to the hall. The three of us got under the clean comforter and fell asleep like that, not saying a word, our bodies pressed together as if none of it had ever happened.

***

The next morning, Valeria got dressed early. She kissed me on the mouth, a long kiss, with tongue, and whispered “you’re my favorite” in my ear before closing the door. Sebastián stayed behind. When she was already out in the street, he pulled on his pants slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at me for the first time without a mask.

—I came here to break you —he told me.

—I know.

—I didn’t like the idea of her sleeping with someone else. Not with another guy, not with another girl. I thought that if I fucked you hard once, you’d understand she was mine and the little game would be over. That’s why I fucked you like that.

—I know.

—And you knew it and let me do it anyway.

—I let you do it —I said— so afterward you’d have nothing left to claim.

He laughed. A tired laugh, without an edge, without yesterday’s swagger.

—That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life —he said, looking at his hands—. Both things. What I did to you and what you did to me. I don’t know what to do with that.

—Go home —I told him—. Think about it slowly.

He left without saying goodbye.

That was in May. Almost a year ago now. Valeria is still my best friend and still, sometimes, my lover, though now it’s less urgent and more affectionate. Sebastián came back two more times, both on his own, without her, knocking on my door at three in the morning. The first time I let him in, and I fucked him again myself, this time without pills, without cuffs, with him kneeling on my bed begging me for it with his mouth. The second time I didn’t.

The dildo is still in the first drawer of the dresser. Sometimes I look at it and think about him. And about me. And about how, for exactly six minutes, I was exactly what he was with me, and I discovered I didn’t like it nearly as much as I thought I would. But I also discovered that, if I need to, I can be that person again without my hand shaking.