The Weekend We Shared Our Partners

We had one afternoon, the whole night, and half the morning left together. The plan was to head back to Medellín the next day, well into the afternoon, to avoid the traffic jam at the city entrance. I’d sleep with his wife and he’d sleep with mine. Andrés treated Camila with a roughness that, far from bothering me, gave me a strange, morbid pleasure.

Camila always acted like she was the last word, and she used every suggestion of mine to make me feel vulgar; watching that guy knock her arrogance down satisfied me in a way I didn’t understand. Don’t get me wrong: it bothered me that a man was fucking her right under my nose, after all that time seducing her and planning this whole weekend. But the way he was making her submissive so directly also turned me on.

Meanwhile, Natalia was giving me everything I had always fantasized about. In my head, an idea was taking shape: that somehow Camila would give Natalia oral in front of us, and that the three of us would end up fucking my wife. I don’t know whether it was right or wrong, but I knew it would change the way we lived sex forever.

***

Twenty minutes later, Andrés and Camila came out to the terrace. He was wearing gray shorts, a blue shirt, white sneakers, and sunglasses; in his hand he carried a small bag of some kind that Natalia, when she saw it, looked at with complicity without saying anything to me. Camila came out in a gauzy black dress with red flowers, one I’d given her myself for that weather. It fit her beautifully, and you could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered whether she was also going without a thong, but the black fabric wouldn’t let me tell.

I drove us into town. Natalia sat beside me and every so often took my hand. In the back, Camila and Andrés looked out the window while he tried to grope her; she kept him off with the excuse that people on the street might see them.

There weren’t many people around. We stopped at a supermarket to buy food and beer for the night. As we walked the aisles, each of us flirted with our partner for the day. Andrés grabbed Camila’s ass and tits and she laughed like a little girl, whispering things in his ear.

Natalia had put on a white dress with printed flowers, with nothing underneath, leaving her breasts free with every step. She didn’t go unnoticed. We exchanged naughty looks and, every so often, she’d lift the fabric a little to show me her tits. I’d rub her ass gently, hug her from behind, and grind against her while I caressed her breasts until her nipples stood up for anyone who cared to look.

People watched us. None of the four of us was discreet and our excitement was obvious. Men looked at our women; women looked at us, some with disapproval, others with blatant lust.

***

We had lunch at a popular place called El Fogón, next to some university buildings. There were groups of young people everywhere, starting the weekend party. When we finished, we suggested going into some bar to dance and take advantage of the atmosphere.

A few blocks farther on, we found one that looked like a hangar with the door shut, with people lined up outside. As soon as the doorman saw our women, he took off the chain and let us in without asking anything. Inside it was all lights and high-backed sofas that offered privacy, with a view of the dance floor but hidden from everyone else. It was impossible to know the time without a watch.

They gave us a table almost at the back, protected by the horseshoe arrangement of the chairs: we could see the whole place and hardly be seen ourselves. A waiter who couldn’t stop looking at the two women took our order. Andrés ordered whiskey; Natalia, margaritas for herself and for Camila.

Camila looked at me worriedly. The two of us knew she couldn’t hold her liquor. Andrés probably knew it too and would use it to his advantage. This time I wouldn’t do anything to protect her.

The music was so loud we could barely talk among the four of us, only into the ear of whichever partner we had at the moment. Andrés and Camila sat facing the stage; Natalia and I, opposite them, with a view of the dance floor. She rubbed my leg and kissed my neck while Andrés groped Camila shamelessly.

***

At one point, Andrés whispered something to Natalia and then to Camila, who looked at her new friend in surprise. The two of them got up and headed to the bathroom. As they walked, all the guys in the place followed them with their eyes; more than one girl looked too.

Andrés and I toasted with our first drink. He pointed out women he thought were hot, and I nodded. There was one in particular, fair-skinned, with brown hair and light eyes, slim like Camila, who wouldn’t stop looking at us. I pointed her out and he told me I had good taste.

“Your wife is really hot, but a little prudish,” he said in my ear. “We’ll fix that today with Natalia, and you’ll thank me later.”

I laughed, nervous, because I suspected he was right. The girl kept watching us and said something to a couple of friends. Andrés called the waiter over, and a little later they brought them some complimentary drinks “from us.” I blushed. Then I leaned toward him.

“I’d like Natalia to fuck Camila,” I told him. “See if you can convince her.”

“Consider it done,” he replied, and laughed.

***

The girls took a while. When they came back, Camila looked serious. She sat next to Andrés, who hugged her, and she was complaining to him about something in his ear that I couldn’t make out. Natalia, beside me, was caressing my leg to distract me. Suddenly she took out her phone and asked me to move the cursor on the screen. As I did, I heard her let out a soft moan by my ear. She parted her legs a little and showed me: she had put in a remote-controlled vibrator.

That’s when I understood Camila’s stifled cry. Andrés slid his finger across his own screen and my wife writhed in the chair. She had one just like it, and he was the one controlling it.

I didn’t know what to think. On one hand I saw my wife shudder while Andrés laughed; on the other, Natalia was asking me to play with her. I started moving the cursor and a shiver ran through me until I was completely hard. Then Natalia took Camila by the hand and led her to the dance floor. They danced alone, whispering to each other, while we activated the controls and they bounced and moaned, clinging to each other. The girl with the light eyes watched them, intrigued, and that turned me on even more.

Before coming back, Natalia took Camila’s face in both hands and gave her a tender kiss on the lips that caught her by surprise. Andrés activated the control at that exact moment and Camila pulled away, turning to call him an idiot through laughter.

***

The afternoon went on with games. Using the controls we made them moan the whole time, and that had them getting more and more excited. Camila relaxed until she was touching her own tits and caressing herself over the dress, without the shame she’d had before. When I went out dancing with Natalia, Andrés activated her vibrator and she would cling to my neck.

“If we keep this up, I’m going to climb on top of you on the table so everyone can see you fucking me,” she whispered. “Take my tits out here on the dance floor or I’ll take them out myself.”

We kissed while I groped her without caring who was watching. From the dance floor I could see Andrés sucking Camila’s tits and fingering her shamelessly. When we came back, Natalia intercepted my wife and kissed her again, now with lust, and Camila didn’t reject her: she kissed her back.

We sat down again. Natalia took the phone Andrés had left on the table and, with deft fingers, made Camila vibrate right there on the dance floor. My wife shuddered, looking around for whoever was controlling her, and when she discovered it was Natalia she clung to Andrés and kissed him while an obvious orgasm shook her in front of everyone. The excitement made her forget where she was: she started rubbing her pussy against Andrés right there, and he pulled out her tits to grope them in public.

***

I could hardly believe it. I had never seen Camila so exhibitionist, enjoying being groped in front of the guys who didn’t miss a thing. At that moment I felt Natalia’s mouth on my cock: she had pulled it out and, from the side, was giving me the best blowjob of my life. I stretched out a hand to caress her cunt while with the other I moved the vibrator’s cursor, making her moan.

I met my wife’s eyes, and she was still being groped and smiling at me with shameless pleasure. Like an automaton, I took the phone and started making hers vibrate. I watched her take Andrés by the hand and bring him over to the table, not bothering to cover her tits. When he got there and saw what Natalia was doing to me, he fixed me with a filthy look, bit his lip, and gave me a tongue kiss unlike any he’d given me before.

“I feel so hot and so slutty that I also want to suck Andrés off,” she whispered in my ear, “and then give Natalia a kiss with your taste in my mouth.”

It was the hottest thing she had ever said to me in our whole relationship. She sat on the table and started sucking Andrés off with a frenzy I’d never known her to have. I couldn’t stop watching her. He stopped her, whispered something to her, and she, biting her lips, leaned back in the chair and pulled her dress up so he could penetrate her. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. From our angle we could see everything head-on; everyone else only saw the movement.

I touched Natalia’s head to get her to look. When she lifted her face, her expression said everything.

“Your wife’s really letting go now,” she whispered in my ear. “I love seeing it. I can’t stand how badly I want to lick her all over.”

***

We kept watching them and hearing Camila moan for a good while. Then Natalia leaned over and rubbed her tits in my wife’s face. Without thinking, I pulled Natalia’s dress down and started licking her from behind. The girl with the light eyes watched us with lust, but she hadn’t told anyone. We exchanged a knowing look and I kept going.

Natalia started licking Camila’s tits. Watching her suck and bite them was incredible. I lowered the leg she had resting on the chair and fucked her from behind, hearing her moan with every thrust. I caught Andrés’s eye, and he held out his fist in a gesture of victory. I bumped it: I was enjoying it too.

I felt Camila’s tongue on my cock, and I knew she was licking Natalia too, because Natalia jerked and pressed her pussy against my wife’s face. It was incredible: I was fucking Natalia while Camila licked both of us, until Natalia latched onto Camila’s clit and ripped an orgasm out of her that splashed all over us. She didn’t stop licking a single drop.

I had to step outside to catch my breath. Natalia sat literally on Camila’s face, and Camila licked her while still moving against Andrés. Minutes later, Natalia came in her mouth. My wife tried to pull away, but all she managed was to smear all the sex on her face.

Just when I thought that would be the end of it, Andrés lifted her without pulling out and they stayed seated, him in the chair and her on top, moving toward the center of the table so only their bare shoulders showed.

***

Natalia asked me to sit beside them and climbed on top of me in the same pose. She took a phone to make Camila vibrate, and Camila moaned nonstop, while I handed the other one to my wife. Without hesitation, she started stimulating Natalia and me. The sight of her like that drove me to the edge. When I was about to come, Natalia bent down to suck me, and Andrés made Camila do the same. The two of them, side by side, were sucking us both at once.

I came into Natalia’s mouth with a groan. Andrés came into Camila’s, and this time she didn’t pull away: she took it all and turned to look me in the eye to make sure I hadn’t missed a thing. As a cherry on top, he took Natalia’s face in his hands and they melted into a kiss in which their tongues mixed everything each of them had. Watching it made me hard again.

I was breathing hard, thinking I might faint. I looked around to see if anyone had seen us and there she was, the looker, off to one side of the stage, observing everything. Andrés noticed it too. Camila and Natalia kissed one last time, more softly, and started getting dressed as if nothing had happened.

***

I needed to go to the bathroom. We agreed the men would go first to give them time to get themselves together. Andrés stayed a little longer at the table, so I went in alone. I started to pee and, when I looked up, the girl with the light eyes was in the doorway, watching me. The flow cut off: no one had ever looked at me like that before.

“The hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life was the way you fucked your wife in the chair,” she said.

“She wasn’t my wife,” I replied, cynically.

Her eyes went wide. She came in, took my cock in her hand, and asked me to keep peeing, that she wanted to hold it. When I finished, she shook it a couple of times and bent down to suck it. I would never have imagined it. She looked me in the face until she made me come all over her. She stood up, told me her name was Valeria, handed me her phone so I could type in my number, and left without saying another word.

I waited a few minutes, not believing what had happened, and went back to the table still in shock. The punch came when I saw the two of them, Camila and Natalia, sucking Andrés off at the same time, taking turns as if I had just arrived. For the first time all afternoon I felt uncomfortable, annoyed. I stood there watching while he came on both their faces and Camila cleaned his cock as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Then they went to the bathroom with a kiss, and I sat down to have a drink and try to put things back together in my head.

***

My wife had used a remote vibrator for the first time, had let herself be stripped on the dance floor and lie down so she could be fucked in front of everyone. I drank a couple of drinks, feeling that everything had spun out of control. But I couldn’t blame her for anything: I had allowed it. Not only had I let another man use her; I had used his wife and let a stranger suck me off in the bathroom. And I had liked it.

When Natalia came back, she took me out to dance. I told her how I felt.

“I don’t know when things got so out of control. I think I’m losing her. I feel like I made a mistake.”

“Silly boy, you didn’t lose her,” she whispered in my ear, caressing the nape of my neck. “You gained a bitch in heat who’s going to make your sex life the envy of any man. Don’t be jealous: when we get back, I’ll organize a night with another young couple and you’ll see how everything changes.”

She kissed me with a sensuality I had only ever felt from her. Behind us, Camila was letting Andrés pamper her.

“You’re such a hot, sensual slut that I can’t say no to you,” I blurted out, and we both laughed.

***

When we got back to the table, Camila was already on her third margarita and two glasses of whiskey. She was very drunk. She came to sit on my lap and kissed me, euphoric.

“Baby, thanks for letting me eat another cock,” she whispered. “I loved getting fucked right here and seeing how you looked at me. You agreed that today I’m Andrés’s until tomorrow at noon.”

I looked at her, bewildered.

“And you want that to happen?”

“Of course I want him to keep fucking me and teaching me how to enjoy it,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You have no idea how much I’ve loved feeling desired by other men.”

A shiver ran through me. We decided it was time to head back to the chalet, but first we stopped at a place serving broth to sober up a bit. By the time we left it was past midnight. As I came out of the restroom there, Natalia was waiting for me at the door; she put a pill in my mouth and, when I was about to spit it out, she took my chin and kissed me, passing the liquid into my mouth.

“Relax, I’m not drugging you,” she whispered in my ear. “You’ll thank me later.”

***

Since I was the soberest, they gave me the keys. Natalia sat in front; Camila and Andrés in back. The moment we pulled off, they started kissing and groping each other. In the rearview mirror I could see Andrés leaving her tits bare and fingering her. The vibrators had already run out of battery after hours of use. Natalia bared herself too and, bending down, pulled out my cock and sucked me while I drove and caressed her breasts.

At a red light, Camila took off her dress and climbed on top of Andrés facing him, riding him between phrases I had never heard from her before. A car full of guys and girls followed us for a good stretch, watching the scene; they shouted things at her and she, far from being embarrassed, squeezed her tits and stuck out her tongue at them. Natalia joined in, touching herself with her legs up on the dashboard.

I got scared we might get pulled over. With Natalia’s mouth no longer distracting me, I sped up and lost them at an intersection, just as we reached the gate of the chalet. The guard lifted the barrier and caught only a glimpse of what was happening as we passed in front of him. I kept going and didn’t stop until we got to the house, knowing the night was only just beginning.