The balcony of the wind
It was not an especially large floor, but its terrace was suspended over the city with a black iron rail that allowed to see the curve of the river. They lived there for seven years: Clara, thirty-eight, editor of an architecture magazine, and Diego, forty-one, professor of history at the university. They had spoken many times, in bed or as they lowered the blind, of opening the door to another person. It was always an idea that remained in the air, without date. Until Elena appeared.
Elena was forty-two, working in the same publishing house as Clara and used to stay for a drink after the meetings. She was tall, with a light brown hair that she had picked up in a low bow, and she used to wear comfortable clothes: linen shirts and jeans that barely marked her hip. One night in the rain Clara asked her if she wanted to have dinner. Elena accepted, and the second glass of wine began to tell that she had two years without a stable relationship because she did not want to repeat models that she already knew. She said that she was attracted to the idea of intimacy without possession. Clara remained silent for a few seconds and then nodded: “We have also thought about something like this, but we have never taken the step.”
At home, Clara and Diego repeated it quietly, measuring each other’s desire. They decided they wouldn’t take the step if they couldn’t talk everything to Elena before. So one Saturday afternoon they invited her to eat. They served rice with clams and a bottle of barbean. When the sun started to go down, Diego asked directly: “Would you like to spend a night with us both, with rules that we choose together?” Elena drank a sip before answering: “Yes, but I would like to know what you like and what you don’t, and that we can stop at any time.”
They put three chairs on the balcony, although the night was cool. Clara started by explaining that she liked to be watched while kissing Diego, but she needed Elena to tell her when she wanted to participate. Diego added that she was not interested in any pain, just the feeling that the two women’s hands would run through her body at the same time. Elena asked that no one assume that she would stay to sleep if she didn’t feel like it. She also said that she would love to have someone hold her wrists with a soft scarf, as long as she could release them with a word. They agreed to the word “wind.” If someone pronounced it, everything would stop. When they finished the list, the three people looked and smiled with a mixture of relief and expectation.
They fixed the next Saturday. Elena arrived at nine o’clock with a bottle of vermouth and a cream silk scarf. Diego closed the floor door and Clara lit the lower lamp of the room. No one jumped to kiss immediately. They sat down on the sofa, Elena in the center, and talked about small things: Clara’s last trip, the article Diego was writing about the bullring in Ronda. The tone of the voices went down little by little. It was Clara who broke the circle: she bowed and kissed Elena in the corner of her lips. Elena returned by turning her head. The kiss lasted just a few seconds, but it was enough for Diego to feel that the air in the room had changed.
They asked for the first contact to be just between the two of them. Diego leaned down on the couch, without taking off his shirt, and watched. Clara slowly unbuttoned the buttons on Elena’s shirt, revealing a skin that smelled like jasmine soap. Elena returned her gesture by removing Clara’s strap shirt. The two stayed on a bra, looking at each other. Elena asked, “Can I touch you here?” Clara nodded and Elena slipped her fingers through the clavicle to the top of her breasts. Clara closed her eyes. Diego breathed more slowly. When the two women kissed again, this time with the tongue, the wet sound filled the space between them.
Elena looked at Diego and held out her hand. He got up and approached him. Elena unbuttoned her shirt without haste, kissing every piece of skin she was discovering. Clara stood behind Diego and surrounded his waist with her arms, sticking her body to his. Diego felt the two women’s breath on the back and back. Elena lowered her hand to her belt and asked quietly, “Can I?” Diego replied yes. Elena released the buckle and put her zipper down. Diego was naked from the waist down. Elena took it in her hand, softly, measuring her erection, while Clara nibbled on her ear. Diego gasped. Elena smiled and asked, “Do you want Clara to see you inside my mouth?” Diego nodded. Elena knelt. Elena knelt, without letting her eyes loose, and surrounded it with her lips.
Clara placed herself next to Elena, caressing her partner’s hair as she watched the other woman’s mouth go up and down. She reached out and touched Elena’s chest over the bra. Elena groaned without letting go of Diego. The vibration swept through his limb and ripped off a louder groan. Clara then unbuttoned Elena’s bra and dropped the straps on her shoulders. Elena’s breasts were exposed, with her nipples erect. Clara bowed and licked them slowly, one hand on Elena’s neck and the other on Diego’s thigh.
Elena joined. She asked for them to move into the bedroom. The three went in. The bed was made of fresh cotton white sheets. Elena lay down in the center and Clara placed herself on top of her, kissing her. Diego stood side by side, kissing her partner’s neck and then Elena’s. The two women’s hands toured Diego’s back, lowered to his buttocks and pressed him against them. Diego felt the warmth of the two female bodies against her skin. Elena opened her legs and Clara settled in between them, rubbing slowly. Diego stepped aside a little to observe. She asked if she could touch Elena. She answered that yes, as long as Clara agreed. Clara turned and kissed Diego on her lips before answering: “Do it.”
Diego put his hand down between Elena’s legs. He found her wet. He introduced two fingers gently, turning them, feeling Elena open. Elena sighed and looked for Clara’s mouth. Clara kissed her partner while Diego moved her hand. After a few minutes, Elena asked to stop. She said she wanted Clara to sit on her face. Clara looked at Diego, who nodded. Clara strung around Elena, holding herself at the head of the bed. Elena licked her slowly, with her wide tongue, exploring each fold. Clara groaned and moved against Elena’s mouth. Diego stood behind Clara and kissed her spine while she was caressing her breasts. When Clara was close to the climax, she asked Diego to enter it. Diego stood on her knees and, after putting on a preservative, slowly introduced herself to Clara while Elena kept licking her. The three bodies moved in unison, searching for the rhythm that united them.
Elena asked to change. She placed herself on all fours, looking towards Clara. Clara lay down under her, kissing her. Diego stood behind Elena and asked, “Can I go in?” Elena replied, “Yes.” Diego entered her carefully, waiting for her to adapt. When Elena pushed back, Diego began to move. Clara, under her, touched Elena’s breasts and licked her nipples. Elena groaned with her mouth against Clara’s. The sound of the bodies was mixed with the cut breaths. Diego felt that Elena fell around him and knew that she was nearby. She asked if she wanted to stop. She refused with her head and asked her to continue. Clara held Elena’s hands against the sheet and kissed her more strongly. Elena came to orgasm with a long groan that lived against Clara’s mouth. Diego waited for Elena to relax before retiring.
Clara then placed herself on four legs, looking at Elena. Elena fell under Clara, in the same inverted position, and began licking her again. Diego went into Clara from behind, holding her hips. Clara gasped and moved against Elena’s tongue and against Diego’s member. Diego felt that Clara was approaching climax and increased speed. Clara came screaming Elena’s name, contracting around Diego. Diego waited for Clara to calm down and then asked if they could stop. The two women nodded. Diego retired and lay aside. Elena turned and kissed him on the lips, savoring Clara’s taste in her own mouth. Clara curled up against Elena’s back and surrounded her with an arm.
None of the three spoke for several minutes. The only sound was that of the ceiling fan and the breathing that slowly returned to its normal rhythm. Elena was the first to move. She joined and asked if they could open the window. Diego got up and rolled up the curtain. The fresh air of the night entered the room. Elena stood up and began to pick up her clothes. She asked if she cared if she would leave. Clara replied no, she understood that she wanted to sleep in her house. Elena approached the bed and kissed Clara on the forehead, then Diego on the cheek. She said that the night had been exactly what she needed. Before leaving, she stopped at the threshold and added: “If you ever want to repeat, you know where I am.” The door closed with a soft click.
Clara and Diego were left alone in bed. They looked at each other without talking for a while. Then Clara smiled and said that she had liked seeing Diego with Elena. Diego replied that she had enjoyed seeing Clara with her. They agreed that the next day they would talk about how they felt, but that for that night they only wanted to sleep. Diego turned off the light. Clara stuck to her back and placed a hand on her chest. Outside, the wind moved the leaves of the sidewalk tree. The balcony, empty, kept looking towards the river.
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