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 in safe territory. Nothing had ever happened. And precisely for that reason, because we loved them and weren’t willing to break a friendship of years, we promised ourselves it wouldn’t go that way.
We swore it a hundred times before they arrived. Mateo and I, in the kitchen, pretending the plan was innocent. We’re not going with that intention. That’s what we kept telling ourselves. The funny thing is that the more we said it, the less we believed it.
Lucas has been Mateo’s friend since primary school. Blond, hair a little long, one of those smiles that knock you off balance, a good 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 neurons squirm. 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 a warm light that in itself 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.
Each of us told our own stories. Anecdotes from clubs, from nights that had gone well and others that had gone even better. I listened to Carla crossing and uncrossing her legs on the sofa across from me and tried not to look. 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 quite a while to go before that when Lucas and Carla got up and disappeared into their room. They left us in the living room, half dazed, 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 got up without saying a word, like two kids who know they’re about to pull a prank. When I pushed the door open, there she was, completely naked on the bed, golden from head to toe, blond hair falling over her shoulders and a calm expression on her face that took my breath away.
—My body’s burning up —she said, and stretched out her arm toward the bedside table, 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 slid under my hands, her skin warm, firm. I moved down her back and then gently turned her over. I ran my palms over her chest, over her breasts, perfect in my hand, and felt something in me give way without a fight.
I didn’t hold back. I leaned in and kissed her.
She responded with an intensity that surprised me, her mouth parted, her tongue finding mine. I held her tight, laid her back against the pillow and ran my hands all over her. Our husbands didn’t lift a finger: they were each seated in an armchair beside the bed, watching us as if it were the show they’d been waiting for all their lives. A blonde and a brunette finally finding each other, and them far too entranced to interrupt.
I worked my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I bit one nipple lightly and heard her catch her breath. I kept going down. When I reached between her legs, she opened her thighs without being asked. I tasted her slowly at first, just the tip of my tongue, measuring her. Then more eagerly. She tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed her hips against my mouth.
—Don’t stop —she said, barely audible—. Please, don’t stop.
I didn’t stop. When I lifted my eyes for a second, I saw her from the side: she had already taken Lucas in her mouth, her eyelids half-lowered, lost in it. And behind me I felt Mateo’s hands, who had found me on my knees and was beginning to work his way in. Everything happened at once, all of us connected in the same current.
I don’t know how long it lasted. I felt Carla pressing harder and harder against me, chasing the first one, and suddenly she broke. A shiver climbed up from her thighs and she let out a long, hoarse moan, unlike any of the ones before. Almost at the same time Mateo drove deep into me and dragged me along with them. We both came at once, looking at each other over our friends’ bodies.
Lucas looked at the two of us with a huge smile and stretched lazily.
—Well —he said—. Now we can go to the club.
And so we did.
***
They had already been to places like that, but I suppose the first time together, the four of us, matched them all. We arrived nervous, which struck me as sweet at that hour of the night. We changed, grabbed our towels and headed out to the arena.
The place surprised them. It was bigger and better kept than the ones they knew, so before anything else we took them to tour 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 warming up.
The six of us settled onto a large sofa, the two men at the ends and the three of us in the middle. Kisses and caresses weren’t long in coming. Bruna knows perfectly how to handle a couple like us, how to divide her attention so no one is left out, and that night she was more than up to it. At one point Lucas and Carla wanted to explore on their own, and it seemed 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 nobody in it. Mateo put me on all fours, from behind, and started without beating around the bush. He’d been building up all the tension of the night and it showed in every thrust. It wasn’t long before the noise drew people in: through the half-open door, curious onlookers started coming in, first one, then several, until we had a small audience watching in silence. The fact that we were being watched turned Mateo on even more. He grabbed my hips, changed the rhythm and didn’t let up until he made me come against the sheets. Then he let himself go too, deep, with a growl that made my whole body tingle. It was one of those orgasms that leaves you shaking for a long while.
Close to midnight they announced the show and we all gathered again to watch. The dancer was gorgeous and put on a hot number, exactly the mood we’d been carrying all night. Lucas and Carla enjoyed it holding hands, and meanwhile some expert hands gave me a massage that had me on another planet.
When it ended we went back to the sofas, to drink and have a good time without rushing. Bruna positioned me between her and another girl, kissed me and made me dance against her back. I’m not entirely sure how the choreography that came next unfolded: Carla started riding Lucas at one end, I climbed onto the back of the sofa, and Bruna settled between my legs and started eating me out while Mateo took her from behind. It was an unreal moment. From where I was I could see them all, and although Carla and Lucas were a bit far away, I knew the four of us —the six of us— were on the same trip.
We took a break to play at being voyeurs for a while. We wandered the rooms peeking at other couples, slipped 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 people who’ve known each other all their lives.
We got back to the apartment in the early hours of the morning. They went to their room, we went to ours. Through the wall we heard them keep going, and that turned us on all over again. We brought out the toys. That night Mateo also fucked me from behind, slowly, knowing that after a night like that anal is something I like more and more. When he finished I was left wrecked, spent, and I fell asleep almost without realizing it.
***
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 goes with her. It seemed like a healthy boundary to me, clear, well set. I won’t lie: I really, really wanted to be with Lucas too, with 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 then 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 brings surprises. That night, without any of us seeing it coming, the rules were going to start to shake.
