My Office Coworker and the Three Strangers

On Friday I woke up alone. Esteban had left before dawn, and his message was waiting for me on my phone screen: there had been a breakdown at a plant in another city and he wouldn’t be back until Saturday afternoon, maybe Sunday. His trips had been part of our routine since we got married; he inspected the machinery at each plant in the country, and once a month he disappeared for two days. I was already used to those empty weekend houses.

I dressed at my own pace, enjoying the office’s casual Friday. A blouse that let my shoulders fall bare, a short jacket over it, tight jeans and patent-leather ankle boots. I felt good, prettier than usual. In the lobby I ran into Daniela, the new girl in the records department, who hugged me as if we’d gone years without seeing each other and scolded me for abandoning her all week.

In the elevator, with no concern for the fact that other people were there, she leaned in to my ear.

—So how did it go with the clothes they gave you? Did you try the... the little thing? —she said, holding back a laugh.

This girl has no filter.

—We have to have lunch together —I replied, and the two of us laughed all the way to our floor.

***

The bosses were at an off-site committee meeting, so the morning was slow. At noon I looked for her everywhere and found her in records, bored among the folders. I dragged her out to a restaurant near the office, we ordered some crepes, and before the plates even arrived, she had already started her interrogation.

—So the clothes did fit you?

—Obviously, girl. Are you calling me fat? —I teased, and she blushed, apologizing.

—Not at all. You have a gorgeous body, I’m jealous of those curves. I’m flat everywhere —she said, touching herself with a pout that made me laugh.

I assured her that at her age anyone would want her figure. When I told her Esteban had traveled and I’d be spending the weekend alone, she opened her eyes as if I’d told her a tragedy.

—Alone all weekend? That’s awful. If you want, I can stay tomorrow and keep you company.

I thought it was a sweet gesture, but I didn’t want to ruin any plans she might have with a boyfriend.

—I don’t have a boyfriend right now —she laughed—. And honestly, you just gave me the perfect excuse not to go out tonight with some guy who invited me. Because with two drinks in me I end up getting my legs to open.

She said it so naturally that it left me speechless for a second. And I, who had done something with Tomás that I also couldn’t exactly claim innocence about, had no right to judge her.

—Then let’s do this instead —she suggested, her eyes already bright—. You’re dressed to go out. Let’s go out together, girls’ night, a few cocktails, and then we’ll go back to your place. That way we can try the little thing too.

***

At four we slipped out of the office without anyone noticing. I left a file open on my desk; Daniela left the records-room light on. We stopped first at her place so she could pack a bag, then at mine to pick up the toy: a remote-controlled vibrator that Esteban didn’t even know existed.

On the way she started questioning me again.

—So in the end, did you try on the clothes?

I thought about her lunchtime confession and decided to offer mine.

—I got home, nobody was there, and I tried them on in front of the mirror. I never would have bought something so daring, but I liked how I looked. After that I tried the vibrator. I set it to a mode that pulses with the music and it caught me so off guard I dropped my phone under the bed. That’s when Esteban walked in and found me on the floor, writhing. I told him it was cramps.

—I don’t believe you —she said, biting her lip.

—I barely made it into the bathroom to cover my mouth, because that thing made me come with my legs shaking. And when I came out, Esteban threw me onto the bed and we did it without saying a word, like animals. I’d never seen him like that.

She was rubbing her hands against her thighs, clearly turned on by what she was hearing. She wasted no time giving it back to me.

—And how did things end with Tomás? I know something happened, and it was good.

I went quiet, weighing whether to tell her or dodge it. But it was obvious she already knew something, and she had opened up her own adventures so I would open mine. I had fallen into her trap.

—Tomás is a friend from college. I never once thought about doing anything with him. On my birthday he invited me to lunch with his wife and Esteban, but Esteban had a problem come up and Tomás’s wife had traveled because of a family emergency. We ended up alone. A few glasses of wine, a conversation that kept getting dirtier, and a question from me I should never have asked.

—What question? —she blurted, grabbing my thigh—. Don’t you dare stop at the best part.

I felt her hand squeezing, sliding up and down slowly without her seeming to realize it.

—I asked him whether men like it when their partner wants to be used. He asked me to explain. When I did, he pushed me against the wall and used me exactly the way I had described to him.

Daniela wasn’t even pretending anymore. She started rubbing between her legs right there, inside the stopped car, not caring about the cars beside us, until a short, angry orgasm slipped out of her, moaning softly against my shoulder.

—I want to be treated like that someday too —she murmured.

We stayed quiet all the way to my house. We picked up the toy, she freshened up in the bathroom, and we went out again, this time in a taxi and without the car, so we could drink in peace.

***

The bar was in the trendy district, not far from my house. Daniela knew the guy at the door and we skipped the line. Inside, the music was pounding and we found a small table on a mezzanine from which we could see everything. I ordered a margarita; she, following my lead, ordered one too, though by her face I could tell she’d never tried it before.

After a while she dared me to go to the bathroom and put the toy in. I shook my head no, but she kept insisting like a child.

—Then why did we bring it?

More out of curiosity than courage, I ended up locking myself in the bathroom. I lubed it up, positioned it carefully, and went back to the dance floor with my heart racing. Daniela was already dancing with a guy. The second she saw me, she smiled, and a second later I felt the first vibration rise inside me. She had the remote in her pocket, and from a distance she was testing me: if I reacted, it meant I’d really put it in.

—I had to make sure —she told me in my ear when she came over, biting her lip and giving me an almost-kiss at the corner of my mouth.

We tried every setting. The music mode was the strongest; I moaned without meaning to, and luckily the noise of the bar covered my reaction. Several guys asked her to dance and, since she always said yes, I had to say yes too so I wouldn’t be left alone at the table. They were very young, in their early twenties; I, with my years and my married-woman look, felt out of place. But every so often Daniela activated the toy and forced me to cling to my dance partner more than necessary, with the poor guy understanding nothing.

By the fifth margarita we were at a table with three of them. One was tall and handsome, whom Daniela had marked as hers from the start. And two friends: one solid and good-natured, with an easy laugh, and another muscular one who clearly lived at the gym. We talked, laughed at anything, danced all together with everyone.

—I’ve got it, friend —Daniela whispered in my ear—. They’re coming back to your place to keep it going a while longer.

I was genuinely scared.

—You’re crazy, there are three of them and two of us.

—Don’t worry about that. With how drunk they are, they’ll barely be able to handle one of us.

I looked at her thinking she couldn’t be serious, but something in me, soaked through with alcohol and with that toy turned on all day, had stopped resisting. Like an automaton, I grabbed my things and followed her into the street.

***

The taxi took fifteen minutes. Nobody spoke the whole way. Meanwhile, all the things that could go wrong ran through my head: that we’d be robbed, that the situation would get out of control, that afterward I wouldn’t know how to explain it to Esteban. Daniela noticed my hesitation when she opened the door and took my keys, letting them in as if the house were hers.

She put on soft music and asked where there was something to drink. I went to the kitchen for a bottle and some glasses. When I came out, the stocky guy was waiting for me with the look of a man eyeing his prey; he took the bottle from my hands and led me to the living room with a hand around my waist, trying to let it drift lower than it should. When I reached the room, the scene rooted me to the floor.

Daniela was already without her blouse, devouring the mouth of the tall guy while he was groping her all over. She hadn’t lied about how she got with a few drinks in her. I watched her take off her bra, let him lick her nipples, kneel down and frantically pull his clothes off. I stood there watching, unable to move, suddenly discovering how much looking turned me on.

The stocky one pulled my blouse off from behind and I didn’t even feel it, lost as I was in the scene. A hand guided me down to sit; he pulled my jeans to my ankles and started working on me from behind with his tongue, and I, a voyeur newly discovered, let him do it while I kept watching Daniela give herself over to a stranger in my own living room.

I came out of my trance when pleasure flooded me completely. The guy licked and sucked with a skill that made me moan so loudly Daniela, for the first time, turned her head to look at me. When she spotted the toy, she took it away from me carefully, never breaking eye contact, and kept going. Then the muscular one came up to my level offering me his, and I, holding Daniela’s gaze, took him into my mouth as a silent challenge between the two of us.

***

When the stocky one got up to penetrate me, I stopped him cold. He had barely gotten it in and I already knew he wouldn’t go in without hurting me.

—Wait, you’re going to split me in two —I told him, and his smile gave him away.

I took what he had between my hands and, purely on instinct, let out:

—This is your first time, isn’t it?

He nodded, embarrassed, while his friends laughed.

—You’d all like what he’s got —I cut them off, and they stopped laughing.

I pushed the muscular one over to where Daniela was and focused on him. I licked him slowly, using both hands, listening to him groan like someone who had never felt anything like it. He didn’t last long: he finished with a first warm spurt before I even managed to get the tip into my mouth. I let one hand drop to my clit and rubbed myself while I took him in, swallowing every drop, feeling him tremble.

On the other side, Daniela was already being fucked on all fours by the tall guy, her head buried in a cushion, moaning without shame. I asked my rookie to lie down on the floor so I could ride him and control the rhythm myself. At first he went in only a little; with each drop, a little more, until the pain turned into something deep and delicious. I looked into his eyes, watched him discover sex for the first time, and that turned me on more than anything else.

At some point he took control, put me face down and thrust with an urgency that made me scream. I signaled to Daniela to come with me, to try this, but she shook her head, laughing, while the tall one finished on her face. I crossed a complicit look with her, wishing for the first time that we could swap partners like two unrestrained girlfriends.

When I felt my guy was about to finish, I pushed him away so he wouldn’t come inside me. Frustrated, he sat on my chest and emptied himself over me, trying to make me clean him up. I couldn’t refuse him. After that he lay down beside me and whispered whether he could take me from behind.

—Not today —I answered in his ear—. But I promise you can come back, as long as you do something for me first. Now go and fuck my friend mercilessly. Use her however you want, but don’t take her from behind, or you don’t get to come back.

He stood up as if it were an order. Daniela, for the first time that night, watched in fear what was coming for her, and he laid her on the sofa, lifted her legs, and buried himself in her almost all at once. The rest of us watched without blinking the rhythm of that boy who, against all odds, fucked like poetry.

***

The rest of the night turned into one single body of hands, mouths, and moans. I managed to have the tall one and the muscular one take me at the same time for a good while, while my rookie took revenge on Daniela for making him wait. When my own orgasm came, I pushed them away in time: neither of them would finish inside me. I went up to Daniela with my mouth full and, without thinking, kissed her, sharing it, the two of us licking our lips like a pair of accomplices.

They wanted to stay, but Daniela, suddenly transformed into another woman, ushered them out of the house. In fifteen minutes they dressed as best they could and left. The tall one left his number hidden among the egg tray in the kitchen, where only I would find it; that’s how I learned his name was Mateo.

We showered together. Daniela complained that she hurt, and after a while I understood why: the tall one had disobeyed and taken her from behind. It bothered me more than I expected, half out of jealousy, half because I had missed the scene. We left the windows open so the smell of sex would clear out, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms in my bed.

The next morning, while she made coffee and we laughed about the madness of the previous night, the doorbell rang. I went pale, thinking of Esteban. The two of us rushed to pick up the mess, and in pajamas, still scared, I peered through the door.

It was Tomás. And my fear turned into a different kind of anxiety when I saw him standing there: me in pajamas, Daniela behind me, the house empty, and Esteban hundreds of kilometers away.