My friend kissed me in the shower and I was never the same again

My name is Carla, and I’ve been married to Diego for almost ten years. I’m not going to brag about a perfect marriage, because like almost everyone else, we’ve had our ups and downs. Now we’re in a strange sort of calm, maybe because we stopped trying to change each other. That war is always a losing one, especially in bed.

At first Diego was passionate. We made love often and with real desire. I understand that time, bills, and exhaustion take their toll, but they took more than their share from us. I ended up resigning myself to lukewarm sex, spaced out, without a spark. We were still having sex, yes, but only out of habit.

Some time ago I met one of Diego’s coworkers and his wife when we invited them to dinner. His name was Rubén, a serious guy who bordered on pedantic, one of those men who think they’re always right. His wife, on the other hand, seemed charming to me from the very first minute: Lorena, cheerful, easygoing, with a laugh that filled the house. I never understood how she had ended up with someone like Rubén.

That dinner was followed by many more. Diego and Rubén became inseparable, and so did we. One afternoon Lorena confessed that her marriage wasn’t doing well either, that her husband had become distant and that it was putting out the light inside her. We recognized ourselves in the same frustration.

In May, with a few days off, the four of us went to a little town on the coast. We took two adjoining rooms at the hotel, connected by an interior door, so we could go from one to the other without stepping into the hall. That gave us a kind of privacy I didn’t know how to measure at the time.

The town was small and beautiful, with a beach almost right next to the hotel and a huge pool. Diego and Rubén had planned to go fishing in a rented boat that would take them out to sea. Lorena and I would be on our own. Everyone was happy.

The first day, after breakfast, we went down to the beach. I was wearing a provocative swimsuit, with a neckline that barely contained my breasts and my back bare. When Lorena saw me, she let out a soft whistle.

—You’ve got a body to die for —she told me.

—Look who’s talking —I replied, and I meant it.

We took a long swim. At that hour the beach was almost deserted. When we got out of the water I started drying myself and Lorena offered to dry my back. She wasn’t rubbing: she was caressing. I noticed it, but I preferred not to overthink it. Then we lay down in the sun and she, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, took off the top of her bikini. It was the first time I had seen her like that, and I was surprised by how beautiful she was.

—We should put on sunscreen —she said—. Will you do me?

I spread it over her back slowly. When she put it on me, that same slow, deliberate touch came back, running down my spine like a question.

—Your skin is so soft —she murmured.

This isn’t my imagination. But I said nothing. I was afraid of being wrong and ruining everything.

***

Midmorning we went up to shower before lunch. Our husbands were still out at sea and had warned us they wouldn’t be back to eat. We had the whole morning to ourselves.

Each of us went into our own room. I had just gotten under the water when the shower screen opened and Lorena stepped in, naked, determined. I froze.

—Lorena, what…?

I didn’t finish the sentence because she kissed me on the mouth.

—Shhh. Don’t say anything.

And she pressed her lips to mine again, this time deeper, seeking my tongue with hers. Against my will, I opened my mouth and kissed her back. The water was falling over us and I no longer knew where fear ended and desire began. Then I pulled away.

—No. This isn’t right.

—Why not? I like you. A lot.

She kissed me again and I answered her once more. Her mouth moved down my neck, over my breasts, while her hands traveled over my back and closed gently over my ass. I liked it, and that was exactly what scared me.

—Stop —I insisted, without conviction.

She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

—Relax. Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want.

And she kept going down. I braced myself against the tiles, surrendered, pushing my hips forward almost without thinking. When she reached my sex, she parted my lips with her tongue and started licking my clit with a patience I didn’t know existed. I threw my head back and stopped fighting. No woman had ever touched me like that, and the pleasure was different, more refined, more exact, as if she already knew every single thing my husband had taken years not to learn.

I came with a shudder that buckled my knees. Lorena straightened up, her face radiant, happy not only because of the orgasm but because she had overcome my fear.

—Are you okay? —she asked.

I could only answer her with a long, grateful kiss.

***

We had our lunch brought up to the room. I didn’t want to break that bubble. While we waited, Lorena undressed me without hurrying, unbuttoning my blouse, unclasping my bra, letting my skirt fall to my feet. When the trays arrived, I slipped on a robe to open the door, and as soon as the employee left, she came looking for me again.

—You’re gorgeous —she said, slipping her hands under the fabric—. Gorgeous.

I had never touched another woman. I was afraid I wouldn’t be enough, but horniness overruled fear. I kissed her neck, undressed her bit by bit, caressed her breasts, her waist, her ass. When she was naked we went to the bed and I let my robe fall away.

We tangled together in frantic urgency, arms and legs searching for each other, mouths parting only to bite another place. I slid my fingers inside her and she moaned hard, eyes closed, focused on my hand. I learned on the spot, repeating on her body what I liked done to mine, until she arched and came against my palm.

—The food’s getting cold —I said, laughing.

—There’s something I want more —she replied, and went back down between my thighs.

Her tongue found the rhythm right away, while her hands squeezed my nipples. I came a second time, in a tide that left me breathless. We ate late and cold, and we didn’t care. We had another kind of hunger.

***

After that trip, Lorena and I became lovers. And I discovered that I no longer needed to fight with Diego over his lack of attention: what I was missing, I had in her, without pleading or reproach. Sex with Lorena was better than anything I had ever experienced. She knew what I wanted and made sure to give it to me.

Even Diego noticed the change. I was happier, I dressed up more, I hummed while tidying the house. He didn’t imagine the reason, but my new coquettishness woke up desires in him that had been asleep for a long time. For me, though, his hands meant little now. Compared to Lorena, everything about him felt coarse. I avoided sleeping with him whenever I could, and I almost always managed to get my way.

One afternoon when I was supposed to meet Lorena, Diego came home early. I was in my underwear in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.

—Got a date with your lover? —he blurted out, half joking.

My blood turned to ice. He had hit the mark without knowing it.

—Don’t be silly. I’m going shopping and for coffee with Lorena.

—Then why are you getting all dressed up?

—You know I like looking good.

I went over to kiss him and I could feel how hard he was, on edge. We hadn’t touched each other in more than a week and his urgency showed. I tried to hurry so I could leave, but he grabbed my arm.

—Cancel it. Stay.

—Diego, I’m late. Stop, please.

He didn’t stop. He shoved me against the back of the sofa, lifted my skirt, and despite my protests, forced himself on me. It was quick, mechanical, without looking me in the face. He finished almost immediately and went to the kitchen without saying a word, a little ashamed. I straightened my dress, reapplied my makeup, and left without saying goodbye, with a bitter feeling lodged in my chest.

I called Lorena on the way.

—I’m going to be late. I love you.

When I told her what had happened, she went serious.

—That was rape, Carla. The fact that he’s your husband doesn’t give him the right to anything.

—I know. What am I supposed to do? Part of it’s my fault, I don’t want to sleep with him.

—That has nothing to do with it. If he can’t handle it, that’s his problem. But he has to respect you.

She was right. We were quiet for a moment. Then, at a table in the back of the café, away from prying eyes, her hand slipped under the tablecloth to my thigh.

—If anyone’s going to take you without permission —she whispered— I want it to be me.

I shivered all over.

***

One Saturday we were invited to dinner at the home of some mutual friends. There were four couples. The house was on the outskirts, a mansion with a pool and a table set in the garden. Our hosts were Hugo and Beatriz, he with new money and she still gorgeous, tall and dark-haired. I didn’t know the other couple: Sergio and Vanesa, about my age or so. He was attractive; she was stunning, with a huge neckline, high heels, and green eyes she knew how to use.

After dinner, the men stayed behind smoking by the table. Beatriz invited us to go for a swim, and laughingly said we could do it naked if we wanted. Lorena agreed right away; I preferred to wait and went to the bathroom. When I came out, I ran straight into a scene that pinned me to the spot: Hugo and Vanesa were kissing in the kitchen. She had his cock out of his pants and he had his hand between her thighs. They weren’t afraid of getting caught. Then Hugo shoved her downward and Vanesa, obedient, took him into her mouth.

I hid, but I couldn’t look away. And almost without realizing it, I started touching myself. I was so absorbed that I didn’t hear Vanesa come into the bathroom until I had her beside me. I turned my head and she kissed me on the lips, holding my hand so I wouldn’t stop.

—Keep going —she murmured—. Don’t hold back.

The surprise didn’t stop me at all. She moved me higher, and soon she had me on my knees, devouring me with a skill that left me trembling.

—God, like that, I’m gonna come —I gasped, and exploded against her mouth.

Vanesa stood up and kissed me again.

—We can do it again whenever you want —she said—. Call me.

When I recovered and went back out, Lorena was still alone in the pool. I undressed and got in with her.

—You’re such a dirty girl —she said, smiling.

She led me to the farthest corner of the house. From there, only Beatriz and Vanesa could see us, and only if they made the effort. Lorena slid her fingers into me without making it too obvious; from the front, we looked like two friends chatting. I returned the caress under the water and a silent duel began over who would come first. I won, still carrying the heat from Vanesa. A minute later I made Lorena tremble too, with convulsions that rippled the water. Vanesa was watching us from the living room, but by then she already knew that none of it scandalized her.

***

Vanesa invited us to dinner at her house not long after. It was obvious what she was after, and I dressed for the occasion. When we arrived, she looked at me in a way that made me feel naked. After a while she went to the kitchen for the starters and asked if someone would help her. I volunteered without hesitation.

She greeted me with a kiss and started rubbing me between my legs over my pants.

—Do you like it, baby?

—God, yes —I sighed.

Since we were taking so long, Lorena appeared. Far from getting jealous, she joined in: she kissed Vanesa while stroking my ass.

—Tonight is going to be magical —Vanesa said—. We just need to keep the husbands occupied.

I had dinner thinking about dessert. The house was small and risky, so when the men went off to watch TV, we ended up sneaking away to a hotel with some excuse or other.

—This is my first threesome —I confessed, not really knowing why.

—Then you’ve been missing out on something good, baby.

Vanesa had a magnetism that was hard to explain, and she knew how to use it. She sat Lorena and me on the bed, told us to take off our panties, and started fingering us both at once. Lorena held my head and made me kiss her while Vanesa laid me down and replaced her fingers with her mouth. It was the best sex of my life: one woman’s tongue, the other woman’s hands, with not a single gap left for thinking. I exploded in an orgasm that left me empty.

After that Vanesa and Lorena kept going with each other, fingering themselves until Lorena came first. I, still on fire, buried my face in Vanesa’s cunt and brought out a deep, silent orgasm from her. We didn’t need any man. We promised to do it again as soon as possible.

***

Vanesa entered our lives like just another friend. We went out dancing, shopping, for coffee. Lorena and I were enough for each other, but Vanesa was insatiable: she could sleep with us and half an hour later with a stranger. A sex addict in every possible form. I still carried some reservations and a bit of fear, but she gently pushed me toward a world I had never even suspected.

One night the two of us went out alone. She took me to a club with a bouncer, one of those places that let people in according to rules you don’t understand. For us he opened the door without asking questions. Inside there was a bar, a dance floor, and tables in the shadows. I headed that way, but Vanesa stopped me.

—That’s for beginners. Follow me.

We went upstairs. Another door, another bouncer. Vanesa showed him something and he let us through into a dark corridor where, every few meters, small lounges opened up with sofas and people fucking out in the open. Men with women, women with women, couples, threesomes. I stared with my eyes wide open.

—This is paradise —she explained—. You do whatever you want with whoever you want. Or nothing. You set the limits. But try something new.

She joined a group and left me alone. Above one door I saw a sign: “Sauna.” I decided to go in. There were lockers for clothes and, inside, a large room with private alcoves around a pool. I sat down in an empty one. After a while a blonde with huge breasts came in, looked me up and down, laughed, and came over to sit beside me.

—I’m Dakota.

—Carla.

Without further ado, she put her hand on my thigh. I was going to move it away, but I remembered Vanesa’s advice and let myself go. She pushed my legs open and brought her fingers to my sex.

—That’s it, honey.

She stared at me hard, studying every reaction. When I started biting my lip, she lowered her voice.

—Come on, show me how much you like it.

She got busier the more she saw me lose control. Seeing me turned on excited her, and she kept whispering in my ear. She took me right to the edge without effort and I came, biting my hand, while she moaned almost more than I did, just from looking at me.

I left, showered, and a man handed me a set of lace lingerie with stockings and garters.

—Put it on.

He buckled me into a pair of stiletto heels and led me by the hand to a completely dark room. He left. For a few seconds nothing happened. Then I felt hands on my back, on my ass, on my breasts. Someone put me on all fours and, facing me, another man brought his cock to my mouth. I couldn’t see anything, I didn’t know who they were, and that taboo thrill overwhelmed me. I sucked him off while I felt the one behind me slick me up and push in slowly.

No man had ever taken me from behind. The pressure, the burn, the sensation of being completely filled, it was all new and far too intense. I picked up the pace of the blowjob to match his thrusts, until both of them finished almost at once. After that someone took me back to the lockers.

—Keep the underwear —he said—. It’s a gift.

***

I got used to Vanesa’s surprises, helplessly. Another day she took me to a beauty salon with “a very special service”: a four-hand massage in a room with two massage tables. We undressed, lay facedown, and two very tall, beautiful women came in wearing white robes. They started with a warm cream that smelled of vanilla, rubbing our backs, our legs, our asses, until I stopped thinking about anything at all.

Then they turned us over and things changed. First the breasts, with exquisite delicacy; then the sex, taking me to a point I hadn’t thought possible on a massage table. Vanesa, as always, wanted more: she untied the belt of her masseuse, a dark-haired woman with a model’s body, and made her climb up to rub against her, skin against skin. Watching that while expert hands worked me between the legs brought out my first orgasm of the afternoon.

I copied her with mine, a redhead with silky hair who swept over my body while searching for my clit. On the other side, Vanesa was already fingering her dark-haired woman, who came first. That pushed me into a second orgasm, but I was still not satisfied. When Vanesa finally finished, the masseuses left and she came over to my table and devoured me without pause, until she made me explode in a devastating third orgasm. At last, satisfied.

Lorena had shown me the path, but it was Vanesa who opened my eyes all the way. I was no longer the same woman. Diego and I ended up separating. That gray life, routine sex, the resignation of the early years: I left all of it behind without a single regret.