A New Game

The knock on the door paralyzed them both. The world of moans and caresses shattered in an instant. Lucy, with her heart in her throat, pulled away from Javier and fumbled for her clothes. She grabbed the yellow dress and put it on quickly, not even bothering to look for her bra. Her nipples, hard from the recent arousal, were clearly visible under the thin fabric. Javier, for his part, sat awkwardly on the bed, trying to hide his obvious erection.

"Come in," Lucy said, her voice trembling.

The door opened and Marco entered. The first thing that hit him was the smell. A thick, musky scent, the unmistakable smell of an aroused woman, permeated every corner of his own room.

He wanted to stop the situation, to yell at them, to kick Javier out. But then he saw Lucy. She was disheveled, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing ragged. He could tell how much of a good time she'd had. The image of her like that, added to the moans he had heard from the other side of the door, not only made him incredibly aroused; in his twisted logic, it confirmed that his girlfriend was being happy.

In his mind, he could only think that maybe this was the only way Lucy could be truly happy. But he also realized something else: he couldn't bear to be just an absent spectator. He wanted to be a part of this.

His first impulse was to kick Javier out and take Lucy for himself, to claim what was his. But an instinctive reasoning, a new and dark curiosity, stopped him. He let Javier continue to be there, seducing Lucy with his gaze. The three of them started talking about trivial things, but the atmosphere was tense. Lucy seemed visibly uncomfortable.

She felt ashamed. She didn't know how to explain to Marco that she had gone much further than she wanted to with Javier. She kept telling herself that at all times she was only imagining Marco, that it was for him. But, honestly, sometimes she would open her eyes just to see Javier devouring her breasts. Seeing him so active, so aggressive in his desire, made her feel incredibly sexy and desired.

Then, Marco made a decision that left them both frozen.

"I heard a little of what happened when I was outside," he confessed, his voice calm but firm. Lucy's face turned pale. "I'm not sure about all the details," he continued, looking directly at Javier. "But whatever happened, it has to remain a secret. Between the three of us. If I find out you say anything, I'll never allow this again."

That made Javier nervous, though not as much as Marco had expected. He just nodded, understanding the seriousness of the warning. Lucy, on the other hand, seemed much more worried, as if she feared what Marco would say next.

"So let's propose something," Marco said, suddenly becoming the director of the game. "One last game for the day."

He walked to the door, but didn't leave. "I'm going to leave the room and wait outside. I could be pressed against the door, listening. I could be in the living room, or in another room. That will be the challenge. Since it seems that you, Lucy, are more motivated knowing I'm not here, I won't tell you exactly where I'll be. But I won't be inside."

He looked at both of them, his eyes shining with a new and strange authority. "While I'm out, you two can do whatever you want. Anything. And the time will depend on me. I'll come in at any moment, without warning, and the instant I open the door, the game will stop. No matter what situation you're in."

He let the idea settle in the stale air of the room.

"And this," he concluded, "will be the game between the three of us whenever we're bored and decide to get together like this again."