What My Husband Set Up for Us in the Last Row of the Cinema

Tomás came home from work that afternoon with the smile I already knew by heart, the one that always came with the phrase “I’ve got an idea for tonight.” We’d spent months playing along with his ideas, and I’d learned to distrust the word “cinema” when it came out of his mouth, because it was never just cinema.

—We’re going to the mall —he said, pouring me a glass of wine—. It’s been ages since we saw a film together.

A film. Right.

He told me how to dress, as always. Stockings with the crotch open, a miniskirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs, and a tight sweater that outlined my breasts with almost vulgar precision. The coat hid everything, and it would keep hiding it until the exact moment he decided to take it off.

—And what film is it? —I asked, knowing I didn’t care about the answer.

—One you haven’t heard of. The theater’s going to be empty.

There was the real idea. The empty theater.

When we got in the car, Tomás added the second detail as casually as if he were commenting on the weather: we were picking up Javier. I was still annoyed with him from the week before, when he’d promised me an afternoon alone and then vanished without a call. I didn’t say anything. My husband stared at the road with that boyish look he got when he was setting up a prank and waiting for the reward.

Javier climbed into the back seat smelling of freshly applied cologne. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek that lasted a second too long, and I immediately felt his hand settle on the back of my neck, pretending it was accidental. The asshole knew exactly what was cooking that night, and even so he hadn’t called me all week.

***

We ate quickly at a bar in the mall. Tomás insisted we order beer, several rounds, until I could feel my face getting hot and my tongue loosening. When we already had the tickets, he handed them to Javier and made up an excuse so the two of us could go in alone.

—I’ll wait inside. I need to use the bathroom.

He said it without looking at me. We were standing at the theater door like we were a couple, and Javier still couldn’t quite decide where to put his hands. The usher barely looked up when I handed over the tickets.

The theater was almost empty, just as Tomás had promised. I counted six people, all scattered in the front rows, none of them looking back. We sat in the seats at the back, in the corner against the wall. My husband arrived five minutes later, settled into the opposite side, against the wall, and left me in the middle.

—Perfect —he whispered, and he wasn’t referring to the seating arrangement.

The film began with an extremely long shot of a river or something like it; I didn’t pay attention. Tomás waited exactly two minutes before sliding his hand under my skirt. He lifted it high enough to leave my cunt exposed, and started stroking me with two fingers, slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.

I stared at the screen without seeing it. I could feel his hand going up and down, the way he slid his fingers in and out, the way he then brought them to my mouth for me to suck. Javier watched out of the corner of his eye, pretending to be interested in the movie, but his breathing was already different.

—Pull your skirt up to your waist —Tomás murmured—. I want you sitting on the seat with your ass naked.

I obeyed. I lifted myself a couple of inches, gathered the skirt at my waist, and let myself sink down onto the cold leather. Then he lifted my sweater himself, until my breasts were bare. The light spilling from the screen lit them in intervals: white, then black, then white again.

—I’m going to get us something to drink —said Tomás—. Switch seats in the meantime so I don’t have to get up when I come back.

I nodded toward Javier as soon as my husband crossed the door. I sat up naked in that dim light, my legs trembling a little, and moved to the seat pressed against the wall. Javier slid into mine. He didn’t wait even two seconds before going for my mouth.

***

He kissed me like it might be the last time he ever would. He groped everything he could: my tits, my thighs, my cunt with two fingers, then three. He was fucking me with them to the rhythm of the movie’s music, slowly, his head tilted toward the screen in case someone turned to look at us.

—Did you know what was going to happen tonight? —I whispered in his ear while I fumbled for his belt with clumsy fingers.

—I thought we were coming to see a fishing canoe.

I almost laughed against his neck. Tomás was never subtle when he set up one of his games, but apparently Javier preferred to keep pretending until the very last second. I pulled his cock out of his pants. It was hard, too hard for someone who “didn’t know anything,” and when I ran my hand over the head I felt the first drop of fluid. I collected it with my thumb, brought it to my mouth, and showed it to him on my tongue.

—You like making me wait —I murmured—. On Thursday I told you you could come to the house. I told you what time I’d be alone. And I’m still waiting.

Javier didn’t answer. He kissed me again, harder, and shoved his fingers back into me. I couldn’t tell whether it was an apology or a change of subject.

The bastard has this and he still hesitates.

He suddenly asked me whether I liked people seeing me like this, naked, letting myself be touched in public places. He said it sarcastically, not as a real question. He wanted to gauge how much shame I had left after that afternoon at the picnic area. I answered in a very low voice that I preferred doing it in a house, but that he was afraid to meet me alone and only dared do it when Tomás was there. He stammered something about not wanting to bother me, about not knowing whether I felt like it. I told him that the conversation we were having, with his fingers all the way to the last knuckle inside me, was already answer enough.

When Tomás came back with the drinks, I had pulled my sweater back down over my breasts. He noticed immediately.

—Why did you cover yourself up?

—Because your friend’s embarrassed to be seen with me naked.

Javier opened his mouth to protest, but Tomás beat him to it.

—Fuck, Javier, in the end Carla’s right when she says you don’t want to meet up with her because she’s too much woman for you. I hand her to you on a plate and you ask her to cover up. If the old guys from pétanque catch her, they’ll send her back with every hole fucked.

The mention of the old men hit me like a bucket of ice water. The afternoon at the park, my husband and me alone. And within twenty-four hours he’d already told Javier about it. Or worse: he’d shown him.

Javier didn’t say a word. Tomás slipped his hand under my sweater again and went on from where he’d left off, while the movie moved forward with long shots of landscapes nobody was watching. I came silently before the quarter-hour mark; I clenched my teeth so as not to moan, but I arched my back enough for my husband to know what he’d just caused. And for Javier to know it too.

***

—Come on, Javier —Tomás whispered once I’d calmed down—. You’ve got her really worked up. Take her to the bathroom and fuck her there.

I thought he was dying to say yes. But his cock was already softening again, and he babbled something about us getting caught, that better not, that it wasn’t the right time anyway. I looked at him without hiding it. I had a coward sitting to my right, and a husband who in five minutes had turned that cowardice into a public humiliation.

I suggested we leave the cinema. Tomás agreed reluctantly and went out first. I pulled my clothes back on as best I could in the darkness, and before Javier stood up I put a hand on his knee.

—Relax. This isn’t going to be left half-finished.

***

In the car, Tomás insisted that the two of us sit in the back. The road was empty and he turned on the dome light “to drive better.” Any excuse to see me in the rearview mirror.

—Take your clothes off —he said—. You’ll be more comfortable.

—But Javier’s embarrassed to see me naked —I replied, with the most innocent smile I could fake.

—Fuck, Javier, then you won’t be able to come to the beach next year. You already saw on the videos how much Carla likes to spend all day in the buff.

The bait worked. Javier reacted at last: he said he didn’t mind, that I was making that up. I let out the laugh I’d been holding all night, and in front of both of them I took off my skirt and sweater. The stockings and shoes stayed where they were.

I pulled down his pants with both hands. His cock sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, hard again, and I could feel it throbbing between my fingers. I lowered my head to suck it for a second, no more, just enough to wet it, and immediately climbed on top of him.

—Slowly —I asked in his ear—. My husband’s watching you.

Tomás was driving along a perfectly empty straight road. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see mine reflected in the back window every time we passed under a streetlamp. A face that was no longer mine: it was the face of someone who was finally being allowed to do what she wanted without having to hide it.

Javier was sucking one of my breasts so hard I could feel the mark he was leaving. Tomás saw it in the mirror and said:

—He’s going to milk your tits dry, Javier. More gently.

—Baby —I panted—. That’s why you made me take my clothes off. Let me enjoy it.

His hands were gripping my ass and guiding my hips. I felt, with that strange clarity you only ever feel in moments like that, how one of his fingers was looking for my other hole. He didn’t need much to get in. It was the first time he’d done it with Tomás present, and the image hit me with a rush of filthy excitement: me being penetrated both ways, in the back seat, my husband driving and watching me every three seconds.

The smell of sex mixed with the car’s interior. My movements sped up. Javier asked where I wanted him to come, and the answer came out before I could think it.

—Inside. But ask louder.

He repeated it aloud, his breathing broken. Tomás answered for me from the wheel: he could come wherever he wanted, that it was all his that night. I felt the first spurt, then the second, then an orgasm of my own on top of his, and this time I let the moans out unfiltered.

***

Tomás parked on a side track. The three of us got out, me wearing only the stockings and shoes, my legs still trembling. The night was freezing, but the cold felt far away, almost like it belonged to someone else.

My husband pressed me against the car’s hood, spread my legs with his knee, and shoved into me hard. I could feel Javier’s mixture still inside me, and I could also feel how Tomás used it to slide in better. He tugged on my nipples, squeezed my ass, gave me a couple of slaps that made me arch against the cold metal.

—Look how well your friend left her —he told Javier, without looking at him—. What a load this cunt got out of you. And there’s still room for more.

Javier was smoking, leaning against the passenger-side door. He didn’t say anything. Every time I turned my head looking for him, I found him staring with the serious face of someone who has just understood something he didn’t want to understand. I didn’t care. His silence was the prize for Tomás, and my prize was that silence turned into another orgasm.

My husband finished inside me. He pulled out, turned me around, shoved his fingers in to gather the mixture, and put them in my mouth. I licked them clean without looking away from Javier. Not to provoke him, but because I wanted to make it clear, without words, that the next time he hesitated to call me, he’d remember that image.

I lit the cigarette Javier offered me, still naked against the hood. The smoke tangled with the breath of our exhalations. Tomás was laughing to himself, buttoning his pants.

—Well, Javier. You’ve got no excuse now. He just told me in front of you that she’s at your disposal.

Javier nodded without opening his mouth. I held his gaze a second longer than necessary. Then I got dressed, slowly, feeling how my legs were still asking for a rest they weren’t going to get.

On the way back, my husband asked if Javier had already decided where he was going to take me for his birthday. Apparently, the proposal was still on. Javier muttered something evasive. Tomás looked at me in the rearview mirror, smiled, and let the question hang in the car like a promise neither of them intended to break.