Male Friends

We’d been seeing each other for six months as friends, never daring to do anything. That night, while we spun the bottle, I realized they wanted a lot more than our company.

It was our last night, and there were no more turns or games: just eight friends, a lot of skin, and the quiet promise that no one would be left unsatisfied.

I came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel and crossed the living room slowly, knowing both men’s eyes would follow me to the bedroom.

We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.

We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we believed it. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting naked.

Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

Diego and I had spent years joking about swapping partners for one night. When Sofía took my hand and led me to her bedroom, it stopped being a joke.

“I knew it turned me on to imagine her with another man. What I didn’t know was how far we were willing to go once I stopped making the rules.”

When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.

If we lasted five minutes, then the women would compete afterward. What began as a joke among friends ended with the four of us naked in the same bed.

We went up on the boat to fish and sunbathe. We came down as something else. What I saw at the bow still keeps me up at night.

Hugo showed us a video where no one knew who was touching whom. He said it was to defeat jealousy. I didn’t know the draw would leave me watching what I feared most.

We were four in one tent, two couples who barely knew each other, and it only took one touch in the dark for none of us to want to keep pretending to sleep.

I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.

Three chairs in the middle of the living room, four women circling, and the music about to stop: the one left standing that round got nothing.

I opened the hotel-room door and the first thing I heard was a long moan and a bed thudding against the wall. We weren’t alone, and neither of us wanted to stop.

When Marina took off her last piece of clothing in the warm water, the four of us knew that night no one would be sleeping on their own side of the bed.

The guest bathroom was occupied, so I walked into the bedroom without thinking. Damián was there, alone, looking at me like someone who’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

After the fourth gin and tonic, my wife got up from the sofa, crossed the living room, and started undressing in front of our friend. I could only watch and want it.