What I Discovered with My Two Friends the Last Night

My name is Marisol and until a little more than a year ago I thought I knew myself fairly well. I’m forty-six, married, with two grown children who are building their lives far from home, and a routine that seemed closed off forever. I have coppery hair and dark eyes, the kind of woman people still turn to look at in the street, though that’s me saying it—I don’t know whether anyone else would.

It all started last summer. My husband decided to spend the hottest months working from the house we have in a mountain village, and he took the boys with him. I stayed in the city, alone, with too many hours stretching out ahead of me. One thing led to another: first it was filthy messages with him, and from there, almost without realizing it, I ended up poking into places and conversations that had never been part of my life. I discovered I was drawn to things I had never allowed myself to even think about.

That’s how I met Lorena and Dafne, the wives of two of my husband’s friends. The three of us had crossed paths at dinners and barbecues for years, smiling at one another across the table, never imagining what was coming. It took just one afternoon, a couple of drinks too many, and a half-made confession for the ice to break. Since then we had seen each other several times, always with an empty house and the silent promise that no one else would find out.

At the end of December Lorena called me.

—Your husband gets home late all this week —she said without beating around the bush—. We’ve got the house to ourselves. We should see the year out properly.

She didn’t need to explain what she meant. We arranged to meet on the last Thursday of December, the Feast of the Holy Innocents, for our own private celebration.

***

I arrived first. Lorena opened the door wearing a very short red dress, cut so low it was hard to keep your eyes up. I had chosen a black one, just as short, though hidden under a long coat that protected me from the cold outside. The moment I crossed the threshold she closed the door, helped me off with my coat, and stood there for a second looking at me.

—This year has been special because I’ve met you two —she murmured.

And she kissed me right there in the hall, slowly, as if we had all night ahead of us. We did.

She led me by the hand to her bedroom. We stretched out on the double bed and kissed again, this time without hurry but without mercy. I lowered the dress straps from her shoulders; she pulled at mine, and amid silly laughter and clumsy fingers we gradually ended up in our underwear. She wore a nude set; I wore black to match my dress.

—Get up —I asked her—. I want to do this properly.

She agreed. I moved behind her, unclasped her bra, and her breasts were freed. I ran my hands down her stomach, caught the edge of her thong, and slid it down, centimeter by centimeter, until she was completely naked. I made her lie back and finished taking off what little I still had on.

I settled over her, fitting my body against hers until the friction drew a sigh from both of us. We moved slowly, kissing as our breathing grew more and more ragged.

—What the three of us have is one of the best things that’s happened to me in years —she said against my mouth.

I bent down to catch one of her nipples between my lips. We lost the contact we’d had before, but her taste and the way she arched her back more than made up for it. She moaned softly, one hand tangled in my hair, urging me not to stop.

—You do it better than anyone —she panted—. Don’t stop.

I had no intention of stopping. When I noticed her moans changing, becoming shorter and more urgent, I knew she was close. I wanted it to be intense, so I rose again and brought our bodies together, setting a firm rhythm. She clutched my hips, dug her heels into the mattress, and let herself go with a long shudder that I felt run through her whole body.

I didn’t move away. I didn’t want to break the moment. But then the doorbell rang.

—That has to be Dafne —Lorena laughed, still breathless.

She threw on a robe and went to answer the door. I heard them talking in the hallway, their voices drawing nearer, and after a moment Dafne came in holding Lorena’s hand. She was wearing a black miniskirt, matching stockings, and a bright purple blouse. She looked at me naked on the bed, looked at Lorena slipping out of the robe, and raised an eyebrow.

—I see you didn’t wait for me —she said, pretending to be offended.

***

I got up and stood behind her while Lorena positioned herself in front. We surrounded her between the two of us. Lorena kissed her on the mouth; I turned her face toward me and kissed her too, feeling the skin on her neck rise in gooseflesh. We unbuttoned her blouse and discovered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Lorena went for her breasts and I slid down the line of her throat, leaving a trail of kisses.

—If you keep this up, I forgive you —she said with a laugh, though her voice was already trembling.

I found the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was left covered only by a sky-blue thong that didn’t last long either. When she was as naked as we were, we laid her on the bed. Lorena knelt between her legs and started licking her; I sat astride her face and offered her my sex. Dafne accepted the invitation without hesitation.

Her tongue was skilled, patient, and at the same time she dug her fingers into my thighs every time Lorena surprised her down below.

—You two are so wicked —she panted, pulling back for a second—. You’re going to drive me crazy.

I was moaning too. Pleasure rose through me in waves and, when I came, she didn’t miss a detail. Afterward she licked her lips, satisfied, while Lorena stayed focused on her task.

It was Dafne’s turn. I got down and stretched out beside her, joined my mouth to hers, and took her breasts in my hands, kneading them slowly. We had only known each other this way for a few months, and yet the three bodies already seemed to know where to touch, when to press, when to ease off. Lorena did not ease off: she kept on with her tongue until Dafne pulled away from my mouth to release a long moan, utterly surrendered.

—I have more fun with you than with anyone —she said once she caught her breath.

***

The night turned into one unbroken exchange. Dafne pointed at Lorena with a wicked smile.

—Now it’s my turn to make you moan.

Lorena lay back with her legs spread wide, and Dafne knelt between them. I slid under Dafne, upside down, so that her body rested on mine. While she worked on Lorena, I took care of her, and the rubbing of our skin added another layer to everything.

—You’ve learned so well —Lorena panted, clutching the sheets.

Dafne didn’t take long to come over my mouth, with a shiver that made her laugh and moan at the same time. Lorena, for her part, was crying out louder and louder until she finally gave in with a tremor that shook her whole body.

The three of us stayed lying there, catching our breath, tangled up in one another. Lorena was the first to speak.

—I’m happy with my husband —she said, looking at the ceiling—, but I had never felt this before.

—Sometimes it scares me how much I like it —Dafne confessed softly—. And at the same time I don’t want it to end.

—Then let’s not let tonight end —I replied.

I laughed to myself, thinking how far away the woman I’d been a year ago now seemed. I loved my husband, truly I did, and I hoped he would never find out any of this. But that part of me I had discovered in silence had become impossible to ignore.

***

Lorena suddenly stood up, with that restless energy of hers, the sort of woman who always has an ace up her sleeve.

—It’s about time for some male company —she said, winking.

She went to the wardrobe, opened a drawer in the back, rummaged under the underwear, and pulled out a dildo of more than generous proportions. Dafne’s eyes opened wide.

—And your husband never looks in there? —she asked—. Aren’t you afraid he’ll find it?

—Not at all —Lorena laughed—. He always rummages through the other drawer, the one with the pretty thongs. He’s completely forgotten about this one.

She came back to bed with her treasure in hand. I gently held Dafne’s legs, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the toy, caught between desire and nerves. Lorena slid it into her carefully, first slowly, then with a firm rhythm, while I took care of kissing her and playing with her nipples. Dafne bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

—What are you doing to me? —she moaned—. You’re going to kill me with pleasure.

Lorena didn’t stop until Dafne arched all the way and let herself go with a cry that filled the room. Then she looked for me with her eyes.

—Your turn, Mari.

I spread my legs. Lorena penetrated me with the same patience and, immediately, the sensation split me in two. Dafne, recovered, returned the favors she had given earlier with a skill she hadn’t had months before. Between the two of them they brought me to an orgasm that left me voiceless, clutching the sheets, laughing and trembling at the same time.

When I caught my breath, Dafne looked at Lorena mischievously.

—And have you ever taken it from behind?

Lorena made a scared face.

—That’s too big. It won’t fit.

—Leave that to us —I said—. Get on all fours.

She did. I positioned myself underneath her and started attending to her with my tongue while Dafne, who had caught on, prepared the ground with patience and care. Little by little, what had seemed impossible stopped being so. What began as a groan from Lorena turned into deeper and deeper moans, until she came again, undone on the bed.

***

I would have liked to stop time, but the night was ending and each of us had a home waiting. While we got dressed, we talked about the year that was about to begin. These weren’t the usual empty New Year’s resolutions; after everything we had discovered together, we knew that what we promised we would keep.

—Next year we have to dare to try something else —I said, fastening my coat.

—Easy now —Lorena replied—. The good things shouldn’t be rushed.

Dafne and I stepped out together into the freezing street. We walked a stretch in silence, the smile still stuck to our faces, and at the corner each of us went our separate way. I got into the car thinking that this had been, without a doubt, the best New Year’s Eve of my life. And that the next one promised to be even better.