I Posed Nude for Three Young Men and Ended Up in Their Bed

After that first day in the studio, I didn’t have the nerve to go back. I can’t deny that I had liked it; it had been a long time since I’d felt something like that, and Damián’s insistent words had finally shaken loose an instinct I thought had been asleep forever.

I let several days go by without answering his calls. When I finally picked up, at the studio, I pretended to be busy so my secretary wouldn’t overhear anything. I told him I’d call him back later and he, gentle as always, said goodbye without pressing me.

That same afternoon, on the pretext of running an errand, I ducked into a café and dialed his number.

—Look, Lorena, I wanted to tell you your photographs were a huge hit —he said—. I’ve already sold four. I’d like to give you your commission.

—How lucky. I’m glad to hear it.

—Whenever you like, we can meet up. I’ll pay you and we’ll chat for a while.

—Sounds good. I’ll call you. Bye.

My ego inflated like a balloon. Despite my age, my body still drew looks, and that filled me with a pride I didn’t want to admit even to myself. I wanted to call him right away, but I forced myself to wait a couple of days.

We met at the same café where we had first met. There was nothing between us, and yet I arrived nervous like a teenager. He showed up immaculate, kissed me on the cheek, and in the middle of the conversation he dropped the question:

—Would you still be my model?

—I don’t know. After what happened, I feel a little ashamed. I never did anything like that. During my whole marriage I never allowed myself anything like it.

—I’m not here to judge you. In a way, I pushed you right to the edge, and I confess I envied Tobías.

I blushed scarlet. All I managed was an “oh” that made him smile.

***

I felt a strange affinity with Damián, one of those where the age difference stops mattering. I wanted to keep being his model; the idea of stripping in front of him and letting his camera capture me drew me in. I’d even go so far as to say I got turned on by showing myself exactly as I came into the world.

I didn’t answer right away. I decided to let things unfold on their own. Chance helped: my husband was leaving on a day trip. I took advantage of that to call him and suggest that date. Damián had an invitation to an exhibition and offered to take me along. Of course I said yes.

I put on a short white sleeveless dress, buttoned down the front, with a cord for a belt, and cork sandals. When I arrived, Damián stared at me longer than necessary. He introduced me to half the room as “my model, the one who inspires me.” There were congratulations, drinks, conversations I barely heard. Around ten, when everything was winding down, he asked me:

—Are you going home?

—Weren’t we going to take some photos?

—That was the idea, but it’s late. Your husband’s waiting for you.

—Don’t worry. He’s traveling.

—Hallelujah —he laughed—. If you want, you can stay over, because we’re going to be up late.

—I’ll stay.

We went to his studio on his motorcycle. I didn’t know how long all of this would last, but I was enjoying the undercover adventure like a little girl.

***

In the studio, while he set up the lights, I watched him, thinking about the madness I was getting myself into.

—Don’t take off the dress —he told me—. Just the underwear.

I was surprised, but I did as he said. He sat me on a platform with one leg folded up, then with my back to him and my skirt lifted, then lying down with my legs open. Each position left me more exposed, and that shameless display lit me up inside.

—Beautiful —he murmured from behind the camera—. It should be wetter, so it shines.

Something came out of me without thinking.

—Work it up, until it’s to your liking.

His finger barely brushed me and heat rushed up my legs. I kissed him without restraint. He lifted me, yanked down his pants and entered me without preamble, while I moaned at feeling him all the way inside me. He thrust fast, without pause, until my moans turned into screams and a series of spasms shook me completely. He came inside, and we stayed wrapped in each other atop the wide window ledge, my body limp as a rag.

After cleaning me up, he took me to the attic, where a wide bed waited beneath the moonlight. He stripped away the little I had left and we started all over again. I thought I was in heaven.

***

We slept deeply. Around ten in the morning, Nicolás, one of the other guys, woke us to let Damián know there was a meeting. Before leaving, Damián gave me a hot kiss on the lips, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—Stay, rest —Damián told me—. Nicolás will keep you company.

I had nothing urgent, my husband was still away, and all of it was so unusual that I decided to stay. I put on a white robe and went to the kitchen, where Nicolás made me coffee and croissants. We spent almost an hour talking. I barely knew him, but he turned out cultured, interesting, and dangerously seductive.

—You’re a very attractive woman —he said suddenly—. When I saw you with Tobías, I envied him.

I turned every color. I told him his friend had said almost the same thing.

—Don’t be surprised. Not only do we think alike: we also share certain things.

His hand caressed my cheek and a shiver ran through me. The conversation changed course and I didn’t back away. His mouth slid down my neck to my shoulder, pushing the robe aside, baring one breast. I didn’t flinch. He untied the belt, opened it fully, and took it off me until I was naked in front of him.

He turned me over on the table, spread my legs, and slid a finger where I never let anyone enter. This time I stayed still. I felt his erection press between my buttocks and I cried out when he started to force his way in. His hand soothed me, his saliva made things easier, and an unexpected thrust drove him all the way in. He pinned my wrists behind my back and increased the frenzy.

It was a slow, deep penetration, as if he wanted to drag my whole insides out with every movement. A mix of pain and something new that pushed me toward submission. He squeezed my nipples and that irritation stimulated me even more. His thrusts grew stronger, more violent, until with a series of hard blows he came inside me. He was trembling, hunched over, growling with each jolt, and he collapsed over my back, soaked, without pulling out.

I asked him not to move while I finished myself off with my own hand. When I was done, he moved away, and I felt everything slowly leaking out. I dressed. It was almost two in the afternoon; time had flown. When my husband got back from his trip, I only told him I’d been at a photography exhibition.

***

From that day on I felt my life changing, or rather that I was the one moving the pieces like in a game of chess. I was uncertain, guilty for cheating on him, but those encounters had a special magnetism. It was like the moth drawn to the light, knowing it’s going to burn.

I wasn’t in love with any of them, but I felt trapped by that charm. From time to time I repeated a volcanic affair with each of them separately. It was obvious the three of them coordinated those encounters without my trying to avoid it.

One afternoon, after being with Damián, he threw out the idea:

—Lorena, I’m thinking about another exhibition. Nudes of a couple. I thought of Nicolás, if you’re okay with it. We’d look for a day when you don’t have commitments, do you understand me?

—I understand perfectly. Let me think about it.

—Take all the time you want. No rush.

On the way home I kept thinking that Tobías was the best endowed of the three. I didn’t know what would happen in that session, maybe nothing, but the mere idea of being naked in front of all three gave me a particular thrill: them seeing my body and desiring me at the same time.

I told him yes, but to wait for the right moment. Almost a month passed before everything lined up: my husband was traveling, my period wasn’t due, and I could stay the whole night. We planned for a Tuesday. Just in case, I told the office I wouldn’t be in on Wednesday or Thursday. I arrived before eight. The guys had prepared some snacks, with plenty of drinks, a sort of pre-party I didn’t need. We barely tried anything. At Damián’s request they closed the studio and we set up in the back room. Behind a folding screen I took off my clothes and covered myself with the white robe.

Tobías was already naked when I came out. The shots began under Damián’s directions: sensual poses, close-ups, me kneeling in front of him. His erection started to grow and I laughed, but Damián cut it off sharply.

—Either get it up yourself or put ice on it. This time I don’t need an erection.

I was surprised by how annoyed he was. Jealousy, I assumed. When things settled down we continued. Damián called for a break, sat down beside me, we talked a little and he kissed me.

—The boys are here —I protested.

—Don’t worry about them.

He lowered my robe and left my breasts bare. I tried to stop him, uncomfortable in case his friends were watching, but little by little I gave in until I had nothing on top. I lay down on a long bench while he kissed me as if nobody else existed. Suddenly Nicolás appeared and, instead of lifting me up, joined in the kisses. Then the third. The three mouths moved over my body at once, sucking my nipples, parting my legs, licking where I felt it most. I stayed frozen, enjoying it, while pleasure drove me mad.

I reached a point of ecstasy I didn’t want to leave. Damián spread my legs wide and entered me, with my head hanging over the edge of the bench. Nicolás filled my mouth and I sucked him desperately, the two of them at once, while I could barely think. I was possessed by those three. Nicolás came first and I swallowed a good part of it.

Then they turned me over, without Damián pulling out, and Tobías went for the other opening. He forced it in at once. For the first time in my life I was being penetrated in both holes. Despite the discomfort, I liked it. Damián came, and Tobías kept going for a good while longer, while I moaned and sometimes screamed from the intensity. I had a succession of short and long orgasms until the last one also ended inside me. When it was all over, I lay stretched out on the bench, completely exhausted.

They lifted me up and left me in Damián’s bed. I don’t really know what happened after that. I woke around ten in the morning, alone, not knowing where I was, until my memory began putting the previous night back together.

***

I found a short robe and went downstairs. My whole body ached, especially my back passage. Damián was making breakfast in the kitchen. I kissed him on the lips in greeting and we talked for a while.

—Look, last night I think I went too far allowing everything that happened, I…

—My dear Lorena, answer me just one thing. Did you like it?

—Well… —I said, blushing—. Truthfully, I didn’t have a bad time.

—That’s what matters. It was your decision. If you hadn’t wanted it, nobody would have forced you.

When we got up he kissed me again, opened my robe, turned me over on the table, and took me again, with deep, ravenous movements, until he tore two orgasms from me in a row. I was left sprawled across the surface, trying to catch my breath.

I got home early, showered, ate something, and lay down exhausted. The next morning my husband arrived and, to my misfortune, he wanted sex. I made excuses and put him off until night. I love my husband, but the difference between what I had with him and what happened that night was too great. I don’t mean to belittle him, I’m just saying that thing was intoxicating. It’ll pass, I told myself. It’ll pass.

***

That morning I decided to stop by the studio. When I walked in, I found Nicolás with a very pretty girl, tall and thin. I greeted her, and she turned her face with a friendly smile. I felt a strange attraction, something that had never happened to me with another woman. When she left, I asked who she was.

—Her name is Renata. She came to offer herself as a model —Nicolás answered.

Days later, Damián called me to do some nudes. I told him I wanted to put a little distance between myself and all that, but if he had no other choice, I’d do it. The next day he insisted again and I went. Renata was there in the studio again. I greeted her and she answered with the same pleasant smile.

Damián took me aside.

—Lorena, I need you. I committed to some nudes of two women and I can’t put it off. I have to deliver in a few days.

—I don’t want to leave you hanging, but when would it be?

—Today.

—Today? You’re catching me off guard.

—Please, Lorena. I’ll pay you whatever you want.

—That doesn’t interest me. With whom?

—With the girl outside.

I found the idea of doing it with her appealing, but I asked to talk first. No problem. We went into a little room.

—Look, I’ve never done a nude with a woman, and I’m not a lesbian. Don’t take it the wrong way.

—Don’t worry. You’re a great professional, I saw your photos and they blew me away. You’re my idol.

—Please, it’s not that much. I only collaborated with the boys and they did the rest.

That was enough. In those few minutes, a strange bond formed between us.

Not long after, we were both in robes while the crew finished arranging cameras, lights, and sets. Renata wouldn’t stop smiling at me. When we took off our robes, we looked at each other over our naked bodies. Her face seemed to light up, and I, though I’d have liked to deny it, felt a special attraction. Her small breasts caught my attention, and her nipples were striking.

Every time we got close, every time we had to hug or fake a kiss, I felt something strange. She didn’t seem to feel the same way.

—Don’t hold back, let go of that tension —she whispered.

And she slid her hand between my legs, just barely brushing me. A shiver ran through my whole body. I looked at her in surprise. Even though we had already seen each other naked, her touch affected me in a different way, like electric shocks with every brush. Her gaze wasn’t for the photo: it was for me, searching for me.

—You have a beautiful body. You’ve fascinated me.

I had never heard a woman praise me like that. Curiosity started to gnaw at me.

***

Around four we finished. Renata invited me to her apartment. I hesitated; I didn’t have much time, I wanted to be home before my husband, but I accepted. It was a small, nicely decorated place. She offered me a beer and went to change. She came back with a robe slightly open, hinting at everything I had already seen.

I set the bottle on the table. Even though I had seen her naked a little while ago, I couldn’t stop trembling when she came close. She hugged me and kissed me. I tried to avoid it, but she brought her lips to mine with such determination that I ended up giving in to a long, deep kiss. She lifted my skirt, slid her hand inside my underwear, and went down until she felt me wet.

I ended up taking off the last garment while her fingers wreaked havoc, finding every sensitive spot without easing up on the intensity of the kisses. When they slipped inside me, going in and out with a softness I didn’t know, my trembling became uncontrollable until it burst in an orgasm that made me cry out.

While I tried to recover, she brought her wet fingers to my mouth and I sucked them, tasting myself with a devotion I didn’t understand.

—Stay, love —she said.

—I’d gladly do it, but I have to go. Forgive me.

—When are you coming back?

—As soon as I can.

I said goodbye, wanting to stay. On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. It was my first time with a woman, and something told me it wouldn’t be the last.