The Friend We Invited into Our Bed That Night

The afternoon invited confidences. Carla and Noelia were sitting on their usual terrace, the one where the traffic noise became a background hum that guaranteed a certain intimacy. After the usual subjects, my wife’s voice dropped a tone and grew denser, more private.

—Noelia, I have to tell you something, but it stays between us, understood? It’s just that… Diego is obsessed with an idea —Carla blurted out, playing with the rim of her cup.

Noelia leaned forward, curiosity alight in her eyes. Carla sighed and continued, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

—When we’re fucking, he talks to me about things… he asks me to imagine there’s another guy with us. Or that I’m getting it on with someone else while he watches. He tells me about it in such detail that it leaves me breathless. He whispers how another man would fuck me, how he’d spread my legs, how he’d fill my pussy while he watched me suck him off. At first it shocked me, but the truth is, it turns me on like crazy. Listening to him while he rubs my clit and fingers me makes my pulse race in a way you can’t imagine. I come like a madwoman, Noelia, screaming filthy things I can’t believe afterward.

Noelia listened, fascinated, barely blinking. Carla, feeling safe beneath her friend’s gaze, unloaded the weight of her doubts.

—But I have a dilemma. On the one hand, I’m dying to know what it feels like to have another cock inside me, another mouth sucking my tits, another weight on top of me. If I were single, I wouldn’t think twice. But I’m with him. And even though he’s the one suggesting it, I’m terrified that if we actually do it, he’ll look at me differently afterward. What if he gets angry? What if he stops loving me because he thinks I’m a slut? In the fantasy, everything is perfect, but taking the step is another level entirely. It means going from words to something there’s no turning back from.

What Carla didn’t know was that, while baring her fears, she was handing her friend the key to our intimacy. And Noelia, although she nodded sympathetically, was already storing every word away to tell her boyfriend, Rubén, between the sheets that very night.

***

The atmosphere at Noelia and Rubén’s home was relaxed. They were in bed, with the warm light from the bedside lamps creating a confessional atmosphere. Noelia turned toward him with that spark in her eyes he knew by heart: the sign that she had an exclusive.

—Rubén, you have no idea what I found out this afternoon —she began, with a mischievous smile—. The good kind of gossip.

Rubén set his phone aside and looked at her, pretending to be moderately curious so she would spill the rest.

—But don’t tell anyone, okay? —Noelia warned, lowering her voice and moving close to his ear—. It’s really wild, and Carla made me promise not to say a word. I’m telling you because you’re my boyfriend and we trust each other. It turns out Carla and Diego have some seriously crazy fantasies. He likes imagining her fucking other guys while they’re together, and he tells her all about it in her ear while he fucks her! And the wildest part is that she loves it. She says it turns her on like crazy and she comes in floods, but she’s terrified of really doing it in case he gets angry or sees her as a whore. They’re at that point where desire is burning their pussies and cocks, but they don’t dare take the next step.

Noelia laughed, thinking about how curious her friends were. She didn’t notice that Rubén, behind his feigned look of surprise, was analyzing every detail: Carla’s fear, my desire, and above all, the door he had just discovered. In his mind, the image of our couple changed in an instant. We were no longer friends to go out to dinner with. We were an opportunity.

***

A couple of weeks later, the four of us arranged to have dinner at their place. The atmosphere was the usual one: laughter, wine, and anecdotes. But Rubén, with the information burning inside him, had no intention of forcing anything. He was only going to plant a seed.

At one point, the conversation turned to news about a celebrity couple who were in an open relationship. Noelia made a skeptical comment, but Rubén, calmly pouring more wine, joined in with astonishing naturalness.

—I don’t know, Noelia —he said, resting his elbows on the table—. I think a couple’s maturity lies in being able to talk about everything. Some people think sex belongs to the other person, whereas I see it more as an experience. If there’s complete trust and respect, what does it matter if a third person enters the picture, if it enriches the two of them’s intimacy?

He looked at Carla and me with a clear expression, without a trace of ulterior motive.

—I’ve always said that, if I ever found myself in a situation like that, what would matter to me would be loyalty, not exclusivity. Fucking is just fucking. A good friendship with intimacy—that’s what really matters. If you can have both things with someone you trust, without drama, that seems like the ideal of freedom to me.

There were no sidelong glances or knowing smiles. He delivered it like someone offering an opinion about a movie. But to us, those words resonated like silent thunder. Carla and I looked at each other for an instant, thinking the same thing: Rubén thinks the same way we do.

Noelia burst out laughing and brushed the subject aside.

—We already know you’re very liberal, Rubén, especially considering how jealous you are of me —she said ironically.

Dinner continued with other subjects, and he didn’t bring it up again. He acted like the same attentive, amusing, companionable host as always. But his words remained suspended in the air. As we left, already in the car, Carla remarked casually, as though it were nothing.

—What Rubén said was interesting, wasn’t it? I had no idea he was so open-minded. He seems like a grounded guy, the kind who knows how to keep things separate.

—Yeah —I replied, shifting gears—. He’s a good guy. It’s nice that there are people who aren’t shocked by anything.

And that was that. No plans, no hidden intentions on our part. But Rubén, in his mind, knew he had achieved the hardest thing: he had stopped being the friend’s boyfriend and become someone who shared our wavelength.

***

A few weeks later, the perfect opportunity arose, entirely by chance. Noelia left for a weekend because of a family commitment, and Rubén was left alone. Maintaining his role as the carefree friend, he called to ask whether we felt like having dinner at his place so he wouldn’t be alone.

The evening was very different from the previous one. Without Noelia, who usually dominated the conversation with her jokes, the atmosphere became slower, more adult. The three of us were in the living room, with soft music playing in the background and glasses of wine in our hands. Rubén shared stories about his travels and his way of understanding life. At one point, the conversation once again brushed against personal matters.

—You know? —he said, looking at the wine in his glass—. I like spending time like this with you. I feel I don’t have to pretend to be the perfect boyfriend Noelia expects. She’s fantastic, but sometimes she has trouble understanding that someone can be loyal and, at the same time, have a mind that reaches beyond convention.

Carla listened, growing more comfortable by the minute. Rubén continued, addressing both of us.

—Sometimes I think people make their lives complicated with secrets. If you have real friends, the kind who don’t judge, everything is easier. I value discretion above all else. Whatever happens between trusted friends stays there.

It wasn’t a proposition; it was a declaration of principles. But Carla, perhaps loosened up a little by the wine, said something that broke the ice.

—That’s true, Rubén. Sometimes Diego and I talk about things we wouldn’t tell Noelia even as a joke. She’s great, but she’s more traditional than she seems.

Rubén smiled warmly and looked us in the eyes. Inside, he knew she was lying: Noelia had already told him everything. But he couldn’t say so without wrecking his own plan.

—Absolutely. Some things are shared only with people who are on your wavelength. And I think the three of us share it. You can count on me for anything. Your secret is safe with me: I’m a locked box, I promise.

At that moment I felt the air in the living room change. Rubén was offering us, apparently asking nothing in return, his silence and understanding. He didn’t know our secret, but we felt we were about to find the one person capable of understanding our fantasies without judging us.

On the drive home, the silence in the car wasn’t awkward; it was charged with excitement. I was driving, and Carla gazed pensively out the window.

—Can you imagine it? —she suddenly blurted out without looking at me—. Someone like Rubén. Someone we already know, discreet, who thinks exactly as we do about freedom.

She didn’t need to clarify what she meant. The idea of including a third person had stopped being an abstract image and acquired a familiar face.

***

A few days passed before we met again. Rubén invited us to try a wine he had just bought. Once again, Noelia was working late. Sitting in his living room, the barrier of modesty finally crumbled. After a couple of glasses, Carla looked at me for approval and turned toward him.

—Rubén… the other day you said you were a locked box —she began, her voice trembling slightly with a mixture of nerves and desire—. Diego and I have talked a lot about that. About what you said regarding secret intimacy.

Rubén gently set down his glass and leaned toward us, erasing the distance. His gaze was pure attention, without judgment.

—I meant it, Carla. I know there are things that weigh on you if you keep them to yourself. And I know the two of you have a special connection. If there’s something you want to share, or something I can do to help you feel freer, I’m here. There are no taboos between us, remember?

Then I spoke, my heart pounding against my chest.

—Sometimes we fantasize about… including someone. Bringing another guy into bed. Someone we trust completely, who’ll fuck her properly while I watch, who knows how to separate sex from friendship and who’ll keep the secret above all else.

Rubén wasn’t surprised, though inside he was celebrating that his plan had worked. He merely smiled with a mixture of tenderness and confidence.

—I understand. And let me tell you something: it’s a blessing to have that kind of clarity. If you ever decide to take the step, that third person has to be someone who respects you and values your secret as much as his own life. I, for example —he added, lowering his voice almost to a whisper— would never be able to tell anyone something like that. If I were that person, Noelia would never suspect a thing. Just fucking, with no complications, for the three of us to enjoy. It’s not that I’m interested in the slightest, and I’d never considered it, but, looking at it another way, it seems someone like me has what you’re looking for. What a coincidence, huh?

The silence that followed wasn’t tense, but dense, charged with an excitement that could have been cut with a knife. The coincidence he mentioned hovered over the table like a gift-wrapped invitation.

Carla looked at me. Her eyes shone with a mixture of fear of the forbidden and a desire she could barely contain. When she saw that I wasn’t backing away, she looked at him again.

—That’s exactly it, Rubén. What scares us isn’t the act itself, but the consequences. But listening to you, it seems so easy, so safe.

He took a sip, watching us over the rim of his glass with an air of absolute control.

—It’s easy if you use your head. Look, if I were that candidate, nothing would change outside these walls. Tomorrow we’d have dinner with Noelia, talk about anything at all, and nobody would notice a thing. That’s true freedom: having a secret life that makes you vibrate while the world keeps turning as though nothing had happened.

He rose calmly to put on more music, but as he passed beside us, he placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on Carla’s, only for a second. The contact broke the last barrier of ice.

—There’s no rush —he whispered—. But if you decide to find out what that freedom with me feels like, all you have to do is tell me. I’ve already given you my word.

***

The idea kept circling in our heads. One Saturday, almost without planning it, Carla and I ended up in a large furniture store. Walking through the aisles filled with staged bedrooms made us feel as though we were choosing the set for a movie we were finally going to shoot.

—I like that bed —Carla said, pointing to one with a solid, spacious frame—. And we need the matching nightstands.

As we loaded the boxes into the car, I already knew I didn’t want to assemble it alone. That was when she called Noelia on speakerphone.

—Hey, we bought a bed and some furniture, and we’re stuck with all the boxes. Do you think Rubén could come help us? Diego’s good at this, but the two of them will finish sooner.

—Of course, girl! —Noelia replied with a laugh—. Let him go, let him go. That way he’ll do something useful.

When Rubén arrived, he brought his toolbox and the calm smile of a discreet man. But as soon as I closed the door, the atmosphere changed completely. We were no longer in his living room. He was in ours, on our territory.

—Well —he said, setting the tools on the floor and looking at us with a new depth—, where’s this famous bed that needs assembling?

We went upstairs to the bedroom. We began working amid sweat, half-read instructions, and the sound of metal against wood. Rubén took off his shirt to be more comfortable, and I couldn’t help noticing how Carla swallowed every time she handed him a screw, her eyes fixed on the bulge showing through his jeans. I was looking too. His body, more defined than his clothes let on, gave substance to all the fantasies I had whispered to my wife in the dark.

The assembly helped break down our embarrassment. Amid jokes, our hands began brushing against his as we held a board. When we finished the frame and placed the mattress, the three of us remained standing, contemplating the result. The bedroom was in semidarkness, lit only by the light from the hallway.

—There we go —Rubén murmured, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm—. Ready for use.

He sat on the edge of the brand-new bed and patted the mattress, inviting us over. Carla sat on his right and I on his left. The silence was no longer uncertain; it was pure anticipation.

—Remember what we said about freedom? —he asked, lowering his voice—. We’re alone. Noelia thinks I’m tightening screws. Now it’s up to you whether this bed becomes something more than a new piece of furniture.

Carla sought my eyes, asking for the final confirmation. I placed one hand on her knee and, with the other, touched Rubén’s shoulder. At that moment the last trace of shame disappeared, leaving only the desire to see that third man we had imagined so often finally begin touching my wife.

***

I decided I was the one who had to take the first step. I leaned toward Carla and kissed her, slowly and deeply. She responded immediately, sliding her tongue all the way into my mouth with a muffled moan. Without releasing her lips, I stretched out my right hand and found Rubén’s, resting on the mattress. I slowly guided it to Carla’s thigh, beneath her skirt. I felt a slight tremor in his fingers, a split second of surprise, but the moment his palm touched the bare skin of her inner thigh, his attitude changed. He was no longer the friend helping with furniture. He was the man accepting the offer.

His hand climbed without hesitation to Carla’s panties. She let out a long moan against my lips when she felt unfamiliar fingers brushing the soaked fabric. Rubén pulled the elastic aside and plunged two fingers straight into her pussy.

—Fuck, look at her —he murmured hoarsely, pulling out fingers glistening with her juices—. She’s dripping.

I drew back only a few inches to look into her eyes, then looked at him.

—This is what we wanted —I said hoarsely—. No secrets between the three of us, while the entire world outside remains unaware.

Rubén nodded, his gaze dark and determined. He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked them slowly, looking Carla in the eyes.

—Tastes like heaven —he said—. Like a married woman’s pussy.

Carla shuddered from head to toe. I tore open her blouse, sending the buttons flying, and undid her bra with two fingers. Her tits fell free, her nipples so hard they looked ready to burst. Rubén wasted no time: he lunged at one of them, sucking greedily, biting it and tugging with his teeth while his other hand kept working between her legs.

Seeing another man’s hands and mouth on my wife’s body, in our own bed and with my approval, filled me with a sense of power and excitement I had never felt before. The fantasy had just died, giving way to something far more intense. My cock grew so hard it hurt inside my trousers.

—Take a good look, Carla —I whispered in her ear as I yanked down her skirt and panties, leaving her completely naked—. This is what we imagined. Another guy sucking your tits and fingering your pussy while I watch.

She fell back onto the new mattress, her legs spread wide, her shaved, glistening pussy offered shamelessly beneath the lamp. I undid my belt and lowered my trousers so she could see that I was out of control too, my cock springing hard against my stomach.

—Give him the welcome he deserves —I told her—. Suck him the way you suck me.

She didn’t hesitate. She slid down until she was kneeling between Rubén’s legs. He threw back his head and let out a moan when she, with a look of pure desire, undid his trousers and freed his cock. It was thick, dark with blood, with a purple head and a drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip. Carla licked her lips before taking it in both hands, mentally comparing it with mine, measuring it with her fingers.

—You’ve got a huge cock —she panted, closing her fist around the shaft—. Diego, look at Rubén’s cock.

She kissed the tip first, gathering the drop with her tongue. Then she licked the head in circles, spat on the shaft, and began stroking him with both hands while sucking him. He gently took hold of her hair to set the rhythm. Carla opened her mouth and took him all the way in, making that wet throat sound that turned me on so much. She gagged, drooled in streams, pulled away coughing with tears in her eyes, then took him back into her mouth.

Watching my wife, the same woman who had breakfast with Noelia, swallowing her friend’s boyfriend’s cock with such abandon, spittle spilling from the corners of her mouth, mascara running and her nipples bouncing with every thrust, made me explode inside. Rubén began moving his hips in short thrusts against her mouth, fucking her standing up while she swallowed and drooled.

—What a filthy slut you are, Carla —he growled, squeezing her cheeks to make her open wider—. You suck it so well. No wonder Diego is so happy.

—It tastes different —she managed to say when she pulled away for a second, her lips shining and a thread of saliva hanging from her chin down to her breast—. It tastes like someone else. Saltier, stronger.

She took him back into her mouth, now cupping his balls with one hand and gently squeezing them while touching her clitoris with the other. I knelt behind her and pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind. She was soaked, a warm pool running down my wrist.

—Rubén… —she whispered, wrapping her hands around him again—, can you come twice? Because I’m dying to feel the first one right now, in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum before you fuck me.

He gave a hoarse, self-satisfied laugh and looked at me as if asking permission. I could only nod, fascinated by the scene, my fingers still inside her.

—Don’t worry about that —he replied, gripping her hair more firmly and pushing himself in until his balls touched her—. I’ve got plenty for you. I’m going to fill your mouth, and then I’ll fill your pussy. And if you push me, your ass too.

Carla moaned with her mouth full at that and surrendered with animal urgency. I knelt beside her, holding her tits in both hands and pinching her nipples as I watched her swallow our friend. The sound was dirty and constant, splashes of saliva and suppressed gags filling the bedroom. Rubén panted harder and harder, arching his back, the veins in his neck standing out.

—I’m coming —he groaned—. I’m coming, fuck, don’t stop, swallow.

She didn’t pull away. She opened her mouth and received everything, jet after jet, swallowing forcefully over and over without wasting a drop. I watched her swallow five or six times, her Adam’s apple rising and falling. When she finally pulled away, panting, the corner of her lips was smeared, with a white thread falling from her chin to her chest.

—It’s hot —she told me, using her fingers to gather it and bring it to her mouth—. It tastes like him. Thick. So much cum, Diego. He filled my whole throat.

Just as he had promised, Rubén didn’t soften. His erection remained firm, glistening with saliva and semen, demanding its place.

—You’ve had your appetizer —he said, lifting her by the waist to lay her on the mattress—. Now it’s your turn. Diego, hold her legs. Open her up properly.

He left her on her back, her ass right at the edge of the bed. I grabbed her ankles and lifted them until they were almost beside her ears, leaving her completely exposed: her pussy open like a wet flower, her puckered asshole just beneath it, everything glistening with her juices. Rubén licked his lips at the sight.

—Fuck, what a pussy you have, Carla. Look how it shines.

He spat on his cock, took hold of it, and rubbed it over her lips, up and down, striking her clitoris with the head. She moaned and shook her hips, searching for it.

—Put it in already, please —she begged—. I can’t take any more. Put it all the way in.

—Ask properly.

—Put it in, Rubén. Fuck me. Put that cock in my pussy, please.

He positioned himself and thrust once, driving all the way in until his balls struck my wife’s ass.

Carla’s body slid across the mattress from the force of the blow. She closed her eyes, and a long cry, halfway between pleasure and bewilderment, escaped her throat.

—Aaah, fuck! Diego! Are you seeing how it’s going in? —she panted, searching for something to hold on to—. It’s huge, it’s reaching all the way inside me!

I didn’t release her ankles. I kept her open, exposing her entirely to the lamplight. Rubén began pumping with a savage rhythm, with no intention of being gentle, sweat dripping onto my wife’s stomach, his balls striking rhythmically against her perineum and asshole. Every thrust produced an obscene slapping sound, the unmistakable noise of a cock entering and leaving a waterlogged pussy.

—Harder, Rubén —I urged in his ear—. Fuck her harder. Make her feel that today she’s the woman surrendering to her friend’s boyfriend. Break her pussy open.

He gripped her waist and lifted her ass so every thrust would reach deeper, fucking her almost standing up while I held her legs. Carla was in a trance, her head rolling from side to side on the pillow, her hair disheveled, spewing filthy words, begging him not to stop, grabbing her tits and pinching her own nipples.

—Give me more! —she screamed, the veins in her neck standing out—. Diego, look at how he’s fucking me! Look at your friend fucking me! This is more than we imagined! More, Rubén, harder, break me!

—Take it, slut, take it —he panted, sweating heavily—. This is what you wanted, right? Another cock for you. Your husband’s friend’s cock buried in your married pussy.

They changed positions without breaking their connection. Rubén turned her over on the mattress and put her on all fours, her ass raised and her face buried in the pillow, then plunged into her again from behind in a single thrust. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, spreading them apart, and began fucking her doggy-style, with sharp thrusts that made the newly assembled bed tremble. Each blow sent Carla’s hanging tits bouncing. I knelt in front of her and brought my cock to her mouth. She sucked it without hesitation, first tasting herself in the air, swallowing my head all the way down while Rubén drove into her from behind.

—That’s it, my love —I told her, holding her head—. Suck mine while the other man fucks you. Double portion.

She moaned around my cock, eyes rolled back, moving her ass backward to take each thrust better. In our own bed, the one we had chosen with such domestic excitement, my friend possessed my wife from behind while I put my cock in her mouth, and far from feeling jealous, I reveled in every movement. That desire burned inside me. Watching wasn’t enough.

I pulled out of her mouth and positioned myself beside them again. Rubén understood the signal, laid Carla on the mattress, and turned her onto her back once more. I slid my hand downward and, with a determination I hadn’t known I possessed, sank one finger into her, right beside Rubén, while he continued thrusting.

I felt the heat, the wetness, and the direct friction of him moving rapidly up and down. With every thrust, his flesh pressed my finger against the inner walls of my wife. Carla’s pussy was so open and soaked that my finger slipped in beside his cock without the slightest resistance.

Carla jerked, arching her back, a moan escaping her that mixed astonishment and pleasure.

—Diego! —she shouted, breathless—. What are you doing to me? Are you putting a finger in me… with him inside? I’m full, fuck, I’m completely full!

A depraved laugh escaped her as her muscles contracted, trapping us both. I inserted a second finger, then a third.

—It’s too much! You’re filling me between the two of you! —she shrieked, turning her head toward me with a vacant gaze—. You’re going to split me in two!

Rubén didn’t stop when he felt my hand. He sped up even more, fucking her while my fingers caressed his cock from inside my wife’s pussy.

—That’s it, Diego! —he roared, drenched in sweat—. Let her feel what it’s really like! Let her feel both of us at once!

It was an indescribable sensation: feeling the other man’s pulse beneath my own fingers, the thickness of his cock sliding against them, the hot wetness of my wife’s pussy enveloping us, while she dissolved into moans. The intimacy he had promised us had become something physical, wet, limitless. With my other hand I rubbed her swollen clitoris in quick circles, and Carla came with a sharp cry, arching her whole body and squeezing her pussy in violent spasms that made Rubén groan.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming! —she howled—. Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!

When he could hold back no longer, Rubén gripped her thighs and drove all the way in, remaining buried. I didn’t withdraw my hand. Beneath my fingertips I felt him pulse as he came for the second time, hot jets emptying inside my wife. Carla let out a long shriek, her body shaken by contractions so violent they nearly pushed me away, coming again when she felt the hot semen flooding her from within.

—I can feel it inside me! —she screamed, out of her mind—. He’s filling me completely! Diego, he’s shooting inside me!

Rubén collapsed on top of her, exhausted, still throbbing. When he finally withdrew, his cock came out with a wet sound, and at once a thick strand of semen began running from Carla’s pussy, sliding between her folds to the cleft of her ass and dripping onto the sheet. I slowly removed my hand, my fingers soaked with a mixture of her juices and another man’s semen.

I brought my fingers to Carla’s face, and she, rising onto her elbows with her hair disheveled, didn’t wait. She opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around them.

—It’s still hot —she moaned as she cleaned each finger one by one, sucking them all the way down—. It tastes like what we just did. It tastes like him and me mixed together.

Without letting her recover, I climbed on top of her. My cock had been demanding its turn for half an hour. I sank into her pussy, soaked with the other man’s semen, and it was like sliding into a warm, slippery glove. I had never felt her so loose, so wet, so thoroughly fucked.

—Diego —she panted, spreading her legs for me—, you’re fucking me on top of what he left inside me. Can you feel it coming out while you put it in?

I could. Every thrust forced Rubén’s semen out around the sides, sliding between our stomachs. That sensation, of gathering up what he had left behind, was what made me explode after barely four strokes. I came inside her, mixing my cum with his, with an animal grunt, while Rubén watched us from the edge of the bed, still panting, wearing the satisfied smile of someone who had won the game.

***

Rubén pulled away with a lazy movement, though he had never been entirely separate from us. He sat on the edge of the bed, catching his breath and looking at Carla, who remained lying there, sated on the new sheets, her legs still spread and her pussy dripping with the semen of two men.

—I told you —he murmured, returning to his measured tone—. Discretion is what allows this to be so intense. No one outside this room will ever imagine what happened here.

He dressed without hurrying. Before leaving, he kissed Carla gently on the forehead, a strangely tender gesture after fucking her like an animal, and shook my hand firmly—the same hand with which I had been touching his cock inside my wife.

—We’re having dinner with Noelia tomorrow, remember? —he added with a knowing smile—. She’ll ask how the assembly went. Behave yourselves.

When I closed the door, the silence in the house was almost deafening. I returned to the bedroom. Carla had sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the inside of her thighs, where semen was still running down her skin, which gleamed with the evidence of sex.

—Diego… —she called me in a broken voice—, I don’t have the words. The way you looked at me while he fucked me… I felt how much you love me. You enjoyed watching me, without anger, your cock hard, touching me with him inside me. That’s what completely set me free. I’ve never come so many times in a row.

I sat beside her and embraced her, feeling her body still warm and sweaty. We were exhausted, but our minds were racing. We had broken every rule, and the sense of power was intoxicating.

—Tomorrow will be the best part —I whispered—. When we see Noelia kiss Rubén, we’ll know something she’ll never know. We’ll know what her boyfriend tastes like… and that, in part, he belongs to us too.

Carla nestled against me, smiling, one hand sliding toward my crotch again. The game had only just begun. The locked box had been opened, and we no longer wanted to lock it again.