What Happened When We Got Back from the Concert with Another Couple

It all started a few months ago, when my wife and I went out with another couple to see a band we all liked. Before the concert we had dinner at an Italian place downtown and, between the wine at dinner and the beers that came after, the four of us were already pretty loose. Marina and Gonzalo were friends we’d only known for a short time, the kind of recent friendship that still has the spark of something new.

The concert was a furnace. Lots of people, lots of heat, and we were pushing our way through the crowd with a plastic cup in our hand that kept getting refilled on its own. When it ended and the venue started emptying out, none of us felt like the night should end there.

—What if we keep going at home with a quiet drink? —Marina suggested.

Nobody said no.

***

In the living room at home we opened another bottle and spread out on the sofas. We started talking about anything and everything, but the alcohol wore down our defenses and, almost without meaning to, we ended up playing one of those question games that only show up when no one’s sober anymore.

—Come on, one real one —Gonzalo said, pointing at me with his glass—. How many women had you hooked up with before you got married?

I was laughing and kept drinking. Each round took us one step further: the questions went from funny to intimate, from intimate to provocative. My wife, sitting next to me, squeezed my knee every time she poured me another drink.

—Enough already. Nobody’s waking you up tomorrow —she whispered to me.

I ignored her. I was at that point where everything seems like a good idea.

—Last question —Marina said, staring straight at me—. Would you hook up with someone of your own sex just to prove it didn’t matter to you?

She was saying it like a bluff, sure I’d back down. And with my pride fired up by the wine, the worst or best answer occurred to me. I leaned across the table, grabbed Gonzalo by the back of the neck, and gave him a tongue kiss that lasted longer than anyone expected.

When I pulled away, the four of us were silent for a second. Then we burst out laughing.

—That doesn’t count, you two wouldn’t dare —I said, pushing things a little further.

Marina and my wife looked at each other. And not to be outdone, they kissed. But theirs wasn’t a bluff kiss. It was long, slow, with their hands finding each other. At one point I saw Marina’s hand brush my wife’s thigh, slide slowly upward, and linger right where it shouldn’t linger between two people who had just met.

This is getting out of hand, I thought. And the idea, far from stopping me, turned me on.

***

Their kiss went on and on and I kept drinking, unable to look away. Until my wife noticed the glass in my hand again and came after me once more.

—Seriously, enough. You’re going to pay for this tomorrow.

Something in me, too drunk and too stubborn, snapped sideways. I got up suddenly, said something stupid out loud, and went to the bedroom slamming the door behind me. I threw myself on the bed fully dressed and, with the room spinning, fell asleep almost immediately.

I don’t know how long I slept. I checked the alarm clock on the nightstand when I woke up: barely fifteen minutes. What pulled me out of sleep were some noises coming from the living room. Muffled voices, a creak from the sofa, breathing that wasn’t conversation.

I got up with a dry mouth and walked down the dark hallway. The living room door was ajar. What I saw left me rooted to the spot.

They had pushed the coffee table aside. Marina was lying back on the cushions with her hips raised, and my wife, kneeling in front of her, was holding her legs against her chest while she devoured her with no shame at all. And behind my wife, gripping her by the waist, was Gonzalo, thrusting into her slowly.

My head was spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The only one who saw me was Marina. She didn’t get scared. She held my gaze and smiled, like someone who’d been waiting for you to show up for a while.

I took a step forward to see better. Gonzalo spread my wife’s ass and fucked her from behind with a slowness that made her arch. Right then he lifted his head, found me in the doorway, and went still for a moment.

—Sorry —he said, almost voiceless.

But he didn’t stop. And to my surprise, I didn’t want him to stop either.

I walked over to where my wife was still with her mouth pressed to Marina’s cunt. She lifted her eyes to me and, without stopping what she was doing, spoke to me between gasps.

—You got mad over nothing —she said—. And you were going to miss this.

She lowered her head again. There was no reproach in her voice, just some kind of calm challenge. As if she were giving me the chance to choose.

***

I chose to stay. I decided that it belonged to me too.

I pulled my pants down without taking my eyes off Marina, who was still smiling at me from the sofa. I moved close to her face and offered myself to her. She took me into her mouth with a no-fake-it kind of appetite, sucking me slowly at first and then without restraint, while I held her by the hair and felt every minute I’d spent lying angry in bed turn stupid.

When I was about to finish, I pulled away. I didn’t want it to end that soon. I went around the sofa until I was beside Gonzalo and slid under my wife.

—Both at once —I told him, looking him in the eye.

He understood immediately. He guided me in first, slowly, and then settled himself. Gonzalo was well endowed, and my wife protested at first, biting her lip, until her body gave in and we both entered her rubbing against each other. We started moving with an awkward rhythm that little by little found its cadence. She buried her face in Marina’s neck and stopped protesting.

Marina, meanwhile, had gotten up. I saw her pick up the phone from the table and start filming us, circling the sofa, looking for the angle. Knowing it was being recorded only made me hotter, far from turning me off.

***

Gonzalo came first. He pulled out with a rough groan and, almost by inertia, moved toward Marina offering himself to her. She made a face of disgust and pushed him away with her hand.

—No way —she laughed—. Not his.

Instead, she shoved him aside and took his place behind me. She eased me out of my wife, bent down, and took me back into her mouth, alternating: a while sucking me, a while running her tongue over my wife’s body, always coming back to me. On one of those swings she brought her mouth to my ear.

—Cum in my mouth —she asked me in a low voice—. Please.

It didn’t take long. When I felt it coming I grabbed her arm, she leaned in, and took everything without spilling a drop. But she didn’t swallow it right away. She sat up, found my wife’s mouth, and passed some of it to her. Then she came to mine and did the same, and only then did she swallow what was left, looking at me with a smile I wouldn’t soon forget.

Gonzalo had gotten up from the sofa. He moved toward my wife and she, still trembling, did to him something she almost never granted me. I watched without jealousy, only with a new curiosity, as if I were discovering the person I’d been sleeping beside for years.

Before stepping away, Marina leaned once more toward my ear.

—What I have with you will always be like this —she whispered—. Whenever you want, wherever you want.

***

What Marina said didn’t stay just a drunk line. I found that out the following week, at her daughter’s birthday, surrounded by balloons and people. At one point when everyone was off doing their own thing, she took me by the hand, led me to the bathroom, and locked the door behind us. No words were needed. I came out of there ten minutes later with my heart racing and her touching up her lipstick in the mirror as if nothing had happened.

But that night, the first one, still wasn’t over. After Marina went back to her place, my wife sat up, looked down at me, and, without asking permission, sat on my face.

—Your turn now —she ordered.

I obeyed happily. Gonzalo came closer and started working her body with his tongue while looking for mine, pressing them together over her skin. Marina had stayed to the side, watching everything with her phone already put away, enjoying her role as witness.

When my wife finished, with a tremor I felt in my legs, she collapsed beside me, exhausted. It took her a moment to catch her breath. Then she looked at the other two with a tired smile.

—I think that’s enough for today —she said.

Marina and Gonzalo gathered their things amid low laughter, kissed each of us at the door, and left as if we were saying goodbye after an ordinary dinner. My wife and I were left alone in the living room, half tidied, with the cushions on the floor and the empty bottle on the table.

We went to bed without saying much. Before turning off the light, she turned toward me.

—Next time don’t storm off angry —she said.

And we both knew there would be a next time.