The Night We Swapped Partners in His Apartment

It had been almost a month since I had been seeing Diego, and only on weekends could I manage to slip away to be with him. My cover story was perfect: I told everyone I was going to a friend’s house, got in the car, and drove out to the countryside where he lived. In that place I had moments that still make me smile when I remember them. I came home with a feeling of fullness no other man had ever given me.

The best weekend of all was when I met Diego’s friend.

My ex-husband took advantage of a long holiday to go on a motorcycle trip with his friends, something he loved doing every so often. I stayed home alone, free, and I already had my own plans. My kids were going to stay with their grandparents, so my schedule was wide open.

—This Friday my friend Tobías got back from a trip and invited me to dinner at his apartment —Diego told me one afternoon—. I haven’t seen him in years. Would you like to come with me? It looks like one of his friends will be there too.

I didn’t hesitate for a second.

—Yeah, why not? What else am I going to do? And then we can go to the countryside —I answered, laughing.

—Mmm, you really like the countryside, huh —he said, with that crooked smile I knew so well.

—Even more with you by my side —I replied, teasing him.

On Friday I left the kids with their grandparents and picked Diego up. I had dressed up with real intent: boots, tight black pants, and a white shirt that barely showed the bra underneath. I wore my black hair straightened and my lips painted red. Diego was waiting for me in a light-blue shirt open at the collar, jeans, and leather shoes. We loaded up some beers and a couple of bottles of wine, just to make the night last.

***

The apartment was in a multi-story building. We parked, the doorman let us in, and we went up to the third floor, where Tobías, Diego’s friend from adolescence, greeted us.

When he opened the door, I couldn’t help looking at him. He was a little taller than Diego, with honey-colored eyes and light brown hair with a reddish cast. He was wearing a fitted, open plaid shirt that showed off his chest and worked arms, and jean shorts. You could tell he was the kind of man who runs and goes to the gym. I bit my lower lip, trying to hide it, but I felt his gaze sweeping over me from top to bottom without any shame, lingering on my cleavage.

—Well look who showed up. Long time no see, Dieguito —he said, giving him a hug.

—Carla, this is Tobías, my high school friend. After we graduated, he went to live abroad —Diego explained.

I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, and I swear I felt his lips too close to mine, far from a normal greeting. Almost like it was deliberate. That provocation, instead of making me uncomfortable, pleased me.

—So you’re Carla, Diego’s partner. A pleasure —he said.

Diego and I looked at each other and, unable to help ourselves, burst out laughing. Tobías didn’t understand a thing, but he laughed with us anyway. The truth was that we weren’t any kind of couple, but that was a story for another time.

We moved into the living room, and there, sitting on the sofa, was Renata, Tobías’s friend.

—This is Renata. Renata, you already know Diego, and this is Carla, his partner —Tobías introduced.

I watched Renata’s reaction: she looked surprised to see Diego, and I noticed how he stared back at her, stunned, as if recognizing her. I have to admit she was very well put together: wavy blond hair, green eyes, and a red dress that hugged her figure, with a deep neckline Diego couldn’t stop looking at, not even trying to hide it. I felt a stab of jealousy watching how he looked at her, but I decided not to give it importance.

***

We sat down at the table and shared dinner over wine, beer, and stories about the two of them. They laughed about the things they used to do to Renata, who listened with an offended expression. Around midnight, Tobías and Diego got up and went out onto the balcony to smoke. Renata and I were left alone, and immediately we let our guard down.

—I’ll confess something to you —she said, lowering her voice—. Tobías and I have only been seeing each other for a few weeks. And I’m married.

I laughed, because I understood her perfectly.

—Don’t worry, I’m married too. I came here sneaking off —I confessed.

We looked at each other and both laughed out loud. We weren’t so different. Within a couple of minutes we were talking as if we’d known each other our whole lives.

When Tobías and Diego came back, they joined us for a few more drinks. And it was then, without much buildup, that Tobías dropped a proposal that left us all speechless.

—Diego, would it bother you to see Carla with another man? Would you share her?

Diego thought about it.

—I don’t know, it’s never crossed my mind. Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to tell you.

—And you, Carla? Would you be brave enough to see Diego with another woman? —Tobías asked me, fixing his eyes on mine.

—No, I wouldn’t like it. I don’t do that kind of sharing —I answered at once.

—What if that other woman were Renata? —he insisted.

Renata lifted her eyes from her glass.

—Would you like to see Diego fuck me? —she asked, looking at Tobías.

—I don’t know. I’d have to see it —he replied, with a calm that made my skin prickle—. You in or not?

—I don’t think that’s going to happen —I said, more out of reflex than conviction.

—If Carla gives me permission, I wouldn’t hesitate —Renata threw out, with a challenging look.

Everyone turned toward me, waiting. I looked for Renata’s eyes and she made me a barely perceptible gesture, as if letting everything happen. Something in my stomach tightened and loosened at the same time.

—Yes —I said, surprising myself—. I’d like to see what happens.

***

Renata didn’t wait. She got up from her chair and walked over to Diego, moved him away from the table to have more room, and placed her hands on his chest, staring straight at him. Tobías leaned back in his seat like someone settling in to watch a movie, and I took my place beside him to watch the same show.

At first I felt anguish, and immediately after, jealousy. But almost without realizing it, that jealousy blended with something else: an excitement rising through my chest. Renata unbuttoned his shirt button by button and kissed his torso, slowly moving down until she knelt in front of him. Diego was tense, visibly turned on, glancing at me from the corner of his eye as if afraid I might say something.

—Relax and enjoy it —I told him, smiling—. No one’s going to find out.

Renata pulled down his pants and took his cock in one hand. She looked at it shamelessly.

—No wonder you don’t want to share him —she told me, laughing—. Look what you’ve got tucked away, baby. I’m keeping this all night for myself.

Those words changed Tobías’s face. I don’t know if it was jealousy or competition, but something lit up inside him seeing Renata hold Diego with one hand while caressing the rest of him with the other. She pressed her lips to the tip, smelled him, and started sucking him slowly, glancing sideways at Tobías, taking revenge on her own indecent proposal.

***

Tobías turned his head toward me and found me biting my lip, fascinated by the scene. He stood up and moved beside me, his pelvis almost pressed to my face. I felt the heat of his body. Without thinking, I held his gaze while I unbuttoned his pants.

What came out excited me instantly. It wasn’t as long as Diego’s, but it was thicker. I didn’t resist: I took it into my mouth and felt it throbbing against my tongue, running over it from top to bottom. Seeing Diego with Renata and having that stranger between my lips at the same time had put me into a state I didn’t recognize in myself. Tobías turned out to be rougher than I expected: he grabbed my hair and started moving, going in almost all the way. The edge of pain gave me a strange pleasure, and I was already completely soaked. Renata, off to the side, was not holding back either.

After a while, Tobías took me to the sofa, stripped me, and laid me back. His eyes locked on my breasts, which he squeezed firmly in his hands.

—What pretty tits, Carla —he murmured before devouring them with his mouth, pressing them together, running his tongue from one to the other.

He turned me on completely. A few minutes later he moved lower, searching between my legs with his tongue, tracing me all over, slowly, until my thighs were trembling.

***

Diego didn’t want to be left behind. He brought Renata over beside us, took off her dress, and left her naked. He positioned himself behind her, kissing her neck, telling her in her ear how hot she was while he squeezed one breast with a hand and slid the other between her legs. Renata was panting. Diego put her on her knees on the sofa, her back arched, and she gave herself over, pressing her face into the cushions and letting him do whatever he wanted. He entered her slowly, all the way, and I heard Renata’s long sigh begging him not to stop.

The apartment had filled with the smell of alcohol and sex. On my side, Tobías finished licking me until my legs were weak, then climbed on top of me, settling one of my legs over his shoulder. He rubbed the tip against me, feeling how hard he was, and started to enter me little by little. I couldn’t believe how thick he was; I felt stretched tight, completely filled. A moan escaped from the deepest part of me. He let the weight of his body fall onto me and I opened wider so I wouldn’t interrupt him, surrendered, while he kissed my neck and returned every so often to my breasts.

I looked toward Diego and Renata. It excited me to see how he moved, how much she enjoyed it. At one point Diego tensed, frowned, and let out a rough groan.

—Yes, like that, don’t stop —Renata panted—. You filled me up completely.

Diego pulled out with a satisfied smile and collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. Renata, without wasting time and still breathless, knelt in front of him and cleaned him slowly with her mouth, savoring what remained.

***

Tobías, meanwhile, increased the pace and made me lose count of how many times I came. I felt him get harder and harder, the tip throbbing as if barely holding back, until he finally let go inside me with a long moan. I dug my nails into his back. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, while Diego and Renata watched us almost laughing at what they had just seen.

Afterward, slowly, Tobías slid down my body and went over me again with his tongue, slowly, telling me how good I was. No one had ever done anything like that to me, and instead of calming me down, it made me want more.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, still breathless, thinking that the night was only just beginning. But I’m going to tell that second part another time.