1. The Unexpected Guest

The apartment in Lisbon had an extra room and a mortgage that didn’t fit my salary. That’s how I explained it to Luciana, and that’s how she agreed to rent it out. Neither of us mentioned the other part: I wanted to see her with another man.

Luís arrived on a Saturday morning, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a smile that said it all. Thirty-two years old, broad shoulders, that Portuguese accent that dragged the vowels like every word was an invitation. He shook my hand firmly, hers gently, and I noticed he held her fingers a second longer than necessary.

— "Take the back room," I said. "The bathroom is shared. I hope that’s not a problem."

— "It never is," he replied, looking straight at me.

I closed his bedroom door and stood in the hallway, my heart pounding as if I had just signed a contract with no way back.

2. The Panty Game

I started small. One of Luciana’s panties left on the edge of the laundry basket instead of inside. Then, on the bathroom clothesline, right where his towel hung. Then, on the hallway floor, two steps from his bedroom door, as if it had fallen from the clean laundry pile.

She complained once.

— "Guilherme, there’s one of my panties in the middle of the hallway."

— "It must have fallen."

— "Twice in the same week?"

She looked at me longer than the question required. She didn’t repeat it. It was the first time I was sure she knew. And the first time she chose not to say anything.

The following Thursday, I found the yellow panty folded in a way Luciana never folded, left on the edge of the washing machine. I picked it up. It was stiff in one spot, and it wasn’t water. I stood there in the laundry room with it in my hand, listening to his shower running on the other side of the wall. He had the nerve to return it.

I put it back exactly as it was.

From then on, I didn’t need to invent anything. I just had to not get in the way.

3. The Night of Wine and Confessions

One hot night, Luciana walked through the living room in a miniskirt and a thin blouse, no bra, going to get water. Luís was on the couch, pretending to watch a game on TV. He didn’t look away when she passed. He didn’t look away when she came back. He didn’t look away even when I stared at him staring.

She closed our bedroom door and stood with her back to me, taking off her earrings.

— "He keeps looking," she said.

— "He does."

— "And you don’t say anything."

It was a statement, not a question. I lay down on my side of the bed, and Luciana sat on hers for a while, in the dark. I heard her laugh softly to herself before lying down. I didn’t ask what about.

His computer had a problem at the end of that week. He appeared in the kitchen with the look of someone who hates asking for favors.

— "It won’t start. I need to send some files for work tomorrow."

— "Take mine," I said, and went to get the laptop before he could refuse.

I spent fifteen minutes with the device on my lap before handing it over. I didn’t hide the photos. I left four of them in the images folder, between beach photos and car pictures, with common file names, right where anyone opening the folder would stumble upon them. Luciana naked on our bed, on her knees. Luciana laughing, her mouth still busy. These weren’t photos you could explain later.

I handed him the laptop and said goodnight.

He was different for two days. He greeted us less, looked more. Stopped talking when Luciana entered the room. On the third day, at the dinner table, I leaned in and kissed Luciana slowly in front of him, then told her to go ahead, that I’d be up soon. She stood, ran her hand through my hair, and left. Luís watched her all the way to the door, then looked down at his plate.

I stayed with him on the balcony, two beers in hand.

— "Relationships?" I asked.

— "Few. Three, maybe. Women, many. Relationships, few."

— "Portuguese women."

— "Portuguese women." He paused. "I’ve never been with a Brazilian."

— "Never?"

— "Never." He laughed, and the laugh came out too short. "That’s what you hear, isn’t it? That they’re different."

— "They’re hot," I said. "Very."

He drank. The balcony overlooked a courtyard where someone was washing dishes with the window open. I could hear the running water.

— "Can I tell you something?" He didn’t wait for an answer. "I have a problem with this. With sex. I think about it all day. It’s not vanity, it’s…" He searched for the word and gave up. "It’s a problem."

That’s when I knew I didn’t need to build anything else.

— "Luciana is in the bedroom," I said.

He stopped with the bottle halfway to his mouth.

— "What do you mean?"

— "She’s in the bedroom. Waiting." I let the silence fill the space. "She knows. She’s known from the beginning."

Luís set the bottle on the balcony floor with exaggerated care, as if he didn’t trust his own hand.

— "And you?" he asked. "Don’t you feel…" He made a vague gesture, covering jealousy, shame, everything. "Don’t you feel bad?"

— "I get turned on."

He stared at me for a long moment. I waited. I had already waited weeks; I could wait another minute.

— "The photos," he finally said, not taking his eyes off me. "On your laptop."

— "I know."

— "You left them there on purpose."

— "I did."

He exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh, and ran his hand over his mouth. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, and it wasn’t the voice of someone asking for forgiveness.

— "She’s beautiful, man."

— "She is," I said, standing up. "Come."

4. The Surrender

The bedroom was dark, but not dark enough to hide the outline of her body under the sheets. Luís stopped at the door, hesitant.

— "Come in," I said, giving him a slight push.

He approached the bed, his steps slow, as if stepping on sacred ground. Luciana lay on her side, her back to the door, wearing only panties and a bra. The thin fabric barely covered what mattered.

— "Lie down," I ordered.

He obeyed, lying next to her. For a second, nothing happened. Then, she moved as if waking up and pressed her ass against his cock. Luís held his breath.

— "She knows you’re here," I said, pulling the duvet to expose them both.

The scene was perfect: him in shorts and a T-shirt, her almost naked, molded against his body. She started grinding slowly, rubbing her ass against the growing bulge in his shorts. Luís groaned softly, his hands searching for something to hold onto.

— "Kiss her neck," I said.

He obeyed. His mouth found her skin, and Luciana arched her back, pushing her ass harder against him.

— "Now turn her over."

Luís hesitated, but Luciana didn’t. She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming in the dark, and pulled his head into a kiss. It wasn’t a shy kiss. It was the kiss of someone who knows what she wants, her tongue invading his mouth as if she already owned it.

I watched, my cock hard in my underwear, feeling the heat rise through my body. It was better than I had imagined.

Luís took off his T-shirt, revealing a hairy chest and strong arms. Luciana ran her nails down his chest, moving lower to his shorts, and pulled the waistband down. His cock sprang out, thick, heavy, already fully hard.

— "Suck," she ordered, pushing his head down.

Luís obeyed, swallowing my cock as if it were hers. The hot mouth, the skilled tongue, the lips pressing hard. I groaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard.

Luciana watched, her eyes fixed on him, a satisfied smile on her lips.

— "Now it’s my turn," she said, pushing him back and straddling him.

She didn’t take off her panties. She just moved the fabric aside and slid his cock inside her with a long moan. She started riding him slowly, her breasts swaying, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open.

— "Harder," she ordered.

Luís grabbed her hips and thrust hard, their moans mixing in the dark room.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I took off my clothes and knelt beside them.

— "Suck him," she said, pushing my head toward Luís’s cock.

I obeyed. I swallowed his cock to the back of my throat, tasting the salty pre-cum, the veins pulsing against my tongue. Meanwhile, Luciana kept riding him, her moans growing louder, more urgent.

— "I’m gonna cum," Luís warned, his voice hoarse.

— "Inside," she ordered. "I want to feel it."

And he came. He shot inside her with a long groan, his hands gripping Luciana’s hips tightly. She came with him, her body trembling, her mouth pressed against his.

When he pulled out, his cock still half-hard, dripping with their mixed fluids, Luciana turned to me.

— "Clean."

I didn’t hesitate. I knelt between her legs and licked every drop that dripped out, tasting his cum mixed with hers. Then, I swallowed Luís’s cock, cleaning him until nothing was left.

5. Luciana’s Domination

Luís collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Luciana stood up, naked, and walked to the bathroom. Before entering, she looked at me.

— "Come."

I followed her. She turned on the shower and pulled Luís under the water. He was still in his shorts, the wet fabric clinging to his body, his cock already showing signs of life again.

— "Take them off," she ordered.

He obeyed, letting the shorts fall to the shower floor. Luciana knelt in front of him, taking his half-hard cock in her mouth, sucking hard, as if proving she still had control.

— "Now it’s my turn," she said, standing up and turning her back to him. "Fuck me like I’m yours."

Luís didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed her against the shower wall and thrust into her from behind, his hands gripping her breasts tightly, their moans echoing in the bathroom.

I watched, my cock hard again, feeling the desire grow once more. Luciana looked at me over her shoulder, a mischievous smile on her lips.

— "Want to cum again?" she asked Luís.

— "Yes," he groaned.

— "Then cum in his mouth."

Luís pulled out of her and turned to me. I knelt in front of him, swallowing his already hard cock again, tasting Luciana’s pussy still on him. He came quickly this time, hot jets in my throat, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

When we finished, Luciana got out of the shower first, wrapping herself in a towel.

— "You two stay here," she said, looking at us with a smile. "We’re not done yet."

And she left, leaving the bathroom door open.

Luís looked at me, still panting.

— "She’s… intense."

— "She knows what she wants," I said, standing up. "And we obey."

The end