The Labyrinth Where My Partner Introduced Me to Her Lover

Dogging had been haunting my mind for years, long before I met Lucía. It was one of those curiosities you keep tucked away in a drawer and only open when the night, boredom, or the end of a relationship pushes you to do something different. All three of them pushed me at once.

My marriage was dying out quietly, like an abandoned candle. One summer dawn I took the car without really knowing where I was going, and ended up in the pine groves of Almenara, a secluded area on the outskirts of the city that I had only ever heard rumors about. I parked beside three other cars with their headlights off and their windows fogged up.

What I saw when I got out stayed with me forever. A woman kneeling in the middle of a circle of four men, moving from one to another, pleasing them in turn under the yellow light of a distant streetlamp. No one spoke. Only the rustle of clothes and the occasional ragged breath could be heard.

I joined the circle almost without thinking, drawn by a current I couldn’t name. But as soon as that stranger tasted me, she stood up, took me by the hand, and led me to the back seat of a sedan. Her husband and the other three watched us from outside while I made her mine, pleasuring themselves to the rhythm of what they were seeing. I satisfied years of curiosity in a single night, and I left feeling, for the first time in a long while, awake.

***

That had been quite a while ago. Now I was with Lucía, and with her everything was different. We didn’t hide anything. The first time I told her my history, my head full of hidden kinks, she didn’t get scared or laugh. She listened with shining eyes, biting her lip, and when I got to the part about the pine groves she fell silent for a long time.

—And you’ve never done it again? —she finally asked.

—No. Not with the right person.

She tucked that sentence away like someone hiding an ace up her sleeve. And one Friday, when she got home from work, she dropped it on me with a smile I knew well, the kind that only appeared when she was plotting something.

—How do you feel about going shopping tomorrow afternoon?

—Fine. And what’s that look for?

—I’ve got a surprise for you. It’s going to be a shopping trip with a happy ending.

She wouldn’t tell me anything else. Only that we were going to the shopping center in the middle of an industrial estate, on the outskirts. It was a place we went to all the time, so it didn’t strike me as strange. We spent the afternoon wandering through shops, trying on clothes we weren’t going to buy, having a drink on the terrace. A sticky August afternoon, hot and heavy, with the shopping center’s air conditioning as the only refuge.

At around ten at night, when I was already thinking about dinner, Lucía’s phone vibrated. She read the message, smiled to herself, and put the phone away.

—Come on, let’s go. Take the car and drive. I’ll guide you.

—Who was it?

—You’ll see. Drive and shut up.

She said it while climbing into the car, devouring my mouth and sliding her hand over my pants. I started driving without knowing where I was going. The only sure thing was that I was going to enjoy myself that night.

—Stay in the industrial estate and head toward the last street —she instructed.

I obeyed. The shuttered warehouses passed by on both sides, dark, with their signs unlit and their loading bays empty. At the end of the street, where the asphalt gave way to an empty lot, there was something I hadn’t expected: a stretch of tall hedges, neatly trimmed, forming green walls that disappeared into the gloom. A labyrinth, planted there for reasons and by people I didn’t know, in the middle of nowhere industrial.

I stopped the car. Before I could get out, Lucía stopped me with a hand on my thigh.

—Wait, we need to warm up first.

She unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my underwear, and leaned over me. What followed left me tense all the way against the seat. She wasn’t in a hurry. She moved up and down slowly, glancing sideways at me, enjoying the power she had over me in that moment. I gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

Lights appeared at the far end of the street.

—Relax —she said, not quite letting me go, her hand moving now—. It’s probably our date.

A car stopped a few meters from ours. A couple got out. He looked about forty, tall, self-assured. She was wearing a short dress that left nothing to the imagination. Without even looking at us, with his hand resting on her hip, they headed toward the labyrinth’s entrance and disappeared among the hedges.

We got out of the car and followed them. The air smelled of dry earth and boxwood leaves. We walked for several minutes through the green corridors, turning blindly, until the maze opened into a small central square. In the middle there was a stone bench. And on the bench, the couple who had gone before us: him standing, her seated, pleasuring him with her head moving slowly.

We approached. Lucía let go of my hand and went straight to the stranger. They kissed as if they’d been wanting it for a while, and his hand moved openly from her waist to lower down. When they pulled apart, she was smiling.

—Hi, Andrés —Lucía said.

—Hi, gorgeous. This is Bruna. She knows everything about us and was dying to meet you.

The girl on the bench lifted her head for a moment.

—Hi, Lucía.

I stepped closer then and held out my hand to the man, not quite sure why I was being so formal in the middle of all that.

—I’m Diego, Lucía’s partner.

—Pleased to meet you, Diego —he replied, shaking my hand firmly—. So you’re the new one. I’m Andrés.

There was something in the way he said “the new one” that made me think. But I didn’t have much time to dwell on it. Lucía crouched in front of me, freed me from my pants, and started pleasuring me eagerly, intensely, wetly, looking up at me from below. Meanwhile, Andrés had knelt between Bruna’s legs, and she was writhing on the bench. From the sounds she made, I knew she knew exactly what she was doing. She let herself go in short gasps, clutching the edge of the stone.

Andrés straightened up and finished taking off his clothes from the waist down. I did the same. He wasn’t much bigger than me, but he was broader, with an imposing build. Lucía noticed, of course, and moved toward him to taste him, running her tongue over him, giving him attention without neglecting me.

—You’re so good at this —Andrés murmured, a hand at the back of her neck—. I’d almost forgotten.

I froze for a second. I’d almost forgotten. They already knew each other. And not just in passing.

Far from making me jealous when jealousy should have taken hold, it only turned me on more. I moved closer, and Lucía took both of us at once, moving from one to the other, alternating between us with a mischievous smile between her lips. Bruna, reclined on the bench, was touching herself without missing a detail, watching us like someone watching a show they’d pay to see.

When she had us on the edge, Lucía stopped. She stood up, stripped off the clothes she still had on, and bent over the bench backrest, offering herself with a look I had never seen on her before.

—Baby, you take care of Bruna. I want to feel Andrés.

—Right now —I said, my voice rougher than I expected.

—Come here, Diego —Bruna called from the bench, opening herself to me—. I’m waiting for you.

Andrés said nothing. He positioned himself behind Lucía, held her by the hips, and began to thrust slowly. Her face twisted into a grimace halfway between pain and pleasure.

—You’re going to split me in two —she gasped, clutching the bench.

—Did you miss me? —he answered, not stopping until he had her fully.

I stood there spellbound watching them, until a hand pulled me back to reality.

—Hey. We came here to have fun too.

I looked down at Bruna and stopped thinking. She took me completely, with an ease that betrayed experience, her tongue brushing where no one gets to. Meanwhile, a foot from us, Lucía was already coming apart in moans.

—God, that’s so good —she said, eyes rolling back—. Harder.

—I’m going to fuck you just the way you like it —Andrés answered.

I sat on the end of the bench and gently pulled Bruna toward me.

—Come on. Ride me. I want to feel you.

—Of course —she whispered, putting her feet up on the bench and lowering herself onto me, arms locked around my neck.

Andrés sat beside me and Lucía took the same position as Bruna, right in front of us. On the same stone bench, the two of them riding us at once, each chasing her own rhythm. Bruna moved with almost calculated precision. Lucía, on the other hand, moved with wild abandon, rolling her hips, stringing one climax after another without pause.

—I’m going to come —Bruna warned, and it happened almost immediately, shuddering all over, squeezing me with a force that tore a groan from me.

Hearing her, Lucía sped up on Andrés. He held out just long enough before letting himself go inside her, while Lucía stayed still, milking him to the last drop with an expression of triumph.

Bruna collapsed against my chest, breathless.

—After something like that I need a break —she told me, laughing against my neck.

—Well, it looks like Andrés does too —I replied.

Lucía got off her lover and looked at Bruna shamelessly.

—Leave me my guy. I want him for myself now.

Bruna moved aside and Lucía took her place. She settled herself on me, guided me with her hand, and sat down without the slightest resistance.

—Fuck me now —she murmured—. Just the way you like it.

A moan slipped out of me when I felt that familiar heat. But this time there was something different, a sensation that reminded me where we were and what had just happened. Far from making me uncomfortable, it drove me completely out of my mind.

Andrés and Bruna were now our audience. She was stroking him slowly, the two of them catching their breath while they watched us openly, just like those men in the pine groves years earlier. The circle was closing in a way only I understood.

—If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last —I told Lucía, feeling a wave of heat rise up from below.

—Then come and fill me. You too.

She sped up her movements until I knew there was no turning back. She had one last orgasm that made her tremble all over, and dragged me with her. Lucía bit my neck and stayed still, collapsed against my chest, while Andrés and Bruna applauded as if they had just seen the best show ever.

—What a night —Andrés said, laughing.

The four of us stayed there, exhausted, catching our breath amid silly laughter. And it was then, talking quietly among those hedges, that I connected the dots. Andrés had been Lucía’s lover when she was still with someone else. And it wasn’t the first time they had gone into that labyrinth.

—But I swear this was the best one yet —Lucía said, reaching for my hand—. Because of you.

We walked back to the car slowly through the green corridors, now familiar. Before getting in, Lucía turned to me with that same smile from the beginning, the one she wore when she was plotting things.

—I’m not getting dressed until you take me home again and finish what you started. Tonight I feel capable of anything.

I drove off without answering, because there was no need. The night, I knew, was only just beginning.