The Comment That Put Another Woman in Our Bed

Damn the hour I decided to open my mouth. I had been doing just fine, with no problems and no suspicions, with nothing to envy in anyone. And now look at me, turning over something I only said for the sake of saying it, unable to think about anything else.

I should have seen it coming. Lucía loves to play, and once an idea gets into her head, she doesn’t let it go. Even that first night we spent together, I was surprised by the intensity with which she threw herself into it, though back then I still didn’t know how far she was capable of taking things.

In the years we’ve been together, we’ve both always loved giving each other as much pleasure as possible, in whatever way we could think of. We’ve gone through every imaginable phase, from sex in public places with the fear of getting caught, to bondage games, within our limits. Neither of us is into real pain; she is a little, but not too much. We have a box of toys we make good use of. Compared with what I hear around me, ours is lucky. We’ve never stopped wanting each other, not angry and not tired. Damn the hour I opened my mouth.

Because I, despite having nothing to miss, fantasize, like everyone else. And always about the same thing. I’ve always liked the idea of seeing myself in a threesome, between two women who desired each other with the same intensity with which I desire them, and all three of us losing ourselves without shame.

One night, after fucking, with Lucía still catching her breath on my chest, I said it outright. I mentioned how much I’d like there to be another woman in bed with us someday. I blurted it out like that, without giving her a face, a body, or a name. Just the idea.

—Isn’t one woman enough for you anymore? —she asked teasingly, propping herself up on one elbow—. And what does the little lord want her to look like? Blonde, brunette, shaved? Tell me, what’s this woman you want to eat like?

—No, baby —I tried to wriggle out of it—. I’m just saying it; I don’t mean I need it. But don’t tell me you never imagine yourself with more people, just letting go.

—Of course I do, man. But I’m not asking for another cock just when I’ve come —she shot back, and pinched my side.

—You’re right, sorry. It was a crazy thought.

—Don’t apologize. I like it when you have fantasies. It turns me on.

I should have shut up there. Instead, I got cocky.

—Yeah? Then let’s find one we both like, if you think it’s that clear. I’m in —I said, half joking.

—Everything can be considered —she answered, and from her tone I knew it was no longer entirely a joke—. But not now. Right now, you selfish bastard, you’re going to finish what you started, because you’ve left me hanging. We’ll talk about the other thing if you behave.

I behaved. Did I ever behave. With her hands tugging my hair and the idea of a threesome circling through my head, I got hard again sooner than my body usually allows. That conversation had lit me up like nothing had in a long time.

***

We dropped the subject and never talked about it again. I took it as forgotten, one of those things that get said in bed and stay in bed. But Lucía never forgets. A couple of weeks later, she came home with a strange smile and sat down in front of me with her legs crossed.

—I have to tell you something —she said—. Don’t laugh.

She explained that she had met Marina, a friend of hers who works for an independent theater company, for coffee. One of Marina’s castmates, a woman named Daniela, had joined them. And according to Lucía, Daniela hadn’t stopped looking at her all afternoon.

—Can you believe she was blatantly coming on to me, right in front of Marina? —she told me, still flushed—. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. She kept eyeing me up and down every time I looked down at my coffee. Before they’d even served us, she was already telling me what she’d do to me if I let her. I told her I was married and happily so, and that only seemed to encourage her more. She asked about you, what you were like, whether you were jealous, what you liked in bed. Just like that, as if she were talking about the weather. In the end Marina got fed up and told her to leave me alone. But before we left she put this in my hand.

She took a wrinkled piece of paper from her bag. On it was a name, Daniela, and a phone number. “Call me whenever you want,” she had told her.

We talked about it for a while. Lucía kept insisting she was only telling me because she found it funny, but it was obvious that the other woman’s shamelessness had shaken her. I asked her to describe Daniela, because I was already getting hot and had no idea what face to give the damn woman.

—Well, she’s… different from me —she said, searching for the words—. She’s got wide hips, big tits, dark hair. Short. Really long lashes and a mouth I can’t even explain. And a laugh that catches. I don’t know if she’s your type, but I liked her.

—And you only liked her? —I asked, though I already guessed the answer.

—I don’t know. Since you told me the other day… —she began, biting her lip—. I’ve spent two weeks thinking about what it would be like. And honestly, with her I could. I’m not afraid, because she’s too crazy for you to fall in love with someone like that. That’s what I’d handle worst, you know? You falling in love with someone else and leaving me.

—I’m not leaving you even if you throw me out —I said, and I meant it—. And if this makes you feel insecure, we forget about it right now. I don’t need any of this.

—What are you talking about. I’m telling you, she’s nuts, you wouldn’t put up with someone like that for a week. But you’d definitely like looking at her. She’s gorgeous, and young. Look.

She ran for the laptop without waiting for my answer. In a minute we had Daniela’s profile in front of us: on the beach, on a terrace, backstage, posing with a ton of people. The girl knew she looked good and wanted to be looked at, as a good actress should. And yes, she was gorgeous. Every photo was crowned by that huge mouth and that smile that made her eyes narrow. She wasn’t my type, nowhere near my wife’s slim, lithe body, but she had something irresistible about her. Another kind of beauty. A shameless beauty.

—She’s very pretty —I admitted—. But do you actually like her?

—You know women aren’t my thing —she replied—. But I find her exciting. So bold, so hot. Since I met her I haven’t stopped imagining her between my legs, because she made it very clear that that’s exactly what she wants. And I picture you watching us, and I get turned on like crazy.

As she spoke, I got hotter and hotter. Now it was me imagining her between my wife’s legs, me between hers, shaping in my head a scene that a little while ago didn’t even exist.

—Should we call her and meet her? —she suggested, as if nothing—. Just to meet her. No commitment. And we’ll see what happens.

That’s when panic hit me. Fantasizing out loud was one thing; having it one message away was something very different.

—I don’t know… —I said, suddenly scared.

—Come on, if the two of us start acting prim and proper we won’t get anywhere —she cut in—. We message her, see what she’s after, and we’re not obligated to anything. Didn’t you want another cunt? Well, maybe you’ve got one. And, just so you know, right now I’m soaking wet.

***

She didn’t dare call; embarrassment got the better of her. But she wrote to her on the same social network where we had been gawking at the photos. “Hi, how are you? I’m Lucía, Marina’s friend.” Cold, cautious.

Daniela took half a minute to reply. She must have been online.

“Hi, gorgeous. I was already thinking you’d never write to me. What are you doing?”

We looked at each other, chilled. We hadn’t expected it all to happen so fast.

—Tell her you’re with me, see what she does —I suggested.

—Wait. Let’s see where she goes with it —she stopped me, and typed: “Nothing, wasting time on my phone. And you?”

“Same here, looking for you. Since I met you I haven’t thought about anything else.”

—See what I mean? She doesn’t hold back an inch —Lucía said, half scandalized, half laughing.

“Are you alone?” Daniela wrote.

—Fuck, she is going straight for it —I blurted—. Tell her you’re with your husband, but that your husband doesn’t know a thing.

“No,” Lucía replied, “I’m with my husband. Watching TV.” “I’ve already seen him in your photos. He’s hot, isn’t he? You’re lucky, bitch.” A rather stupid kind of pride surged through me, and I told Lucía to let her know her husband was also very well endowed.

—How am I supposed to say that? —she protested.

—If she’s going all out, play along —I urged her—. You’ll see her spit out something filthy.

—Alright, you’re right. Let’s get her worked up.

“I can’t complain. He’s a good guy and he’s got something worth bragging about,” she wrote. The answer came instantly: “Oh, you witch! No wonder you blew me off the other day. But what you don’t know is everything I can do to you, my love. Have you ever been with a woman? I guarantee no man will make you feel what I can.”

—Keep going —I said, already completely in it.

It took us a while to agree on a reply without revealing that I was reading every word. “Yes, once, a long time ago. I was very young and neither of us really knew what to do, but it was good. Sometimes I think about it and get hungry.”

“Well, I’m getting hungry right now. I want to see you,” she answered, bluntly.

We decided to play the guilt card. “You’re very direct. I couldn’t cheat on my husband.” “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t like it, I saw it in your eyes.” “You see what you want to see.” “What I want is to see you. Your husband doesn’t need to know. This is between us.”

“Shut up, you lunatic, how could I do that to him when he’s so good to me?” we typed. “Call me,” she said suddenly. “I want to hear your voice. I’m getting sick just thinking about it.”

“I can’t, he’s right here,” Lucía lied. “Go into another room. Tell me you like me, I want to hear it.”

I was dying for her to call her. I wanted to hear that voice that was building an entire movie in my head. Another erection was pushing at the fabric of my pajama pants and I couldn’t take it anymore. I led Lucía to the living room table, set the laptop down at the far end so she could keep reading, and knelt behind her. She was truly wet, dripping. Leaning over the table, ass in the air, she let herself be licked and caressed without stopping looking at the screen.

“I can’t, he’d hear me,” she typed again with clumsy fingers. “But tell me, what are those things a man wouldn’t do to me and you would?” “I don’t want to tell you them, I want to do them to you. I’m touching myself. I just need your voice. Call me, please, I want to come with you.”

I asked her to call and tell her I’d gone into the shower. I wanted to take her silently while they talked. Lucía dialed, her pulse trembling.

—Hello —she said when the other woman picked up—. My husband’s gone into the shower.

She put it on speaker. At last I could hear her. Daniela had a warm, low voice, or at least that’s how it seemed to me in that state. I breathed slowly while I worked my way into my wife little by little, with slow movements, giving her time, waiting to go all the way in just as the other woman’s voice came through too.

—Are you touching yourself? —Daniela asked without beating around the bush—. I can hear you breathing weird, you’re driving me wild. I’m almost there. Wait for me, I want us to come together.

—You wait for me —Lucía panted, no longer bothering to hide it—. I’m almost there too.

We kept at it, all three of us, though I had to swallow every sound. I don’t know who was more lost, but it was probably me. Imagining that woman I only knew from a few pictures fingering herself to the sound of my wife’s voice was driving me insane.

From the other end of the line came faster and faster breathing, little “yes, yes” between the moans. And then, beside herself, Daniela shouted:

—I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you!

Lucía broke. My thrusts grew harder and I knew she was going to come right away.

—Come! Come with me! —she screamed into the phone.

A long, rough sound came from the other end. We all came at once. I nearly choked trying to hold mine in.

I pulled away as soon as I finished so I could breathe without her hearing me. From the couple of steps I moved away, I could see the wet trail running down Lucía’s legs.

***

The conversation between them went on. Daniela kept repeating that she needed to see her, that she knew Lucía wanted her as much as she did, that they couldn’t let something like this slip away. Lucía, while she spoke, spread my wetness over her skin with her hand, not quite coming down all the way.

—Alright —she said suddenly, and my heart stopped—. When and where? I want to see you too. I want to feel your body, taste it and have you taste mine.

I’ll never know whether she was acting or had truly been turned on that far. I watched her, unable to take my hand off my spent cock, already thinking about what came next. The images of the two of them tangled over me, their mouths, our bodies, all of it, were driving me mad. I had to see it. And if she didn’t want me to take part, I’d settle for watching them hidden like a kid while my wife gave herself to that stranger with the easy laugh and impossible mouth.

They set a date for the weekend. When she hung up, Lucía left the phone on the table and turned to me with a new calm.

—And what are we going to do now? —I asked.

—You, I don’t know. Me, fuck her —she replied, with a boldness I didn’t know she had.

That other woman’s brazenness was rubbing off on her and they still hadn’t even touched. For some reason, that answer drove me out of my mind. With my cock in my hand again, regaining a firmness I hadn’t expected at that hour of the night, I asked her, almost begged her, not to leave me out.

Lucía looked at my new erection with curiosity and laughed.

—Again? Well, threesomes really do get you going —she said, holding out her hand—. Come here, you two have left me filthy.

While she stroked me slowly, she began whispering in my ear everything the situation was doing to her: wanting to see me between the two of them, to feel me inside while Daniela made her lose her mind, to offer me a place the other woman couldn’t enjoy. And as a preview of what was to come, she bent over the back of the sofa again and guided me herself, asking me not to hold back.

Standing behind her again, I took her with hair-pulling tugs while she touched herself and moaned. When she was on the edge, she screamed into the void, imagining Daniela taking her orgasm in her mouth. I came for the third time in an hour. First my legs shook, then they gave out, and I fell to the floor helpless. Lucía collapsed beside me, and wrapped together on the rug, we fell asleep.

Damn the hour I opened my mouth. There were three days left until the weekend, and I already knew I wasn’t going to sleep a wink in any of them.