The Night My Boyfriend Invited Others Into Our Bed

The idea had been born weeks earlier, in one of those pillow talks where you say things thinking they’ll never actually happen. I confessed to Tomás, my boyfriend, that I imagined myself with more than one man at a time. I expected him to laugh or get jealous. Instead, he stared at the ceiling for a long while and then said that, if I wanted, he could make it happen. That he liked the idea of seeing me enjoy myself.

We didn’t bring the subject up again until the Friday he asked, casually, whether it was still on. I said yes before even thinking about it. That same afternoon we wrote to a couple of men we already knew and a third who had only ever talked to me by message. The only thing I asked was to choose the order and set my rules.

The first to arrive was Adrián. I had seen him twice and I had always liked the way he looked without pretending not to. Before the others appeared, I made it clear how things were going to be: in the house were Tomás and Bruno, his friend, who would be joining us later. Adrián smiled.

—I have no problem with that —he said—. But first I want you to myself. After that, let whoever you want come in.

I was surprised that he was the one setting conditions when I thought I was the one doing it. I signaled to Tomás and Bruno to give us a while, and I went into the room with Adrián right on my heels.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind as soon as the door closed. I felt his whole body against mine and, lower down, the pressure of his erection against my ass. He knew how to touch. He held me hard, almost cutting off my breath, and between my legs I started feeling that wetness that always gives me away. I was getting wet just from that, from the embrace and from the idea of what was about to happen.

He knelt behind me, slipped his hands under my skirt, and with one tug pulled down my panties. I opened my legs a little. His tongue traced the whole path, slowly, from front to back, until it reached where nobody usually starts. There he stayed, teasing, going in and out, while with two fingers he caressed me from the front. It was hard to keep standing.

He stood up and turned me around to kiss me. He pulled my shirt down to free my breasts and pinched my nipples, first softly and then with a persistence that hurt just enough. He grabbed my hair, dragged my mouth across his face, and firmly pushed me down until I was on my knees in front of him.

I pulled down his pants. When I had him in my hand my eyes lit up: he wasn’t huge, but he was much thicker than I’d expected. I sucked him eagerly, unhurriedly, holding him with both hands. He sat on the edge of the bed and I climbed on top of him like it was mine. I spread my legs to the sides and let him rub between my lips without going in yet. Every movement drew more wetness out of me.

When I finally let him in, I had to push a little because of the thickness, but I was so lubricated that he slid all the way in. The rhythm was slow. More than fucking, it felt like making love. I liked the way he treated me, the way he spoke in my ear.

—Do you like it like this, baby? —he murmured.

—I love it —I answered—. You’re splitting me open and I don’t want you to stop.

—Then call them —he said, never stopping his movement—. You stay like that, riding me, and let them take care of the rest.

—Okay —I panted—. But I want them here now.

Without getting off Adrián, I raised my voice and shouted for them to come in. The door opened and Tomás and Bruno appeared, who’d been listening for a while on the other side. I told them what I wanted from each of them: one to get me ready from behind, the other to get on the bed and fill my mouth.

Bruno chose the mouth. Tomás, my boyfriend, went in from behind, and that gave me confidence because I knew he’d be careful. I was still on top of Adrián, so I leaned forward, lifting my hips to offer myself better. Tomás slicked me with his tongue, placed the tip, and told me to breathe deeply. I did, and he went in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, while Adrián moved his hips again beneath me.

I had two men inside me at the same time, moving almost in the same rhythm. I lifted my head and started on Bruno. Three men, three bodies on a single bed, all for me. In the room mirror I could see the whole scene and felt like someone else, capable of anything, willing to cross any boundary put in front of me.

***

I was a delicious wreck. Fluids kept escaping me and soaking the sheets, and with my mouth occupied I asked for more force as best I could. Bruno asked Tomás to switch places; he wanted to try me from behind. Adrián held my head, kissed me, and told me to hold on, that this entry was going to be more intense.

Tomás, a little exhausted, went to get us something to drink. Bruno took advantage and thrust into me in one shot. I screamed, but Adrián covered my mouth with a kiss. The pain of that first moment slowly turned into something else, into a current running through me and leaving me breathless. I didn’t faint, though for an instant I felt like my body wouldn’t answer me. I clung to Adrián’s chest like a buoy, a doll in the middle of two men who were twice my size.

When Bruno finished, I lay down on my side. Adrián kissed my breasts and handed me a cold beer. We rested a little, laughing at how wild everything was, toasting as if we were old friends and not three strangers who had just rolled around together.

We lost track of the hour. We were having such a good time that time slipped away from us. It was almost time for Adrián to leave and for the next one to arrive, a guy in his early twenties who had only spoken to me. He knew what he was coming for, but not that he’d be finding three others in the bed.

—What’s the problem? —Tomás said with a shrug—. If he comes, he can join in.

I didn’t want to get out of bed for anything in the world. The doorbell rang and Tomás went to let him in. It took a while, so I stayed playing with Adrián and Bruno, sucking one and then the other, until my boyfriend came in with the newcomer behind him.

—Say hello to the guest —Tomás told me, amused.

I lifted my head unwillingly, let go of Bruno, and laughed too.

—Sorry —I said—. I was busy.

The new guy was named Iván. He was young, with a well-built body, and greeted me with a soft kiss on the cheek, as if the situation weren’t what it was.

—Sorry —he said—, but I didn’t know the area and brought a friend so I could come more спокойно. He’s waiting in the living room.

Tomás, who by then was having more fun organizing than participating, told him to bring him in.

—If there’s room, he can join —he said, and looked at me—. Right, love? Or can’t you handle any more?

He said it to challenge me, knowing that was exactly the way to push me into saying yes.

—Fine —I answered—, but cancel whatever’s missing. We’re already five and no more will fit.

He accepted my condition, went out to warn the others, and stayed for a while talking with Gael, Iván’s friend, while I finished catching my breath.

***

In the room, lying down and surrounded by five men, I listened to them laughingly debate how they were going to continue. They sent me to take a quick shower. When I came back, the two freshest ones, Iván and Gael, were on the bed waiting for me. They asked for a blowjob and I gave them one alternately, one and then the other, while the rest watched seated with their beers in hand.

—Now it’s our turn —said the ones who’d already been at it for hours.

Bruno lay down and had me stretch out on him, face up, entering me from behind. Tomás positioned himself in front. Two of the guys held my legs up to give more space to the ones fucking me, and Adrián offered me his mouth so there wouldn’t be a single empty spot left unfilled. The rhythm was one single thing: hard, constant, without pause. One for a while, then the other. They kept rotating, changing positions, taking turns as if they’d rehearsed it.

When I realized it, it was almost nine in the morning. My men were drinking beer to recover their strength; none of them had finished yet, they wanted it to last. I was completely given over, riding them without control, wild, laughing and moaning at the same time. Some would stop to rest and others would grab me immediately. No break lasted more than a minute.

That’s how we went on, between laughter and bodies, until well into Sunday afternoon. I was left wrecked, in the best possible sense. They did exactly everything I asked for and a little more than I imagined I could handle. They left one by one, saying goodbye with a kiss, and agreed to organize something similar for later.

At home, only Adrián, Tomás, and I were left. We ate whatever, showered without hurry, and went back to bed, this time without urgency. The three of us made love, slowly, until we fell asleep one against the other.

I had grown fond of Adrián and Tomás realized it before I did. He didn’t get angry. On the contrary: he told him that, if we both agreed, he was naming him official lover and that he could come whenever he wanted. The only condition was to let us know if we ever wanted the three of us to be alone.

On Monday I woke up sore in places I didn’t even know existed. I got myself together as best I could and Adrián offered to drive me. He kissed me at the car door, the kind of kiss boyfriends give, and a coworker saw us from a distance. Later she asked me if I’d broken up with Tomás, because she’d seen me with someone else. I told her no, that I’d explain later, and laughed to myself thinking about everything I’d have to explain.

Someday I’ll tell him everything, I thought. Or almost everything. Because some nights are better left as mine alone.