The Swap That Changed Plans at the Last Minute
The things I’m going to tell are real experiences, moments that for one reason or another stayed etched in my memory. I’m not trying to pretty anything up or turn it into literature: I just want to put in writing what I felt that afternoon, because I’ve rarely been hit by desire as hard as I was then.
It happened last summer, one of those days when the heat was so thick you could only breathe under the air conditioning. Hugo, a guy Marina and I used to meet up with now and then —always for her, because both he and I are completely hetero— called us one morning. He’d met a couple online and was in the mood for a five-way meet-up. A quintet, basically. We said yes out of curiosity and arranged to meet first at a neighborhood restaurant.
The couple turned out to be more or less our age, around their late forties. His name was Ricardo, calm and attentive-eyed, the kind of man who listens more than he speaks. She, Elena, had short, well-kept hair, narrow hips, and a small mouth that invited kisses. A bit too thin for my taste, but with a chest that showed beneath her blouse and begged to be touched.
We talked about ordinary things: the relentless heat, our jobs, the places we’d spent our summers. But underneath the conversation, something else was running. Every time Elena leaned over the table, I discreetly followed the line of her cleavage, and more than once I caught her doing the same to me. Marina and Ricardo understood each other with their eyes from across the tablecloth. Before dessert we already had a date: the following Saturday, at our place, this time without so much formality.
And Saturday came. We had arranged to meet at seven in the evening. But at six-thirty the phone rang.
—I’m not going to make it —Hugo said, sounding annoyed—. Something family-related came up at the last minute. I’m really sorry.
The one who’d put the whole thing together was the one who was missing.
The curious thing is that it didn’t stop anything. Elena and Ricardo confirmed they were coming anyway, though I had to guide them by phone for quite a while, map in hand, until I finally recognized two silhouettes standing in front of my building.
—We thought we’d never find the street —Elena laughed as she came in.
Warm greetings, a few cheek kisses that lasted longer than usual, and I showed them into the living room, the only cool place in the house. I poured some soft drinks and we settled in: them on one sofa, Marina and I on the one opposite, with a low table between us. The conversation gradually got spicier, with smiles that lasted too long and silences loaded with tension.
At one point, Ricardo looked at me with a crooked smile.
—Let’s see if you can guess —he said—. What color do you think Elena’s underwear is?
The blouse didn’t show through at all. So, asking permission in a joking way, I moved closer to her and unbuttoned a couple of buttons, just enough to peek.
—Sky blue —I announced triumphantly.
Marina and Ricardo watched us from the other sofa, amused. And since I was at it, I kept going. I undid another button, and another, quietly commenting on how well she hid that bra. Without asking this time, I freed one of her breasts. The nipple wasn’t large, but it was the kind that begs for a mouth. I lowered my head and took it between my lips.
Elena put up no resistance. Quite the opposite: a low moan, almost embarrassed, slipped out of her as I worked slowly with my tongue. Her skin was hot and she smelled of a soft perfume mixed with the sweat of the afternoon. I could feel her breathing speed up under my lips, the way she arched her back slightly against the sofa. Encouraged, I reached for the other breast.
—Two are better than one —I murmured, and gave my attention to both without hurry.
I was so focused that it took me a while to realize what was happening on the other side of the table. When I looked up, Ricardo was giving Marina a deep kiss, the kind that seems never to end, while kneading her breasts with both hands. And I noticed something else: Elena wasn’t taking her eyes off them. She watched my wife and her husband while I kept working her nipples, and that seemed to turn her on even more.
By then I was rock hard. Seeing that she made no move to reach for my crotch, I stood up in front of her face and slowly pulled down my zipper. Then she took the initiative. She stretched out her hand and finished freeing me.
—You’ve got a fine tool there —she said, looking up at me from below—. Mind lending it to me for a while?
—It’s all yours —I replied.
She took me into her mouth with a softness that made me close my eyes. When I opened them, I looked for Marina. She and Ricardo were still kissing as if the world were about to end, though both were throwing complicit glances our way. Then I saw my wife lower her head toward his lap. The table hid the scene from me, but the look on Ricardo’s face made it unnecessary to see it to know what was happening.
—Like that, yes… —I heard him say through clenched teeth.
***
The moment that changed everything for me came after that. I pulled Elena’s panties down, also sky blue, and positioned her with her back to me, leaning on the low table, facing Marina and Ricardo. I wanted her to watch and to be watched. I put on a condom and started to enter her slowly, gaining ground little by little.
What drove me crazy was the moan she let out when I finally filled her completely, all the way in, my hands holding her breasts from behind. The prim little woman who had walked in through the door an hour earlier had disappeared. In her place was a woman moaning shamelessly, pushing back against me, setting the pace herself.
—Tell her to suck it properly —she panted, looking at Marina, and then she let out a line far filthier than her face would have suggested.
That sent me over the edge. Seeing how turned on she was, hearing her talk like that, feeling her moving on me with a perfect rhythm. At one point she turned her head.
—Don’t come —she ordered me—. Not until I tell you to.
I had to ease off, breathe deeply, hold back my thrusts to last. That crazy woman had me at more than a thousand, precisely because of the contrast between how she’d arrived and how she was now.
Then Ricardo, looking straight at her, announced that he was close.
—Leave it and put it in your mouth —Elena told my wife, without stopping moving against me.
Marina obeyed. She started sucking him hard, almost desperately, and when Ricardo warned that he was about to come, Elena finally turned her head back and gave me the look I’d been waiting for all along.
—Now —she said—. Come now.
What she wanted was to get it all at once: me from behind and her husband in her mouth. And she got it. As she later confessed to us, what pushed her over the edge was hearing Ricardo and me moan at the same time, the two releases almost synchronized. She came in spasms, trembling against the table, with a long cry she didn’t try to hold back.
Marina, who had watched everything from where she was, had ended up masturbating in front of us, giving herself a delicious orgasm. But when Ricardo and I pulled away from Elena, she didn’t want to miss out. She went over to my wife, who still had her legs open and her panties halfway down, and in front of her husband and me she gave her a long lick between the legs. Marina came again, this time with Elena’s mouth between her thighs, moaning in a way I’d rarely heard from her.
***
I brought out more drinks and the four of us sat down to catch our breath, laughing as we talked about how it had all gone, how well we fit together despite barely knowing each other for a couple of hours.
—Shall we go upstairs and keep going? —Marina suggested, her eyes still blazing.
In truth, it was her who decided to go up with Ricardo. I stayed a little longer with Elena, reclined between her legs, returning with my tongue part of what she had given my wife, until she herself tugged at my hand.
—Let’s go see what those two are doing —she said, laughing.
When we went into the bedroom, Marina and Ricardo were tangled in a perfect sixty-nine, oblivious to everything else. The bedside lamp cast them in half-light, and for a moment Elena and I stood still in the doorway, simply watching them, enjoying seeing them enjoy themselves. Then we each joined in wherever we found room.
Up there it went on for another long three hours, with the roles changing again and again, unhurried now, without the urgency of the living room. When they finally left in the middle of the night, Marina and I stayed silent for a good while, still burning under the skin. What had begun as a five-person plan and ended up as four was, without a doubt, the best afternoon I can remember. But everything that happened in that bed is another story.