She Watched Us From the Bed Next Door All Night

The cove was empty that afternoon, hidden at the end of a goat path that almost nobody on the island bothered to go down. Lorena was the first to take off her clothes, without warning, as if she’d been waiting all day for that permission. Bruna followed her with a laugh, and I had no choice but to get into the water just like them, with nothing on and my heart beating a little faster.

It was the first time the three of us had seen each other like that. What began as surprised faces, sidelong glances, and jokes to cover our embarrassment turned, within minutes, into something else. Trust, yes, but also a current of horny curiosity nobody said out loud.

We spent a couple of hours between swims and long silences under the sun. When the heat began to ease, we got dressed and went back to the car. Halfway there we stopped at a roadside bar someone had recommended to us, a terrace with plastic chairs and sea views, to rehydrate with some cold beers and decide what to do that night.

—A day of doing nothing feels so good —Lorena said, stretching in her chair.

—Honestly, yeah, but I’m shattered —I admitted—. The beach drains me.

—Well, I feel like partying —Bruna chimed in—. We could have dinner and then go have a few cocktails down at the harbor.

—Do whatever you want, girls —I replied—. I’ll wait for you at the apartment, much more comfortably.

***

On the way back, after going over every plan, the final decision was simple: the three of us would have dinner together at a nearby tavern, and then they’d go out while I called it a night. And that’s how the night flowed, just as it should have. Fresh fish, a bottle of white wine that slowly started to do its work, and two women who were especially beautiful that night.

When we finished, I said goodbye to Lorena with a long kiss, the kind that isn’t entirely appropriate at a restaurant table. She played along and, while kissing me, slid her hand over my jeans and squeezed with no attempt to hide it.

—Hey, that’s not fair —Bruna protested in a joking tone, and gave me a quick peck, almost childish.

—There you go —Lorena laughed—. Your loss for going off to sleep.

Maybe I was missing out.

But fatigue won. I got back to the apartment, took a shower, and let the warm water wash off the salt and the drowsiness. Then I stretched out on the sofa, switched on the TV without really watching it, and started messing around on my phone, answering messages halfheartedly. From the stories Bruna posted, I could see they were still out somewhere, drink in hand, laughing with strangers at a blue-lit bar.

At some point I gave in, went to bed, and fell into a heavy sleep. I don’t know how long passed before some clumsy noises pulled me out of it. Instinctively I got up to check what was going on, and it was the two of them, trying not to make a sound and succeeding at the exact opposite: stumbles, muffled laughter, a chair scraping across the floor.

—Shit, you scared the life out of me —I snapped, half annoyed, leaning against the doorway—. Could you possibly make any more noise?

—Sorry, sweetheart —Lorena said, looking me up and down with a smile that wasn’t really apologetic—. We didn’t mean to wake you. And thanks for the welcome, by the way.

—Sorry, sorry —Bruna added, putting her hands together—. After how much we’ve missed you… Don’t be mad at us.

—Come on, then. Because I love you, otherwise… —I left the threat hanging—. I’m going back to bed.

***

I had barely lain down again when Lorena came into the room. I heard her close the door softly, heard the rustle of fabric as it fell to the floor.

—You’re really sure you’d rather sleep without me? —she whispered in my ear.

She took my hand and guided it, unhurried, between her legs. She was wet, ready, as if the whole night had been one long prelude. Sleep vanished in an instant.

I started touching her while she bit my neck, and I felt my body respond with a urgency I hadn’t felt in a long time. My fingers moved inside her effortlessly, and her breathing grew shorter, more broken. She lay fully back, spread her legs, and pulled my hair downward.

I went down on her. My tongue gave her exactly what she was looking for, slowly at first, then with more insistence. Her moans were impossible to hold back, and frankly neither of us made the slightest effort to hold them back. The silence of the early hours filled with her voice. At one point, her whole body tensed and she came all over my face with a shudder that made it clear to me the pleasure was very real.

Without saying a word, she pushed me up and took my cock into her mouth. I didn’t want to finish yet; I was too turned on for it to end that soon. I gently moved her aside, got her on all fours, and started pounding into her like I hadn’t touched her in months. I was fully aware of the racket we were making against the headboard. I didn’t care, and neither did Lorena, if the way she arched her back was anything to go by.

It was during one of those pauses, while we caught our breath, that we heard it. The walls in that apartment were paper-thin, and from the room next door, our guest’s room, unmistakable moans were coming through.

—Sweetheart —I murmured—. Bruna didn’t come here with someone, did she?

—Not that I know of —Lorena replied, barely containing her laughter—. And if she did, she hid it very well. Wait, I’m going back.

***

I watched her leave, naked and shameless, and cross the hallway. She didn’t quite close the door. From the bed, in the half-light, I managed to see her open Bruna’s room and stand there for a second in the doorway.

—Fuck —I heard Lorena say, without a shred of embarrassment—. I’d apologize for interrupting, but we thought you were with someone. Even I’m getting turned on by those moans.

—Well, look at the welcome you’re giving him —Bruna replied, her voice hoarse—. You’ve got me worked up to hell and back and I’ve been like this all day. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

There was a brief, charged silence. And then the sentence that changed everything.

—If you want to finish, I’ll let you watch us —Lorena said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world—. I don’t think he’ll mind.

Hearing that sent a shiver all the way down my spine. A different kind of horny excitement from anything I’d felt before. It wasn’t the idea of a threesome that had my pulse racing, but something more specific and stranger: the idea of someone watching me, of being looked at while I was with my partner.

The door opened again. Lorena came in, tugging Bruna by the hand, and with a blunt “we’ve got an audience” she left her leaning against the dresser, facing the bed. Then she knelt again between my legs and took my cock into her mouth without taking her eyes off mine.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from our spectator. Bruna had stayed standing a couple of meters away, with her back against the wall and one hand slowly moving over her own body. She didn’t touch, didn’t come closer. She just watched. And that distance, that boundary none of the three of us intended to cross, was exactly what made the scene unbearably hot.

On one hand I wanted to ask her to join in. On the other, I felt a new, electric current at knowing that every movement I made was being watched, judged, desired from the shadows. I wanted her not to get bored. We did everything we could think of for a good while, no script, changing positions only so she’d have a better angle.

When Lorena climbed on top of me and started moving slowly, she turned her head toward Bruna and held her gaze. The two friends looked at each other with a complicity I could only guess at, an old code between them in which I was, for once, the object and not the subject. That thought drove me to the edge.

Bruna was the first to give in. Braced against the wall, her breathing shattered and her eyes rolled back, she came silently at first and then with a long moan, never taking her eyes off us for a single second. Watching her finish just from looking was more than I could take. Lorena noticed, leaned over me, and finished me off with her hand and her mouth until I exploded with an intensity that left me empty.

The three of us stayed still for a few seconds, catching our breath, looking at one another with that strange feeling of having crossed a border together and that absolutely nothing was wrong. Lorena was the one who broke the silence with a slap on the mattress.

—Come on —she said—. There’s plenty of room.

And we made space for our favorite voyeur, not to go again, but simply to sleep, the three of us packed tight in a too-small double bed, with the first light slipping through the blinds.

That’s how the remaining days on the island went by, between afternoons at the empty cove and nights when the thrill of watching and being watched slowly became a habit. We never talked about it in the daylight; it was a silent pact that only existed when the lights went out. And although I didn’t know what would be left of all that when we returned to routine, that dawn taught me something about myself I hadn’t expected: that sometimes the greatest desire isn’t in what you touch, but in the eyes watching you from the other side of the room.