The Couples Game That Ended with Lucía and My Friend

Things happened more or less like this.

Hugo called us one afternoon to invite us over to his place. He wanted to try some games with several couples, all trusted friends, and he’d like us to take part if things worked out. Lucía and I had already talked about something similar: trying it with people we were attracted to, if the opportunity ever came up. We’d said it in bed, laughing, like people planning a trip they never actually buy the tickets for.

—I like sleeping with you, you know that —she told me that same night—. But I don’t know if I like it because it’s you or because I’d like it with anyone. Fucking just to fuck, nothing else. Though I’m not sure it would be worth it, it would be missing the other thing. Does that make sense?

—It does —I answered—. But I’m sure you’d enjoy it. Close your eyes and imagine it’s whoever you want.

I slid my hand under her blouse and brushed her nipple with my thumb.

—And this? Do you like what it does to you?

—For now, yes —she murmured—. What else would you do to me?

—I’d touch you here —I moved my hand down her belly until I slipped it under her pants, which she wore tight—, and then I’d go in slowly. I’d search for you in a thousand ways. And you could try what I taste like, just to see it grow in your mouth.

—Sounds good —she said, and of course we ended up doing it.

I wanted to try too, though I couldn’t have explained why. We had doubts mixed with curiosity and no experience at all.

***

On the night of the get-together, there were four couples. Hugo opened with a speech about jealousy: he said the best way to beat it was to face it head-on, to feed it what it feared most, to prove that the world didn’t collapse because your partner enjoyed someone else. That it was exciting, too. There was no need for so much talk, because we all knew why we were there; maybe he was telling himself more than he was telling us.

—I want to show you a video —he announced—. And suggest we play it exactly as it is.

He switched on the computer he’d set up. On the screen, four girls were laughing and chatting in a Japanese studio while a host showed them signs we didn’t understand. The camera tilted down: four men lying there, covered from the waist up, anonymous, ready for them. One by one, the girls squatted beside the man assigned to her, took him in hand amid laughter, and then sat down on top of him. One of those absurd shows that only exist over there.

—This is what I’m proposing —said Hugo—. The boys lie down, their faces hidden. The girls choose, trying to avoid their own partners if they recognize them.

I don’t know why I didn’t bite my tongue.

—But the video isn’t over. What happens after that?

—The first part covers the fantasy of anonymity. The second is hotter —he skipped through the footage in jerks—. In the studio, nobody comes in the first round. After that, they pick just one couple, and those two finish for real while the rest watch. We could do it that way: nobody finishes the first time, and then we draw lots to see who stays in the center.

Bianca, his wife, let out a nervous laugh. Noelia bit her lip. Valeria, my best friend Adrián’s partner, looked at me a second too long.

—Although —Hugo added—, the ones fucking have to do it for real, like lovers. Imagine what the partners of the people in the center will feel. Jealous and horny as hell. Just thinking about it gets me hard.

We voted. That option won. I wanted it to be my turn, and I wanted it to be with Valeria.

***

We set everything up amid nervous laughter. We men lay down covered by sheets that hid our faces and chests. The girls came in once we were in place, so none of them knew whose turn it was or who was touching him. They had the advantage: if they recognized their own partner’s face, they could deduce who was fucking whom that night, even if not who was fucking them. Hugo suggested we should stroke ourselves so we’d be hard when they arrived.

—I’ve never seen so many firm erections in one place —I heard someone say, I think Bianca. More laughter.

I felt four hands pass over me one by one, taking stock. One of them lingered a little tenderly; I assumed it was Lucía, who knew my body by heart. I was second in line. When they positioned themselves, I thought I could make out my wife’s laughter taking hold of the first man in line, who knew he was Adrián. She, however, had no reason to recognize him; though maybe she guessed I was right next to him.

They started with their hands, synchronized, as if they’d talked it through. Then they bent down at the same time and took us in their mouths. I had no idea who was servicing me, and I liked imagining it was Valeria. My mind was split in two: the pleasure of that mouth and the certainty that Lucía’s was busy with Adrián. The fact that it was precisely him stirred something in me more than anything else.

Then they sat on top of us, facing our feet, just like in the video. I wanted again for it to be Valeria, now for even more reason. But from the firmness and the fullness, from the way she settled on me, I knew it was Bianca. She took me easily, gladly, and moved first back and forth and then up and down, bracing herself on my thighs. Hugo had set an alarm for three minutes. There wasn’t time for me to finish, nor for anyone else; that was the point.

During those minutes I heard Lucía’s sounds, guttural, different from the ones I knew from her. I wasn’t sure I liked them. But they turned me on.

When we pulled off the sheets, the girls had already grouped themselves to one side, so we couldn’t know for sure who had been on top of each of us. They did know: they’d watched us uncover ourselves.

***

—Now comes the best part, at least for whoever gets chosen! —Hugo announced, rubbing his hands together.

He took out a folded slip of paper with a number from one to four. Each of us knew his position. First the girl would raise her hand, then the boy. The one farthest to the left was one; the one on the right, four. I was two, paired with Bianca. Lucía and Adrián were one.

One came up.

Of course.

I was left a bit stunned. He’d already fucked her for a while, and now they were going to make love for real, as lovers, while the rest of us watched. And on top of that, it was my best friend. I’d never seen them even flirt; though inside, who knows, maybe the same thing was happening to them as to me with Valeria. Lucía looked at me and raised her hand. Adrián raised his after that, and looked at Valeria and me. We stepped aside to leave them the center. Before starting, the two of them had the decency to come over and kiss us.

They moved apart a little and spoke to each other, not very loudly, but we could hear them.

—Looks like we’re going to give each other some pleasure —said Lucía—. Feel like it with me?

—Very much. I’m glad it’s you I got. We tried it before, but I didn’t know it was you.

—And Diego and Valeria?

—It’s a game. They’ll understand. But you do want to, don’t you?

—Yes. I really want to.

She came over to me and brushed me with her hand.

—I love you. Don’t worry, it’s just a game —she told me quietly—. I like that it’s with Adrián. I’ll tell you about it later. Well, you’ll see it from the front row.

***

We grabbed chairs and sat close by. I could see them from the side. Lucía planted herself in front of him, looked him in the eyes and, after a moment’s hesitation, pulled off his T-shirt. Adrián was naked completely. She looked at us, gave a nervous laugh, and took off her own. Her breasts were small, almost flat, with nipples that stiffened just from being exposed. They had never been the prettiest breasts in the world, but they were hers, and it had taken me a while to convince her I liked them more than any others. I did. The skin, though, was paper-thin.

She took his cock in both hands. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but under the heat of her fingers it began to stiffen. She looked at us again, laughed once more, and knelt down. I thought she was going to use her mouth, but she pressed it between her breasts, pushing them together, and moved her body up and down a dozen times without taking her eyes off him. Then she aimed the tip at one nipple and then the other, and a shiny thread stayed stretched between them when she pulled away. She broke it with two fingers.

—If you keep that up, I’m going to come too soon —Hugo blurted out loud, looking at me—. I’m loving Lucía. Shame it wasn’t my turn.

Neither of them paid him any attention.

—You like it? —she asked him, spellbound.

—A lot.

He ran his index finger over her nipple and, noticing how delicate her skin was, slowly traced her belly and breasts just to feel her. I was horrified and yet as hard as he was. I had Valeria seated beside me, and I slid my finger over her nipple beneath her T-shirt, exactly as Adrián had just done. Maybe I should have asked permission, but she gave it to me without a second thought: she looked at me, smiled, and took off her T-shirt. Her breasts were fuller than Lucía’s, and she took my hand and pressed it against them. She ran her finger over me from bottom to top, and that calmed me a little. More relief for the soul than for the body. What I liked best about Valeria were her lips, full and red without needing anything, and her big almond-shaped eyes. I kissed her nipple. I liked doing it too much.

Lucía took him in her mouth, a dozen times, pulled away, looked at us —saw my hand on Valeria’s breast— and sank down again, now more slowly, licking him from top to bottom, stopping exactly where she knew he was most sensitive. I’d taught her that trick. She was giving him the feast more than he was giving it to her.

—I’m a little embarrassed that you’re watching me —she said, licking him again—, and turned on too. Do you like what we’re doing?

Nobody answered. We kept watching.

***

Lucía pushed Adrián down so he’d lie on his back, climbed on top of him and took him inside herself slowly, her face tight with pleasure. He closed his eyes.

—Ahhh, I like it —she moaned, looking more at Valeria than at me. I’m sure there was something like fear on my face.

—Pinch her nipples —I blurted out to him, because I knew how much that turned her on.

Adrián obeyed, without hurting her, just as Lucía liked. She straightened up, hands on his chest, and started moving up and down, moaning with almost every motion. Then she got on all fours and looked back to watch him enter her. Adrián knelt, first ran his tongue over her, then took her from behind, holding her by the waist. She turned her head and looked for Valeria and me again, and by then we were holding hands without really knowing when that had started.

That’s when I noticed him. His cock was shiny, completely ready, in a state I’ve only rarely seen in anyone other than myself. It wasn’t just hardness: it was urgency, concentrated desire, that state in which a body can only find release inside the other body that set it off. And that desire had been awakened by Lucía. Knowing what it feels like to go into the person who made you like that gave me a stab of jealousy unlike anything I’d felt all night.

He told her to lie down. Lucía stretched out, bent and spread her knees, and he positioned himself between her legs. When he entered her, she let out a cry, like a jolt. If before she’d looked at me asking permission or dedicating the scene to me, in that instant she ignored me completely. I’m sure she lost all awareness that I was nearby, watching.

That cry was the starting gun for others, groans of pleasure I’d rarely heard from her with me, and only on our very best nights. Adrián lunged at one of her breasts and then lay fully on top of her, bringing their bodies together, and kissed her. She answered him, wrapped her arms around his head, and I watched their tongues seek each other with a hunger that was hard for me to bear. In that moment I actually thought she might leave me for him.

Valeria, taking pity on my state or out of her own need, took me in her hand and started to squeeze. I understood that she was as desperate as I was, and I moved my hand to her sex. I’ll admit I loved touching her. I rubbed her until we both brushed the edge, and then she climbed on top, facing me, and slid me inside her. I felt her breasts against my chest, we pressed our open mouths together, and a little later we heard Lucía and Adrián break in an enormous orgasm. My head couldn’t take it anymore and I came with a kind of roar. Valeria couldn’t hold back either: she clenched, bounced on my thighs losing control, and let out a wrenching cry.

When I came back to myself, still inside her, I realized I had her ass gripped in both hands. The other couples had also shifted position. Lucía and Adrián were still kissing, still joined, but no longer moving.

***

After the party, the four of us left in my car: Adrián, Valeria, Lucía and me. Luckily, Lucía sat in the front passenger seat, as naturally as could be. We drove in silence until she broke it.

—So, “pinch her nipples,” huh? —And she lunged at my neck with a bite and a lick that ran through my whole body like a current.

—Did he pinch them well?

—Very well. Diego, this thing we did is a bit dangerous. I really liked it with Adrián; I suppose if you care about the person you’re with, everything feels more intense, and he was very tender. I also wanted to put on a bit of a show. Sorry, Valeria, but this needs to be said: I know you were with Diego, and I’m glad, though I imagine it wasn’t the same. We had more time.

—That’s true —Valeria answered from the back—, but in less time I really liked it with Diego, just so you know. Maybe ours wasn’t as much of a show as yours, but it ended up inside me all the same. I suppose you can imagine that.

—I’m glad. What I mean —Lucía turned to me— is that I want you, you know? And do you want me?

I took a while to answer.

—Even while that bastard was fucking you.

—Hey, leave my poor virtue alone —Adrián laughed—. It was a game everyone agreed to. I did what I had to do, and you would have done the same. In fact, you did. Of all of us here tonight, I’m the one who loves Lucía most after you. Be glad it was me; I would never have treated her badly.

—Relax, I’m not angry. And if I were, it wouldn’t be because of how you treated her, but because of how well you did it. Besides, I was with Valeria. I can’t complain. —I searched for her eyes in the rearview mirror.

—What I mean —Lucía went on— is that I’ve discovered I like this, besides with you. Something I suspected but didn’t know for sure. And, Diego, what I liked especially was that you watched me while I was doing it. I know it now, and precisely because I know it, maybe I’ll live more peacefully doing it only with you. Unless we ever get very bored. So I’m retiring from these stories. But before that…

She grabbed Adrián by the lapels he didn’t have and planted a kiss on him that ended with tongue.

—Pull over —ordered Valeria.

I stopped. She grabbed me the same way and kissed me the same way. I tasted those beautiful lips for a second time.

—Now we’re even —said Lucía, and started laughing. We all joined in.

My jealousy then showed itself in a strange way. Knowing I was going to go a little crazy, or precisely because of that, to prove we could withstand the test, I said:

—There’s another possible goodbye. A proper one, tonight. Lucía sleeps with Adrián, I sleep with Valeria, in separate rooms. No one has to say yes; only, if someone doesn’t want to, they just say no, and the idea is off.

There was a long silence.

—Okay —Lucía finally said—. It looks like everyone wants to. Let’s have a proper goodbye.