Male Friends

For months, we played at letting others watch her without her knowing. That night, with two friends on the sofa, I discovered she had controlled the game from the start.

At six, her friend's message came with three kisses, and Amparo knew before answering that this call would not end like all the others.

I agreed under three clear conditions, with my husband’s hand trembling in mine. What happened in the living room still makes me question how well I know him.

I always wondered where he got so much money. When he finally showed me, my best friend stood before me in white stockings and with a smile that changed everything.

When Marisa caught me breathing hard and staring at her legs, she didn’t get offended: she smiled, leaned close to my ear, and told me it wouldn’t end there.

I promised Marcos I’d look after his mother while he was away. What I didn’t tell him was what happened the afternoon she offered to cook at my place.

When he lowered his voice to confess it, I thought of a thousand betrayals. None of them was this: he wanted to watch me in bed with his best friend while he sat there and missed nothing.

I said yes to the game for one night only: a dress, a wig, and a name that wasn’t mine. I never imagined the girl in the mirror would look back as if she’d been waiting for me.

You texted me “I’m hungry,” and I knew exactly what you wanted. We’re not a couple, not even my type, but there’s something between us no one would understand.

For years I swallowed her provocations and played the patient friend. That August afternoon, on her balcony overlooking the sea, something inside me broke.

I went down to the living room half asleep and found her on the floor, in leggings, following a video. Then she turned her head, smiled, and asked if I wanted to join her.

I’ve always had a strange fixation. That afternoon I decided my best friend would be the first to obey me, on his knees and with nothing to hide.

Connor didn’t speak a word of Spanish, so when I started stripping my wife in front of him, he didn’t understand a thing until it was already too late to leave.

When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.

I went down to the living room in a thong, knowing he was watching me from the other sofa. Through the wall, my friend was streaming live with her boyfriend. And all I could think about was which door to open that night.

She lowered her voice and whispered in my ear while dancing: tonight I want you to watch me with your two friends. And instead of stopping her, I played along.

They arrived at six sharp, kissed me one by one as soon as they walked in, and I knew that night I wouldn’t be the one setting the rules.

I knew that devil costume was too daring, but what I couldn’t imagine was how far I’d be willing to go once I left my panties hidden in the bathroom.

When the Mistress snapped her fingers, I knew my wife would stop being only mine that night, and I’d watch every second without looking away.

Her mouth around my cock woke me up, and I knew the second day in the beach house was going to be even longer than the first.