My Two Exes Found Me at the Town Festival

The music thudded through the square, a reggaeton beat I couldn’t care less about, but the cold beer and the atmosphere had taken away any urge to complain. I was leaning against the bar of a snack stand, watching people dance, laugh, and hook up. My wife, Elena, couldn’t come because she was on shift that weekend.

She had asked me not to drink too much and to come home early, but that’s how village festivals are. You start with a draft beer and end up with a glass in your hand and your head spinning. My friends, Dani and Rubén, lifelong bachelors, had gone off after some girls who’d noticed them, and I had been left alone.

I’m not going to lie: I always get a little thrill of dirty curiosity when I go out without her.

I was minding my own business, taking a swig of my rum and cola, when I saw her. I choked and almost spat out the ice. There she was, in the middle of the crowd, laughing with a group of friends.

Natalia.

Blonde as wheat in August, with that straight mane that had always driven me wild. She was wearing a short dress with thin straps that clung to her body like a second skin. It was a nearly aggressive red, and the neckline held up that generous chest of hers high on her torso. The skirt barely covered her, and every time she moved it rode up a little more, revealing the beginnings of her thighs. Stiletto heels made her legs look endless.

She looked incredible. She always had, but now it seemed like the years had only made her better. In that moment I forgot the reasons she’d once been my ex. I had eyes only for the woman standing in front of me.

My heart started racing. I stared at her like an idiot until our eyes met. Her blue eyes widened when she recognized me and a slow, melting smile spread across her face. She said goodbye to her friends and walked toward me with that way she had of moving, as if she were floating.

—Well, look who’s here, the king of the festival —she said in that slightly hoarse voice that turned me on instantly, and gave me two kisses on the cheeks. Her perfume, sweet and fresh at the same time, wrapped around me and made me remember whole nights spent pressed against her neck.

—Natalia, fuck. You’re… spectacular. —I couldn’t help it. I looked her up and down without even trying to hide it, and I noticed the color rise in her cheeks without her losing that smile.

—Oh, how direct you are. You haven’t changed at all, huh? Still such a charmer.

—Why would I change, if you liked my compliments? —I moved a little closer, lowering my voice. Alcohol gave me extra courage—. Though this isn’t a compliment, it’s the truth. That dress looks fucking lethal on you.

She burst out laughing, that crystal-clear laugh I’d always loved.

—You beast! Here, right in the middle of the square… And your wife? —But I could see the glint in her eyes, the same one she had when we were dating and I whispered filthy things in her ear.

—She couldn’t come. My friends went hunting and left me on my own. —I brought my mouth to her ear, feeling her heat, and gently nibbled her earlobe. Her skin prickled instantly—. Don’t you remember how much you used to love it when I whispered in your ear what I was going to do to you next?

She shivered and her breathing quickened.

—Don’t be like that… We’re in the street and you’re a married man. —Her voice was barely a thread, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she leaned in a little more, almost brushing her hip against mine.

—So what? Don’t you like the adrenaline? —I put my hand on the small of her back, just where the curve began—. I remember how nice your ass was. How playful you got.

—Shut up, pervert! —She hit me again, but now it was more caress than blow. Her blue eyes were locked on mine, full of a desire that knew me by heart.

We were so close I could almost feel her heart against my chest. The world had blurred out: it was just her and me, and all the history we carried with us. I was about to lean in and kiss her when a far too familiar voice yanked us out of that bubble.

—Well, well! What do we have here? A reunion of exes!

My blood ran cold. Natalia’s eyes went wide. I turned my head slowly, as if I didn’t want to see what I already knew I’d find. And there she was.

Verónica.

My first girlfriend. The ex who came before the other ex. The first love you never quite forget.

With her sly smile, dark hair falling over her shoulders, and those sparkling eyes that always promised trouble. And pleasure. What a scene.

She was still just as gorgeous, but with a more mature, more self-assured air. She wore tight jeans that outlined a knockout pair of legs and a low-cut silk blouse that hinted at the beginnings of her breasts, medium-sized but firm. Her lips, painted bright red, curved in a smile that promised war.

—Fuck, Verónica, you scared me. What are you doing here? —It was all I could manage, feeling like a kid caught red-handed.

—And you? Did you think I was going to miss the village festival? —Her gaze drifted to Natalia and scanned her from head to toe with one eyebrow arched—. And I see you’re not alone. What a surprise, I was expecting to find you with your wifey.

Natalia, tense until then, straightened herself. Her blue eyes flashed.

—Well, look, sweetheart, I was the one having the reunion here. I’m sure you’ve got things to do.

Verónica let out a little laugh that made my skin crawl.

—Oh, really? I thought my last reunion was with you, when I saw you a couple of sizes bigger and with your hair burned from dyeing it so much. But I see the gym works miracles.

Natalia pressed her lips together and her face flushed.

—The gym, yes. At least I haven’t spent my life going from bed to bed like the village slut.

—Watch what you say! —Verónica stepped forward, and I got in between them.

—Hey, hey, calm down! We came to have fun, not to see who’s the fiercest —I tried to sound authoritative, but it came out more like a stammer.

Verónica laughed, almost completely ignoring me.

—You were always one to pick up the scraps, weren’t you, Natalia? He told me that after me, it was a nightmare finding someone who could measure up. And you, poor thing, tried to make up for it with other things, didn’t you?

Natalia snorted.

—Scraps of what? You lasted less than a lollipop outside a school. And his complaints when you dumped him… now those were some real leftovers. You broke his heart with your cheating!

My head was swinging back and forth trying to keep up with their barbs. What a pair of wildcats. And me in the middle, like a trophy. I’ll admit it: I felt a little turned on. The tension in the air was palpable, even if it was an aggressive kind of tension.

Verónica moved closer, lowering her tone but not the intensity.

—Well, at least I didn’t end up with the first one who crossed his path. What about his perfect wife? Is she still as boring as when he picked her up?

Natalia, who was about to snap back, fell silent. Her blue eyes looked at Verónica with a new light, one of complicity.

—Boring is putting it mildly —she said, and the anger from before evaporated, giving way to a strange alliance—. He traded me in for one who doesn’t have half as much spark as the two of us together.

Verónica smiled, a shared victory smile.

—Now that’s true! This one has always needed a little rough handling, right, darling? —She looked at me, and I couldn’t help nodding, seeing the waters had calmed between them now that they’d found a common enemy.

—And the poor woman doesn’t know half of what you like, does she? —Natalia chimed in, her eyes gleaming with malice—. She doesn’t know how filthy you are, how much it turns you on when we talk dirty to you, and other things I’m embarrassed to say out loud.

I felt like a piece of meat between two she-wolves, and, strange as it sounds, I liked it.

—Come on, girls, you’re making me blush. —I tried to sound funny—. This is getting too hot. How about we have a drink? My treat. One round, and let’s bring the tension down.

They looked at each other, weighing the offer. Verónica gave in first, shrugging.

—Fine, since you insist. Nobody turns down a drink. Especially not if my ex is paying.

Natalia nodded, still wary.

—Okay. But make it strong. I need to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth.

We went to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks and my rum and cola. The music was still pounding, but now, with a glass in hand, the atmosphere loosened up. We moved to the rhythm, first a little apart, then closer. Our bodies brushed, the laughter came more easily.

—Do you remember when you used to take me behind the pine trees and lift up my skirt? —Verónica whispered in my ear, her hot breath on my neck—. You were always on the edge. And I had so much fun with you.

A shiver ran down my spine.

—And you never held back, babe. You were a volcano.

Natalia didn’t fall behind. She came up on the other side, her voice rough from the alcohol and the closeness.

—I remember the nights in your car, at the lookout point. Your hands knew exactly where to touch. You used to bite my neck and I could barely breathe.

I turned toward her, my eyes fixed on hers.

—And you let me, you little slut. You asked for more, even if somebody might see us.

They both laughed, their voices blending together. The three of us danced, pressed close, remembering a past that suddenly didn’t seem all that far away. Alcohol and nostalgia wrapped us in a bubble of dirty arousal. It was insane, but a delicious kind of insane. Their hands touched me, their bodies pressed against mine, and the chemistry between us was undeniable.

In the middle of a slow dance, with my hands on Natalia’s hips and Verónica’s hand on my shoulder, Verónica pulled back a little. Her sparkling eyes looked at the two of us.

—Hey, how about we have the last drink somewhere quieter? My parents didn’t come this year, the house is empty, and I’ve got a bottle of something you’re going to love. What do you say?

***

Verónica’s house, even if it was technically her parents’ house, had that forbidden-place feeling that invites transgression. We went in; the music from the square was barely audible now. The silence, broken only by our breathing and the clink of glasses, was almost complicit. Verónica turned on some soft lights and set the perfect mood.

The tequila shots went down like water, and the conversation got more and more shameless. The initial jabs had turned into shared laughter, and the complicity between the two of them, with me in the middle, hung in the air. We traded stories and the three of us laughed; memory pulled us closer.

Verónica’s dark eyes settled on Natalia’s. Natalia went still, her blue ones locked on her. The air crackled. Verónica, without waiting for an answer, leaned in slowly, curved her lips into a smile, and lunged at Natalia, kissing her with unleashed passion.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene.

Verónica took Natalia’s face in both hands and their mouths joined in a deep, wet kiss, exploring every corner. Natalia, surprised at first, didn’t take long to respond with the same intensity. Her hands clutched Verónica’s waist, drawing her closer, and their bodies stuck together like magnets. Soft moans escaped their throats. The image was so hot I no longer knew where to put myself.

—What a mouth you have, you little minx —murmured Verónica, pulling back slightly, lips swollen and eyes shining.

Natalia looked at her, panting, and then searched for my eyes. A spark of challenge burned in them. I couldn’t take it anymore. The alcohol, the atmosphere, the sight of them both… my body was begging to join in.

I came up behind Natalia, my hands a little unsteady.

—Your tits always drove me crazy. —My hands settled over them, squeezing gently through the fabric of the dress—. Always at full attention, just like back in the old days.

Natalia let out a gasp and arched her back a little. Verónica, still pressed against her, smiled with pure lust.

—Aren’t you going to touch me too? —she asked, her voice turning into a purr that made my neck prickle.

I didn’t think twice. I let Natalia go and moved to Verónica, sliding my hands along her waist. Her hips fitted against mine and I felt the heat of her body.

—Of course I am. —My lips found hers and I kissed her with the same old fury.

Suddenly the three of us were standing, tangled in a chaotic embrace of bodies, lips, and tongues. Natalia’s hands slid down my back while Verónica’s sank into my hair. We were a knot of desire and caresses, mouths seeking, breaking apart to come together again, mixing the taste of tequila.

—I want you both, here, now —I said, my voice rough with arousal.

Clothes flew off in seconds. The three of us were left naked, breathing hard in the dim light. My hands explored every curve of Verónica and Natalia’s bodies, and theirs were no less busy, gripping me, scratching me, driving me insane.

We ended up on Verónica’s wide bed, a mess of tangled sheets. Me in the middle, Natalia on one side and Verónica on the other. The feeling of their warm bodies against mine was pure electricity.

—I’ve wanted to feel you again for so long —Verónica panted.

—We’re going to leave you dry between the two of us —Natalia moaned, nibbling my shoulder.

As so many times in the past, Verónica knelt in front of me and took me in her mouth slowly, without hurry. Natalia cut off my compliments by sitting on my face, and for a moment, while the two of them kissed over me, I thought I was in heaven.

Then they took turns, one working me with her tongue while the other kissed, until I had to stop them.

—Hold still, I’m about to come.

They both smiled wickedly.

—No chance! —Verónica cried, lying on her back against me and rubbing herself against me.

I held her by the hip and drew her in. Our bodies pressed together, sweaty.

—Come on, like when we were young.

Before I knew it, I was inside her, slowly, savoring the moment. Verónica rested her head between Natalia’s legs and started pleasuring her with an experience that had me going wild.

—How many times has this one been with me thinking of you? —Natalia said, holding Verónica’s head with both hands.

—I’m sure that thought turns you on —Verónica answered between gasps.

I sped up, gripping her hips, and every thrust pushed her harder against Natalia. Then we switched positions. I started with Natalia while she, awkward at first, dared to return the favor to Verónica. We all laughed at her shyness, and little by little she loosened up.

—I’m coming, don’t stop! —Natalia screamed.

Her legs trembled and she collapsed onto the mattress. I kept going to the end, holding her tight.

—That’s my boy! —Verónica praised me, giving me a slap on the ass—. Now it’s my turn.

She pushed me aside and climbed on top like an Amazon.

—Ready?

—I don’t know if I can last… I always used to lose it with you on top.

—Ha. Let’s see what happens.

She started riding me, her hands braced on my chest, moving her hips at a damn-near insane speed. Then I felt another hand: Natalia had recovered and was stroking us. The two of them kissed, and that only made Verónica go faster until the bed creaked.

—Stop, stop! —I begged while she finished with a cry.

She only stopped when the last spasms passed.

—Now it’s my turn —I said, standing on the bed—. Kiss each other!

Smiling, they obeyed. With a rough moan, I came on top of them, and Verónica turned back to Natalia to kiss her again, this time with renewed passion. They kissed hungrily, oblivious to the world, oblivious to me for a moment, in their own dance of desire.

And I, the king of the festival, was left in the middle, exhausted and happy, savoring the consequences of a night I hadn’t planned and would never forget. I fell asleep while they kept giving free rein to a passion that seemed to have no end.