The Night My Boyfriend Invited Others into Our Bed

The idea had been born weeks earlier, during one of those pillow talks when you say things believing they’ll never 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 arrange it. He liked the idea of watching me enjoy myself.

We didn’t bring it up again until Friday, when he asked me, as if it were no big deal, whether it was still on. I said yes before thinking about it. That same afternoon, we wrote to a couple of men we already knew and a third who had only spoken to me by text. The only thing I asked was to choose the order and set my rules.

Adrián was the first to arrive. I’d seen him twice, and I’d always liked the way he looked at me without trying to hide it. Before the others showed up, I made the situation clear: Tomás and Bruno, his friend, were in the house, and they would join us later. Adrián smiled.

—I don’t have a problem with that —he said—. But first I want to be alone with you. 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 motioned to Tomás and Bruno to give us some time, and went into the bedroom with Adrián right behind me.

He hugged 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 buttocks. He knew how to touch. He squeezed me hard, almost cutting off my breath, and between my legs I began to feel the dampness that always gives me away. I was getting wet just from that—from the embrace and the thought of what was about to happen.

He knelt behind me, slipped his hands under my skirt, and yanked my panties down. I spread my legs a little. His tongue traveled the whole way, slowly, from front to back, until it reached where no one usually starts. He stayed there, playing, moving in and out, while he caressed me in front with two fingers. I could barely remain standing.

He stood up and turned me around to kiss me. He pulled my shirt down, freeing my breasts, and pinched my nipples, gently at first and then with an insistence that hurt exactly as much as it should. He grabbed my hair, dragged his mouth all over my face, and firmly pushed me down until I was kneeling in front of him.

I pulled down his trousers. When I had him in my hand, my eyes lit up: he wasn’t enormous, but he was much thicker than I’d expected. I sucked him eagerly, without hurrying, holding him with both hands. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I climbed on top of him as if it were mine. I crossed my legs on either side and let him rub between my lips without entering yet. Every movement drew more wetness from me.

When I finally let him inside, I had to push a little because of his thickness, but I was so lubricated that he slid all the way in. The pace was slow. More than fucking, it seemed like making love. I liked the way he treated me, the way he whispered 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, without stopping his movements—. Stay like this, riding me, and let them take care of the rest.

—All right —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; they had been listening on the other side for a while. I told them what I wanted from each of them: one to get me ready from behind, the other to climb onto the bed and fill my mouth.

Bruno chose my mouth. Tomás, my boyfriend, went behind me, which gave me confidence because I knew he would be careful. I was still on top of Adrián, so I leaned forward, lifting my hips to offer myself better. Tomás moistened me with his tongue, pressed the tip against me, and asked me to take a deep breath. I did, and he entered slowly, inch by inch, while Adrián began moving his hips beneath me again.

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 bedroom mirror I could see the whole scene, and I felt like another person—capable of anything, willing to cross any boundary placed in front of me.

***

I was a delicious mess. Fluids escaped me and soaked 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 it from behind. Adrián held my head, kissed me, and told me to hold on, that this entrance was going to be more intense.

Tomás, a little exhausted, went out to get something to drink. Bruno took advantage of the moment and penetrated me in one thrust. I screamed, but Adrián covered my mouth with a kiss. The pain of the first moment gradually transformed into something else, a current that ran through my entire body and left me breathless. I didn’t pass out, although for an instant I felt as if my body no longer answered to me. I clung to Adrián’s chest like a life preserver, a doll caught between two men who were twice my size.

When Bruno finished, I lay on my side. Adrián kissed my breasts and handed me a cold beer. We rested for a while, laughing at how wildly everything had gotten out of hand, toasting as if we were old friends and not three strangers who had just been rolling around together.

We didn’t realize what time it was. We were having such a good time that the hours slipped away. 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 with me. He knew what he was coming for, but not that he would find three other men in bed.

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

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

—Say hello to our guest —Tomás said, amused.

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

—Sorry —I said—. I was busy.

The newcomer’s name was Iván. He was young, with a fit body, and greeted me with a soft kiss on the cheek, as if the situation were not what it was.

—Sorry —he said—, but I didn’t know the area, so I brought a friend to feel more comfortable coming here. He’s waiting in the living room.

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

—If there’s room, let him join us —he said, looking at me—. Right, love? Or can’t you handle any more?

He said it challengingly, knowing that was exactly how to push me into saying yes.

—Fine —I replied—, but cancel anyone else who’s coming. There are already five of us, and there’s no room for more.

He accepted my condition, went out to notify the others, and spent a while chatting with Gael, Iván’s friend, while I finished catching my breath.

***

In the bedroom, lying down and surrounded by five men, I listened to them debate amid laughter 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 waiting for me on the bed. They asked me for a blowjob, and I gave them one in turn, one and then the other, while the rest watched from their seats with beers in their hands.

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

Bruno lay down and had me recline on top of him, faceup, entering me from behind. Tomás positioned himself in front. Two of the guys held my legs up to give the men who possessed me more room, and Adrián offered me his mouth so that no space would go unfilled. The rhythm became one single thing: hard, steady, without pause. One for a while, then the other. They rotated, changing positions, taking turns as if they had rehearsed it.

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

We kept going like that, amid laughter and bodies, until well into Sunday afternoon. I was utterly wrecked, in the best possible sense. They did exactly everything I asked for, and a little more than I’d imagined I could endure. They left one by one, saying goodbye with a kiss, and agreed to organize something similar again later.

At home, only Adrián, Tomás, and I remained. We had dinner—whatever we could find—showered without hurrying, and returned to bed, this time without any urgency. The three of us made love slowly until we fell asleep against one another.

I had grown fond of Adrián, and Tomás realized it before I did. He wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he told Adrián that, if the two of us agreed, he would name him my official lover and he could come whenever he wanted. The only condition was that he let us know if we ever wanted to stay the three of us alone.

On Monday I woke up aching even in places I hadn’t known existed. I got dressed as best I could, and Adrián offered to drive me. He kissed me at the car door, the kind of kiss boyfriends give each other, and a coworker saw us from a distance. Later she asked me whether I had broken up with Tomás because she’d seen me with another man. I told her no, that I would tell her eventually, and laughed to myself thinking about everything I would have to explain.

Someday I’ll tell her everything, I thought. Or almost everything. Because some nights are better kept just for me.