The Night I Shared My Girlfriend with My Best Friend

Her name is Noa. For more than a year now, she and I have been dragging around a relationship that has been anything but conventional: open, chaotic, wide awake. When I met her, she was like a lump of clay still waiting to be shaped. She had made it through adolescence and early adulthood almost without making a sound, practically a virgin to love and sex. A simple, calm person, with not too many concerns. And from the very first day, I set about breaking, one by one, the rules of her little world.

I dragged her into my darkest thoughts almost without asking permission, and she, far from running away, developed an enormous heat that keeps growing faster and faster, like something impossible to stop. There is a current between us that escapes the usual rules of desire. Something we awakened in each other that no one else would understand.

Noa is tall, slender, with long legs. The first thing you notice is her dark hair and her brown skin, that intense tone that contrasts with her wide white smile. She has large eyes, with an almost innocent look, that light up when something —or someone— interests her. That look always gives her away. And I learned to read it better than she could herself.

***

Last weekend Bruno came to visit me, an old friend from the wildest years. From Seville, brazen, with that easy laugh that everyone likes. He came to spend a few days partying and switching off, and he stayed at the house because we had more than enough room. While I showed him around the city and we caught up, Noa stayed busy tidying her things, although the three of us spent a lot of time together: meals, long after-dinner chats, bottles of wine emptied all by themselves.

And then I started to notice it. Noa couldn’t stop looking at him. She tried to hide it, or to, but I know her far too well. When we were alone she became more provocative than usual, louder, more insistent. It was as if she wanted Bruno to hear her moaning through the walls.

For those few days, my mind gave me no peace. I imagined scenes, situations, possible realities, and every time those thoughts ambushed me I ended up trapped in a nervousness that cut off my breathing. It was a mix of jealousy, kink, and this ridiculous urge to hand her over. I didn’t just want to see them together. I wanted to know how far I could take that surrender without breaking anything.

I wanted to see them fuck, yes. But above all, I wanted to humiliate her for having spent the whole weekend horny for my friend right under my nose.

It seemed perversely generous and generous all at once to offer my girlfriend to another man, as they used to do in the ancient temples, where women were forced to give themselves to the stranger no matter who he was. The idea consumed me. I spent hours unable to think of anything else.

***

On Friday night Bruno and I went out for a few drinks. Just some random bar, loud music, that old routine of looking around in case some conversation might come your way. We laughed, reminisced about old battles, traded confessions. And between one drink and the next I began to prepare the ground. I told him about Noa. About how intense she had become, about how free our bond was, about how much she liked being dominated. I told him she was developing a submissive streak that had me fascinated.

Bruno listened with that half-smile of his, not sure whether I was serious or setting a trap for him. After a few more rounds, we went home half drunk. I made the whole way back with my heart pounding in my chest, not daring to say out loud what I was carrying inside.

I said goodnight to him in the doorway of the guest room, my hands trembling a little. I felt like a coward. I went into my room and there was Noa, naked under the sheets, her hair spread over the pillow, her eyes bright.

My arousal shot through the roof. There were no soft words or courtesy caresses. She was used to something else, so I went straight to her, yanked the sheets down toward her feet, and grabbed her by the hair. I lifted her head firmly, turned her face, and spoke very low, almost against her ear.

—Tonight you obey. And I don’t want a single sound.

I pulled her out of bed by the hair and gave her a gentle slap on the cheek, just enough to mark who was in charge. She was still wearing her panties, so I told her to take them off. She did it instantly, without the slightest hesitation. What I didn’t expect was to lead her toward the bedroom door.

I opened it wide. She made a move to step back, but I had hold of her and didn’t let her. I forced her head down hard and made her crawl almost on all fours out into the hall, until I left her on her knees in the middle of it. Then I pulled my trousers down and brought myself close to her face.

—Now you’re going to suck me off right here, just in front of my friend’s door. And you’re not getting up until I come. If he comes out and sees us, you keep going without hesitation.

It was a game of limits being tested. Bruno’s door left ajar a meter away, his breathing on the other side, the real or imagined possibility of being caught. Everything became more urgent, sharper. Noa tried harder than ever, and I let her go on for a long five minutes, staring at that closed door, holding my voice in.

But I wanted more. Above all, I wanted to turn her on even more. I lifted her by the hair, gave her a rough kiss and turned her around, pressing her hands against the frame of the room where my friend was sleeping. I bent her body forward, left her ass completely exposed, and entered her in one hard, fast thrust.

She held her breath so hard her legs shook. While I fucked her, I lifted her head so she would look at the door, pinched her nipples, and reminded her in her ear that not a soul should hear a thing. Deep down, part of me wanted the exact opposite: for a moan to slip out, for the wood to creak, for Bruno to open it.

We kept going like that for a few more minutes, until I dragged her back to the bedroom and we finished on our bed, her on top of me, devouring me. She still didn’t dare open her mouth. But she fucked me like I don’t remember being fucked before.

***

The next day we talked. Noa confessed that she had been mortified to see herself so exposed, so small, and that she had liked that shame much more than she would ever have admitted. That she couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if the door opened and Bruno found her there: submissive, helpless, completely at my mercy.

She also admitted that Bruno turned her on. That tension had stuck to her skin like a soft burn that wouldn’t quite go out.

That conversation, far from calming me down, lit me up even more. Saturday was my friend’s last night. If I really wanted something to happen beyond my fantasies, I would have to make it happen myself. Not leave it at a dream.

So that night I talked Bruno into one last drink. I wanted him relaxed, a little uninhibited, just in case. We drank late, and at midnight my phone buzzed.

“Baby, what time are you coming back? I’m so horny and I want to fuck,” Noa wrote.

“Fuck? Or fuck me?” I replied.

“Haha, dummy. Fuck you, who else.”

“You little slut. Just you wait till I get there. To start with, I want you to masturbate until I walk through the door. We’ll be there in forty minutes. Don’t you dare come: I want you dripping hot.”

“At your command, commander. I’ll be waiting here, obedient.”

I ordered a round of shots for both of us. Bruno asked about her, and I told him she was at home, horny, waiting for me. I laughed and let slip that naked she was a spectacle, that he should see for himself. He laughed too, said something about going to a nudist beach one day, and I played along without realizing that that same conversation was what would embolden me minutes later.

***

When we got home, my bedroom door was ajar. I was stunned. Noa was supposedly masturbating, and she had left the door open on purpose. She had liked the game from the night before more than she admitted. Bruno said goodbye, said his head was spinning and he was going to sleep.

I went into the room. There she was, on the bed, completely naked. I went up to her the same way as the day before, grabbed her by the hair, and turned her face to speak in her ear.

—So you left the door open… I see how lost you are. You like being heard, being imagined. Don’t you?

—Yes —she whispered.

I dragged her out of the room and put her on all fours in the hallway, in front of the guest room door. I slammed her head down against the floor and spread her legs, forcing her to raise her ass, leaving everything on display toward Bruno’s room. I ordered her not to move a millimeter, to stay like that even if he came out, and I rushed back to our room.

My heart was about to burst. I opened the drawer with the toys and took out the collar I kept for her. I went back to the hall, where she was waiting, trembling, fastened it around her neck, and leaned down to her ear.

—Tonight I told Bruno how good you look naked. I think he’s left wanting to see you. Now I’m going to text him. I’m going to tell him you’re here in the hallway, on all fours, showing him your cunt at his door. And if he wants, he can come out and look at you.

She made a move to crawl toward our room, but I pulled the leash and stopped her.

—Isn’t this what you wanted, you little slut? —I said, while I started stroking between her legs. She was soaked—. Look how much this gets you going, and you still haven’t come. Behave if you want to go to bed properly fucked.

I pressed her head back to the floor and started typing, reading each message out loud to her.

“Already asleep, Bruno? Hope not. I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

“Almost. What are you saying, man? What surprise?”

“Noa is on all fours in the hallway, completely naked and exposed toward your door. If you want, come out and see how good she looks, like I told you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Come out and see.”

Noa, kneeling in front of Bruno’s room, stayed still. Obedient. Trembling. And, on the other side of the door, I heard the sheets being slowly pushed aside.