The Weekend Our Friends Came to Visit
Our friends don’t live here. A few months ago they surprised us by saying they’d be coming to the city for my husband’s birthday, and from the moment I hung up the phone I knew the weekend was going to be complicated. They’re an open-minded couple, like us, but distance had always kept us on safe ground. Nothing had ever happened. And precisely because of that, because we loved them and weren’t willing to break a friendship of years, we promised ourselves it wouldn’t go there.
We swore it a hundred times before they arrived. Mateo and I, in the kitchen, pretending the plan was innocent. We’re not going in with that intention. That’s what we kept telling ourselves. The funny thing is, the more we said it, the less we believed it.
Lucas has been Mateo’s friend since primary school. Blond, with his hair a little long, one of those smiles that knock you flat, a great body, and an easygoing nature that fills any room. He’s been with Carla for years, and Carla is another story: blond too, stunning, huge eyes, and a body that seemed designed to make anyone with two honest eyes uncomfortable. I considered myself honest. That was part of the problem.
The plan was simple: a weekend among adults, no kids, no obligations. We rented a spacious apartment for the four of us, with a jacuzzi in the middle of the living room and warm lighting that, by itself, already invited bad behavior. As soon as night fell, the alcohol started flowing, and with the alcohol came the stories, and with the stories that loose laughter that loosens everything else too.
Everyone shared their own. Anecdotes about clubs, about nights that had gone well and others that had gone even better. I listened to Carla crossing and uncrossing her legs on the couch across from me and tried not to look. Every time she moved, her skirt rode up a little higher and I imagined sliding my hand between her thighs. Mateo squeezed my knee under the table. He knew exactly what I was thinking.
The official plan, the one we’d talked about out loud, was to go to a club later. There was still plenty of time for that when Lucas and Carla got up and went into their room. They left us in the living room, a little off balance, looking at each other without understanding. An endless few minutes passed.
Then they called us.
—Can you come here for a second? —Carla’s voice said from the room.
Mateo and I looked at each other. We stood up without saying anything, like two kids who know they’re about to pull a prank. When I pushed the door open, she was there, completely naked on the bed, golden from head to toe, her blond hair falling over her shoulders and a calm expression on her face that stole my breath. Her tits were high, round, with her pink nipples already hard. Her shaved pussy, glistening between her spread thighs, as if she’d been waiting for us like that for a while.
—My body is on fire —she said, and stretched her arm toward the nightstand, where there was a jar of cream—. Can you help me with my back? And with my chest. I can’t quite reach.
It was the most transparent excuse in the world, and none of us cared. I sat on the edge of the bed and started with her shoulders. The cream slipped under my hands, her skin warm, firm. I moved down her back and then turned her gently over. I ran my palms over her chest, took both her tits in my hands, squeezed them, pinched her nipples between my fingers until a sigh slipped out of her. I slid one hand down her belly and brushed her pussy with the tips of my fingers. She was soaked. I felt something in me surrender without a fight.
I didn’t hold back. I leaned in and kissed her.
She answered with an intensity that surprised me, her mouth parted, her tongue seeking mine, biting my lips. I held her tight, laid her back against the pillow, and explored every inch of her with my hands. Our husbands didn’t lift a finger: they were sitting in armchairs on either side of the bed, watching us like it was the show they’d been waiting for all their lives. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mateo gripping his cock over his pants, and Lucas already with his fly open, his dick out, thick, stroking himself slowly while he watched the two of us writhing.
I dragged my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I sucked one nipple fully into my mouth, then the other, bit it lightly and heard her hold her breath. I kept going down her belly, her hip, the inner side of her thigh. When I reached between her legs, she spread her thighs without me asking. I tasted her slowly at first, just the tip of my tongue on her clit, testing her. Then with more hunger. I opened her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue all the way from bottom to top, sucking her pussy with hunger. I slid two fingers inside her and started moving them while I kept eating her out. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed her hips against my mouth.
—Don’t stop —she said, almost voiceless—. Please, don’t stop. Suck me like that, don’t stop.
I didn’t stop. I drove my tongue into her, in and out, then went back to her clit and licked it in circles. When I lifted my eyes for a second, I saw her in profile: she had managed to get to Lucas and had his cock in her mouth, the whole thing sliding down her throat, eyelids half-lowered, lost. She was sucking him from the side, one hand at the base, her tongue peeking out every time she came up. And behind me I felt Mateo’s hands; he’d found me on my knees and yanked my dress down in one pull. I felt him spread my ass cheeks, run the head of his cock over my soaked cunt, and with one thrust he shoved it all the way in. I let out a moan into Carla’s pussy that made her tremble. Mateo started fucking me deep, without pause, while I kept sucking Carla’s clit and she choked on Lucas’s cock. Everything happened at once, all of us linked in the same current.
I don’t know how long it lasted. Mateo was gripping my hair from behind and driving his cock into me to the hilt, every slam pushing my mouth hard against Carla’s pussy, and she clung to my head and rubbed herself against me, searching. I felt her tightening harder and harder against me, hunting for the first one, her thighs tensing around my face, and suddenly she broke. A shudder ran up from her thighs and she let out a long, rough moan unlike any of the others as she came in my mouth. I kept sucking her until the last contraction. Almost at the same moment Mateo thrust deep, dug his nails into my hips, and dragged me with him. I felt the hot jet of cum inside me and came too, clenching his cock with my pussy. Lucas came over Carla’s tits with a growl, and she ran her fingers over her nipples, brought them to her mouth, and looked at me while she sucked her husband’s semen off her fingers. We looked at each other over the bodies of our friends and laughed, exhausted.
Lucas looked at the two of us with a huge smile and stretched lazily.
—Well —he said—. Now, let’s go to the club.
And that was that.
***
They had already been to other similar places, but I suppose the first time together, the four of us, counted for more than all the rest. We arrived nervous, which I found sweet at that hour of the night. We changed, grabbed our towels, and headed out into the ring.
The place surprised them. It was bigger and better kept than the ones they knew, so before anything else we took them around to see the spaces: the common rooms, the private rooms, the jacuzzi area, the dark corner. The alcohol started flowing again, and as a surprise we’d told our favorite redhead to join us. Her name is Bruna, and she arrived a little later, just when we were already getting warmed up.
The six of us settled onto a wide couch, the two men on the ends and the three of us in the middle. The kisses and caresses didn’t take long. Bruna opened my towel and started sucking my tits while I slid my hand between her legs and felt how wet she was. Carla came up on the other side and kissed me on the mouth, and the three of us started groping each other as if we’d known one another for years. Bruna knows perfectly how to handle a couple like us, how to distribute attention so no one is left out, and that night she delivered. She crouched between Mateo’s legs and pulled out his cock, started sucking him slowly while looking me in the eyes. At one point Lucas and Carla wanted to explore on their own, and we thought it was fine to let them discover the place at their own pace. They went off with Bruna toward another room while Mateo and I looked for an empty one.
We found a room with no one in it. Mateo threw me onto the bed, spread my legs, and started eating my pussy with the voracity of someone who’d been holding out for hours. He sucked my clit, shoved his tongue inside me, drove his fingers into me until my legs shook. Then he put me on my stomach, on all fours, and shoved it in without half-measures. He’d built up all the tension of the night and it showed in every thrust. He rammed it to the hilt, pulled his cock all the way out, and slammed it back in with one hard stroke, making me scream. It wasn’t long before the noise drew people in: curious onlookers started coming through the half-open door, one at first, then several, until we had a small audience watching in silence. Out of the corner of my eye I saw two guys unzipping and starting to masturbate while looking at me. Mateo got even more turned on by being watched. He grabbed my hips, changed the rhythm, and didn’t let up. He spat on my ass, ran his thumb over the hole while he kept fucking my pussy, and made me finish against the sheets with an orgasm that folded me in half. Then he let himself go too, deep, filling me with cum with a growl that raised goose bumps all over me. When he pulled out, I felt the semen running down my thighs. It was one of those orgasms that leaves you trembling for a long while.
Near midnight they announced the show and we all gathered again to watch. The dancer was beautiful and put on a sexy number, exactly the kind of mood we’d been carrying all night. Lucas and Carla enjoyed it hand in hand, and meanwhile, expert fingers were sliding into my pussy from behind the couch, pulling out soaked, giving me a massage that had me on another planet.
When it ended we went back to the couches, drank, and kept having a good time without hurry. Bruna positioned me between her and another girl, kissed me and made me dance against her back, with one hand under my thong playing with my clit. I’m not quite sure how the choreography that followed came together: Carla started riding Lucas at one end, her tits bouncing, moaning every time she sank down to the base of his cock; I climbed onto the back of the sofa, spread my legs, and Bruna settled between my thighs and started eating me with that professional whore’s tongue she has. Mateo got behind her, lifted her ass, and drove into her pussy in one single thrust. Every time Mateo pushed, Bruna sucked me harder. It was an unreal moment. From where I was I could see them all: Carla with her mouth open and eyes rolled back, Lucas squeezing her tits, Mateo fucking Bruna’s pussy while she choked on my clit. When I came, I pressed Bruna’s head against my pussy and soaked her whole face. Bruna licked me clean and then turned around to suck Mateo’s cock until he came over her tits. Even though Carla and Lucas were a little farther away, I knew that the four of us —the six of us— were on the same ride.
We took a break to play at being voyeurs for a while. We wandered through the rooms spying on other couples, went into the projection room, let the heat ease off just a little. Then we decided it was time to go back. In the car, Carla and I kept up with soft caresses, calmer now, like two women who had known each other all their lives.
We got to the apartment in the early hours of the morning. They went to their room, we went to ours. Through the wall we could hear them going at it still —Carla’s moans, the hard thud of the headboard against the wall, Lucas’s rough voice saying filthy things to her— and that turned us on again. We brought out the toys. Mateo made me suck him off for a good while, until he was hard as a rock again, and then he laid me face down with a pillow under my hips. He put lube on my ass, slid one finger in first, then two, until I was fully open. That night Mateo fucked me from behind too, slowly at first, pushing in little by little, knowing that after a night like that I like anal more and more. When he went all the way in, he held still for a second and then started fucking me, first slowly, then harder, while I rubbed my clit against the pillow. He ended up filling my ass with cum just as I came for the third time that night. When he was done I was wrecked, spent, with semen running down my ass cheeks, and I fell asleep almost without noticing.
***
I only understood it the next day, with a clearer head. They have their rules, and they respect them: Lucas doesn’t play alone, only Carla, and he’s there with her. It seemed like a healthy boundary to me, clear, well set. I’m not going to lie: I very much wanted to be with Lucas too, to have that cock in my mouth, to feel that smile and that body so close all night, but he kept his distance, faithful to what he’d agreed with his wife. The boundary was so sharp there was no room for doubt.
By that point I thought that was the end of it. That the weekend had already given us more than we’d promised ourselves we would avoid.
But Saturday was still ahead. And as the song says, life gives you surprises. That night, without any of us seeing it coming, the rules were going to start to shake.
