Partner Swapping

The beds squeaked in sync. If she moaned, my girlfriend got louder. It was a silent competition between four people separated by a few inches of drywall.

Damián swore we knew how to have fun. I never imagined his invitation would lead us to a hallway of red curtains where my wife would decide for both of us.

When Joaquín introduced us to his new partner, a blonde ten years older, I never imagined we’d end up breaking every limit in our family that very night.

We’d spent two nights watching without touching. On the third, as two couples mixed one meter from us, my girlfriend squeezed my arm and whispered something to me.

The proposal came with the third drink: each night, one of the four would be in charge in the other couple’s room. They said we’d start that very night.

Elena suggested it as if it were an innocent game. When Roberto put his lips to Marcos’s neck, all four knew there was no turning back.

When we got to Pablo and Vera’s place, the champagne was already cold. I tried to act calm. My body had been betraying me for weeks every time he brought it up.

She was seventy years old and had a body that defied every one of them. When she told me in my ear she hadn’t been touched in ten years, I knew the night wasn’t over yet.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

We had been studying for hours when the cold became unbearable. Sofía invited me into her bed to warm up. Neither of us expected what came next.

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

We slept badly that entire week. We knew what awaited us on Saturday, and that certainty turned every night into an anticipation of something neither of us dared name aloud.

When Mariana asked for my help, I knew the secret I’d hidden for years was about to come to light in front of three people I barely knew.

I thought it was a dildo. When she removed the blindfold and I saw the mirror, I understood she’d been preparing me for something very different.

Carolina narrowed her eyes at me and whispered that she wanted to watch me shove my cock into Sofía’s boyfriend. And I’ve never been able to say no to her.

We’d rejected three couples. When we finally found the perfect one, they gave us a condition we never expected, not even in our wildest dreams.

At eleven it was just two couples laughing around a bottle; by three in the morning we were four bodies that didn’t know who they belonged to.