The House of Mirrors
Carmen had rented the farm for the whole weekend, but what really mattered to her was the back room. The entire walls were lined with antique mirrors that multiplied the candlelight and returned any gestures in endless repetitions. The owner had left the keys next to a handwritten note: “All reflections are welcome here.” She smiled and kept the message.
They arrived at sunset. First it was Jorge, his usual companion, who brought a bottle of white wine and a small linen bag with four silk scarves. Then Marta and Luis appeared, a couple for three years and recently inaugurated in these shared experiences. They greeted each other with long hugs and curious looks.
Before going to the living room, Carmen asked for a moment in the kitchen.
“Let’s repeat the rules again,” he said, holding a small notebook. “Each one has the right to a handkerchief color. Red: everything can happen. Yellow: we explore but we stop at the word “high.” Green: we only observe. Handkerchiefs are changed when you want, without explanation. Shall we continue?”
Marta adjusted her hair behind her ear.
"I'm still green at first. I want to see how you three look at each other.
Luis nodded.
—Red, but on the condition that no kisses in the mouth between the two of us. That limit is still standing.
Jorge lifted his red handkerchief and left it on the table.
- Red for me. And promises to stop if someone says the word of security. Carmen?
She smiled, opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of ice water with slices of cucumber and mint.
"I too am red. And I want you, if at any time someone needs to slow down, to say it loud and clear. No judgments.
They served the wine in carved glass cups and lowered the light. As they entered the mirror room, the multiple reflection returned to them four silhouettes that looked larger than in reality. Carmen placed four cushions in a circle on the thick carpet and turned off the last lamp. Only the candles remained.
They sat on the run, knees almost gnawing. For a while they talked about small things: the humidity of the field, the sound of crickets, the memory of the last time everyone had had a similar fantasy. The air became thicker. Carmen unbuttoned the first button of the linen shirt and let the red handkerchief peek out of her neck.
"I propose to start slowly," he said. "You tell what you would like them to do to you. Others listen and decide whether or not to go in.
Luis was the first.
"I'd like someone to undress me without touching my skin yet. Just clothes.
Marta let go of a soft laugh.
- I can do that from the green. Do you mind if it's me?
Luis denied with his head. She knelt in front of him and took off his shirt with precise movements, bending each garment before leaving it aside. Luis’ torso was exposed to the tremulous light of the candles; his nipples hardened by the fresh air. Carmen watched the reflection of the scene in the mirror on the left: four bodies that looked like eight, moving in slow motion.
Jorge raised his hand.
"I would like someone to tie my wrists with that yellow scarf, but not to completely immobilize me, just to feel the pressure.
Carmen grabbed the handkerchief and knelt behind him. He tied his wrists with a simple knot that Jorge could undo if he threw hard. The silk creaked. Jorge sighed, closed his eyes and let his head fall back to rest on Carmen’s shoulder. She grazed his neck with her lips without kissing him.
Marta was still in green, but she had taken off her knit jacket and remained in an interior t-shirt. She watched Carmen’s hands slip through Jorge’s arms, going down the tied forearms, going up again. In the mirror, the repeated image looked like a rehearsed choreography.
"I can go yellow," said Martha suddenly. "I would like someone to touch my hair, just my hair, while I see you touching each other.
Luis moved towards her and buried his fingers in his chestnut mane. He gently pulled back, exposing his partner’s neck. Marta made a serious, almost snoring sound. Jorge, with his hands still tied, bowed forward and kissed Carmen’s clavicle through the fabric of her shirt. She felt the heat of her mouth and the pull of the cloth.
Carmen decided to go up the beat. She got up, took off her shirt and remained in a black bra and light linen pants. She walked to the center of the circle and lay face up, resting her head on a cushion.
"I want you to touch me among the three," he said, looking at each one. "One hand in the belly, one hand in the thigh, one hand in the neck. No rush, no penetration yet.
Jorge, already free from the tie, placed himself on his left. Marta on the right. Luis knelt beside his head. They fulfilled the request exactly. Jorge’s hands drew slow circles over Carmen’s abdomen; Marta’s ones went down the side of his hip to the edge of his pants; Luis’ fingers toured the jawline and the hollow of his throat. Carmen breathed in depth, noting how each caress raised her skin temperature. Mirrors multiplied her hands: twelve fingers seemed to explore her instead of six.
Luis asked for the next step.
"I want someone to kiss me in the chest while someone else lowers my pants, but I keep my limit of not kissing Marta in the mouth.
Jorge offered. He leaned over Luis’ torso and sealed his mouth over one of his nipples, sucking gently. Marta, still in yellow, slipped his partner’s pants through his legs. Luis was naked before the three; his erection was curved upwards, dark against the clear skin of the belly. Carmen, from the ground, stretched out a hand and wrapped the base of Luis’ member with her fingers, without moving them, just pressing them. Luis groaned and closed his fists against the carpet.
Marta asked to change color.
"Red," he announced, and took off his shirt and bra in one move. "I want my fingers penetrated as I watch Carmen take care of Jorge.
Carmen joined in. She helped Jorge to lie down and lowered his pants. Jorge’s member appeared thick and tense; she took him in her hand and caressed him from top to bottom with slow movements, using the moisture that already appeared on the tip to lubricate. At the same time, Luis placed himself behind Marta, who remained on her knees. She inserted two fingers between the folds of her vulva, finding her soaked. Marta let go of a long groan and leaned on her forearms, offering more angle. Luis pumped her fingers slowly, curving them forward in search of the point that she knew would make her tremble.
The mirrors reflected the scene from all angles. Carmen watched Marta’s buttocks tense with each attack on Luis’s hand; she also saw Jorge’s face, with her eyes narrowed as she masturbated him with constant pressure. Jorge stretched out a hand and touched Carmen’s clitoris over her underwear. She spread her legs to facilitate contact.
"I want to feel you inside," Carmen asked Jorge. "But first Marta and Luis decide how they want to see us.
Marta, with her voice cut through Luis' fingers, replied:
"I want Jorge to penetrate you while I am on Luis' back and he takes me from behind. So we can meet the four of us in the mirror at the front.
They all nodded. Carmen took off her underwear and placed herself on four legs in front of the main mirror. Jorge knelt behind her, put on a condom and penetrated her slowly, centimeter by inch, until she filled it completely. Carmen groaned at feeling the internal pressure and looked into the mirror: her own face, contracted with pleasure, appeared multiplied. Next to her, Luis was penetrating Marta from behind; Marta’s body oscillated forward with each onslaught, and her breasts rocked with movement.
The rhythm increased naturally. Jorge held Carmen’s hips firmly, retreating almost completely before sinking again. Carmen noticed how the glans rubbed the sensitive spot inside her at every onslaught. He extended a hand to Marta, who was close enough, and caressed her chest, pinching her nipple gently. Marta responded by caressing Carmen’s clitoris with her fingers, describing humid circles that synchronized with Jorge’s onslaughts.
Luis, with his hands at Marta's waist, accelerated the rhythm. The sound of the bodies colliding filled the room, mixed with the panting and loose words each one uttered.
"Deeper," asked Carmen.
Jorge obeyed, leaning over her to reach greater depth. The new angle made Carmen see stars behind her eyelids. Marta, while rubbing Carmen’s clitoris, bowed forward and kissed Jorge’s shoulder. The kiss was quick, almost chaste, but served to close the contact circle between the four.
Carmen’s orgasm came first. She strained around Jorge’s member, contracting in waves that ripped off a choked scream. Jorge followed her seconds later, pushing to the bottom and standing still as she emptied into the condom. Marta, stimulated by Luis’ fingers and by the vision of her friends reaching climax, came to orgasm with a long and continuous groan that reverberated in the mirrors. Luis, tightening his teeth to endure, withdrew from Marta, took off the condom and masturbated to cum on her partner’s back. The four remained still, gasping, observing in the mirror before them.
Carmen was the first to move. She slowly joined, helped Jorge to remove the condom and left it on a tissue of paper that she had prepared beforehand. Marta lay on her side, letting Luis wipe her back with a damp towel that Carmen approached her. The four lay in a circle, heads resting on other people’s thighs, recovering their breath.
"Green color," Marta said after a while, laughing short. "I need a parenthesis.
The others nodded. For several minutes they did not speak. Only the breath was heard and, far away, the crickets were chanted. Carmen passed her fingers through Jorge’s hair, untangled it patiently. Luis caressed Marta’s ankle with distracted movements.
"It has been... a lot," said Louis at last. "In a good way.
Jorge nodded.
"Your boundaries have worked. I have felt safe all the time.
Carmen sat on a elbow.
"Anyone want to take a shower first? There's plenty of hot water and big towels.
Marta accepted the invitation. She got up, picked up her clothes and walked to the bathroom without haste. Luis followed her. Carmen and Jorge stayed a few more minutes in the room, picking up the colorful handkerchiefs and folding them carefully.
"I think we will repeat," said George while he kept the bottle of wine half-finished in the fridge. "But not this very week. I want to taste it.
Carmen smiled and gave her the key to the house.
"Then when you want to look at yourself in these mirrors again, you just have to warn.
Jorge closed the front door carefully. Outside, the night smelled like thyme and wet soil. Inside, the mirrors kept returning the light from the candles that were still lit, multiplying the empty space where four bodies had found, for a while, the exact form of their shared desire.
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