When My Wife Kissed the Neighbor, I Stopped Pretending

We had spent months circling this without daring to name it. Dinners that dragged on, looks that lingered a second too long, hands brushing as a dish got passed down the table. Rubén and Lucía lived upstairs; Nadia and I were right below. That night, after the second coffee and the third bottle, something in the air made it clear we were done pretending.

I followed Rubén into the kitchen under the pretext of helping him with the coffee. The space was narrow, warm, still heavy with the smell of dinner. Through the interior window that connected to the living room, we could see our women on the sofa, speaking in low voices, sitting far too close to one another.

Rubén filled the coffee maker with slow movements, as if he needed to keep his hands busy in order to say what he had been swallowing all night.

—I never thought we’d get to this —he murmured without looking at me.

—To what? —I asked, leaning against the counter.

—To this. The four of us, in the same house, not hiding. —He nodded toward the living room—. Not pretending we don’t know what happens when the lights go out.

He turned on the flame. His fingers trembled a little.

—For years I was an asshole to Lucía —he said—. I ignored her. I made her feel invisible. And one day she stopped asking permission to desire me. She took control. And I discovered that was exactly what I was missing.

I knew that feeling well. I said nothing. I let him talk.

—Now, at home, I can be who I am —he went on—. I like it when she’s in charge. I like it when she uses me. I’d never dared admit it out loud until this year.

The coffee maker started to gurgle. Rubén looked toward the living room and went perfectly still.

—Fuck —he whispered.

I looked too. Nadia, my wife, had Lucía reclined against the back of the sofa and was kissing her slowly, one hand buried in the neckline of her dress. Lucía was moaning against her mouth, eyes closed and cheeks flushed.

I felt myself harden instantly. I glanced sideways at Rubén: the bulge in his pants was already pressing against the fabric. Neither of us made a move to look away.

Then Rubén moved his hand without thinking, like a reflex, and rested it over my crotch. I froze. I said nothing. I let him feel how hard I was under the denim. My own hand found his waist and I drew him a step closer to me.

We moved together to the window, still not letting go, looking for a better angle. In the living room, Nadia had lifted Lucía’s dress to her waist and freed her breasts.

—Look at them —Rubén panted, his voice hoarse.

Nadia was licking one of Lucía’s nipples while slipping her hand between her thighs. Lucía arched her back and bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming. Rubén’s hand squeezed harder, involuntary, keeping time with what we were seeing.

I positioned myself behind him. I pushed him gently against the edge of the counter and let him feel my erection against his ass. Rubén pushed back, rubbing over the fabric, searching for friction and finding it.

Soon the clothes weren’t enough. My hands went to his belt. I unfastened it slowly. He gripped the window frame without taking his eyes off the living room. I lowered the zipper, then his pants, then his underwear. His ass was left exposed, pale against the dark of the trousers fallen halfway down his legs.

—They’re going to see us —he murmured.

—They already see us —I answered.

In the living room, Nadia lifted her eyes toward the kitchen, smiled without hurry, and went back down between Lucía’s thighs. Lucía cried out and the idea that they knew what we were doing lit me up from the inside.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and prepared him slowly. One. Then two. Rubén pushed against my hand, moaning low, asking for more without words. When I felt he was ready, I just lowered my pants enough and guided the tip to his entrance.

I entered him centimeter by centimeter, giving him time to feel every millimeter. He was hot, tight. I let out my breath slowly when I was all the way inside. Rubén had his mouth open against the glass, moaning silently, his face perfectly visible to the two women in the living room.

I started to move. Slow thrusts at first, then deeper ones, holding him by the hip. I fucked him against the window, right where his wife could see us, and that thought aroused me more than anything else.

Rubén pressed his forehead to the glass with every thrust. I kept watching the show in the living room over his shoulder: Nadia with her face buried between Lucía’s legs, Lucía’s thighs closing around her head, both of them shining with sweat under the warm light of the lamp. I sped up without realizing it, carried away by what I was seeing, and Rubén muffled a moan against the glass fogged by his own breath.

***

—Hey, you two. —Nadia’s voice came clearly from the living room—. Not so fast. Come here.

I stopped reluctantly. I came out of Rubén slowly, and he moaned at the loss. We pulled our pants up halfway, disheveled, sweating, and crossed into the living room.

Lucía was sprawled on the sofa, her dress wrinkled at the waist, her breasts out, her legs open. Nadia, kneeling between them, turned toward us with shiny lips and a calm that brooked no argument.

—Rubén —she said—, come. Finish what I started.

Rubén looked at her for a second, processing it, and obeyed. He knelt in the spot she left for him, between his wife’s legs, and lowered his mouth. Lucía buried her fingers in his hair and moaned his name.

Nadia stood up and came toward me. She kissed me deeply, with the taste of Lucía still on her tongue.

—You’re not finished —she whispered in my ear—. Get behind him.

I positioned myself behind Rubén, who was eating Lucía out on his knees, his ass exposed again. I entered him once more. With each thrust, I drove him against Lucía’s sex, and the three of us moaned at once, linked in the same chain of movement.

Nadia sat on the sofa arm to watch us, one hand between her own legs. She liked directing as much as participating.

—Like that —she ordered softly—. Slower. Let him feel everything.

The three of us obeyed. Lucía lifted her hips toward her husband’s mouth. Rubén moaned against her every time I took him. I set the rhythm Nadia dictated from the edge of the sofa.

Suddenly Lucía sat up. She pushed Rubén aside with a firm hand in his hair, not yanking, just with authority.

—Baby —she told him—, lie down on the floor. On your back.

I withdrew from Rubén. He obeyed his wife without a word and lay down on the rug, his cock pointing at the ceiling and his face still shining with her.

Lucía positioned herself on top of him, straddling him, her sex right above his mouth.

—Eat —she ordered.

Rubén lifted his head and started to lick her. Lucía moaned, braced herself on her hands, and arched her back. Then she found me with her eyes.

—And you —she said—. Fuck me.

It wasn’t a plea. It was an order, soft but clear. I knelt behind her, guided the tip in, and pushed. Lucía screamed when I filled her, while her husband kept licking her clit from below, both things happening at once.

I started moving with long, deep thrusts. Lucía held herself over Rubén, looking at him, watching him suck, sometimes feeling the tip of my cock when I pulled out of her.

Nadia could no longer stay just watching. She came over, straddled Rubén’s free cock, with her back to him and her face to Lucía, and sank down slowly. She moaned long and low when he was all the way inside her.

The two women faced each other, moving, one riding, the other being fucked, all four of us hooked into the same scene. Nadia leaned in and kissed Lucía, deeply, wetly, without stopping her motion on top of her husband.

I couldn’t take my eyes off that kiss as I kept thrusting into Lucía. Their hands searched for each other and intertwined in the air, their breasts brushing with each sway, their moans blending into a single breath. I had never seen anything so beautiful or so obscene at the same time, and I knew in that moment that none of the four of us would want to go back to the life we had before.

The thrusting quickened. Lucía was the first. She came with a muffled cry, trembling over her husband’s mouth. I felt her clench around me and had to hold back so I wouldn’t finish with her.

Nadia followed, riding Rubén to the end, gripping Lucía’s shoulders. And he, trapped between the two of them, tensed and emptied himself inside my wife with a long groan against the sex of his own.

I held out a little longer, until Lucía turned her head to look at me over her shoulder and asked me for it with nothing but her eyes. I drove in to the hilt and let myself go, gripping her by the hips, trembling.

***

The four of us collapsed on the living room rug, sweaty, breathless, quietly laughing from the sheer release.

—So why did we take so long to do this? —Lucía said, still panting, looking at her husband with a sly smile.

Rubén laughed.

—Good question.

We got dressed halfway. We made another pot of coffee, this time without anyone ending up against the counter. We sat on the sofas, half naked, relaxed, talking about anything and everything, like the lifelong neighbors we were and, at the same time, like something that still had no name.

—Next time we cook, and you two come upstairs —Lucía said at the door when we were leaving.

—Deal —I replied.

Nadia and I went down to our apartment slowly, tired and happy. We got into bed and held each other without speaking, just being there.

—Are you okay? —I asked her.

—Better than okay —she murmured against my chest—. This is exactly what I wanted.

I kissed her forehead and we stayed like that, tangled together, in that new world we had built between the four of us, without pretending and without hiding anything. For the first time in a long time, everything fit.