The Neighbors’ Invitation We Both Accepted

As I’ve said on other occasions, I started opening up my relationship when I was very young. It wasn’t my idea, but Diego’s. Two years after we got married, one night he confessed that it turned him on to imagine me with other men, that he dreamed of seeing me enjoy myself without guilt and without limits. At first it seemed insane to me. It took me months to stop being scandalized every time he brought it up in bed, while he caressed me slowly and whispered it in my ear.

What he repeated most often was one specific fantasy: he wanted to come in my mouth. I was a little hesitant about that, and I couldn’t quite explain why. I pictured the scene and something inside me shut down, a mix of modesty and curiosity that never quite managed to make up its mind.

One afternoon, after making love, I stayed lying there with the warm sensation of his semen inside me. I got up to go to the bathroom and, almost without thinking, scooped up with two fingers what was trickling down between my thighs and brought it to my mouth. I didn’t dislike it. I did it a second time, and a third, without telling him anything, like a secret I kept all to myself.

The next time I’m going to feel it all, directly.

And so it was. The following night, when he was about to finish, I leaned down and took him all in my mouth. Diego’s eyes flew open.

—Carla, you’ve made me the happiest man alive —he said, his voice breaking.

While I finished cleaning him with my tongue, I thought he was going to lose his erection. He didn’t. He grabbed my hips, lifted me onto his body, I found his cock with my hand and took him inside me whole. He kissed me deeply, running his tongue over mine, taking back with his mouth the rest of what remained in mine. It was an explosion of sensations I had never felt with anyone before.

—You’re the perfect woman for everything I want to experience with you —he told me afterward, with his arms around my back—. And for everything you want to experience with other people.

I don’t know if it was his insistence or something that had been sleeping inside me, but from the age of twenty-five onward I became a hungry woman, determined to explore and enjoy my sexuality to the very end.

***

Back then, a new neighbor had moved into the building. He lived two floors above us and had to be around thirty, with an elegant bearing that drew attention. We crossed paths often in the elevator and always exchanged a couple of remarks about the weather, the usual thing.

But something changed in my face after that conversation with Diego. I don’t know what expression I began wearing, but the neighbor noticed. Instead of talking about the weather, he started talking to me about something else, with a smile that hid nothing.

—I know a place where couples get together —he told me one day, leaning against the elevator wall—. Discreet people, up to about forty. They swap, they get to know each other. If you feel like going with your husband, call me.

He gave me a card with a number written by hand. I tucked it into my coat pocket without really knowing what I was going to do with it. That night I showed it to Diego. His eyes lit up like a child’s.

We spent almost a week talking about it in low voices before bed, as if it were a secret plan that belonged only to the two of us. He asked me what scared me and I didn’t know how to answer, because what I really felt wasn’t fear, but an impatience that made me wet just thinking about it. In the end I made the call on a Tuesday, with a steadier voice than I expected, and they gave us an address and a time.

***

We went on a Saturday. There were five couples and a calmer atmosphere than I had imagined, almost like a gathering of friends. They asked us to undress and we did so without drama, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Once everyone was there, people began pairing off slowly, without rushing.

I was assigned the oldest man in the group, though he was very well endowed and had hands that knew exactly what they were doing. He took me by the hand and led me into a room where there were already three people: one woman and two men.

—Do you mind if we stay here? —he asked me in my ear.

—No —I replied, and it was true.

What a strange feeling. My partner started caressing my whole body while I, unable to help myself, watched the show on the bed. The woman had one of them in her mouth and the other behind her, penetrating her slowly. Suddenly she sat up, straddled one of them, and the second settled in behind her back, entering her too. I didn’t miss a thing.

My partner knelt between my legs and started licking me without ever pulling his lips away. I grabbed his head with both hands and held him tight against me. I was about to come, with all his tongue inside me, never taking my eyes off the three people in front of me, until pleasure exploded inside me and I was left shaking.

He sat back up, satisfied at having made me come like that, and said nothing. The truth is, part of that orgasm came from watching the threesome while his mouth worked on me. Something about seeing other people lit me up in a new way.

He positioned himself on top of me and entered me with a firm, deep thrust. I was still fixed on the bed with my eyes: they had changed positions again. The woman was now lying on her back, with one of them underneath and the other on top, both of them inside her at once.

—Have you noticed those three? —I told him, burning with desire.

—I can’t pay attention to anything when I’m with a woman as beautiful as you —he replied.

I stopped looking and devoured him with kisses. I held him tighter and tighter, pulling him toward me to feel him as deep as he could go. Between kisses and caresses, we came almost at the same time. Then he got up and went to the bathroom.

—You don’t mind, do you? —he asked from the doorway.

—No —I said. I grabbed a towel, pressed it between my thighs, and sat on the edge of the bed, still catching my breath.

***

I was like that, seated and thoughtful, when Diego appeared. He sat beside me and asked how it had gone, taking my hand and guiding it to his sex, hard again. And then, without warning, our neighbor walked into the room.

His name was Rubén and he was completely naked, aroused, without a trace of embarrassment. I had never seen a man so hairy; he looked like a huge, warm stuffed animal. I got up to hug him and the sensation was delightful: so much hair and yet how soft his skin was against mine.

—I’m going to the bathroom for a moment to freshen up —I told them both.

When I came back, I couldn’t get the image of the threesome out of my head. I thought about what Diego had confessed to me so many times, how much he liked imagining me possessed in every possible way. And I asked myself why I shouldn’t be able to like the same thing, seeing him at the center of the scene for once.

I went into the room and found the two of them on the bed: Diego with his mouth on Rubén’s cock, surrendered, without a grain of shame. I thought they were giving it to me better than ever, that that night had come to shatter all my ideas at once.

They made room for me and placed me between the two of them. I didn’t hesitate for a second. I took Rubén into my mouth and discovered that he was unlike anything I knew: the tip was rather small and pointed, widening toward the base until it reached a not inconsiderable thickness. I took him all in, slowly, feeling him respond.

I straddled him and took him inside me whole, slowly, and stayed still for a moment to feel him filling me completely. Rubén held my waist with those big hands and looked at me as if he had been waiting for that moment in the elevator for weeks. I started moving, setting the rhythm myself, leaning forward so my breasts brushed his hairy chest with every thrust.

Then I felt Diego settle in behind me, his breath on my nape, his hands joining Rubén’s on my hips. I turned my head toward the neighbor.

—Wouldn’t you like to be with my husband? —I whispered.

—If that’s what you want, yes —he answered, and pulled me against him—. But right now I like you too much.

I laughed against his hairy chest and let myself be carried away by the two pressures at once, front and back, feeling myself at the center of something that no longer gave me either shame or fear. Diego was kissing my back; Rubén was holding my gaze. And I, who years ago was scandalized by a single word said in bed, thought that this was only just beginning.

I’m not going to go on any longer today. What happened in the following weeks is enough for another whole night, and I promise I’ll tell it.