“Who is Alejandro?” asked Inés.
“An employee of them, who once came to play football with us,” said Adrián.
“Is he gay?” asked Inés again.
“We don't know, at least it doesn't look like it; maybe it was something that has nothing to do with what we imagined. Maybe Alejandro is just a curious guy,” commented Marcos.
“Whatever, tell him to do it at home, not at the office,” said Paula.
“I agree, and just that's what we thought with Marcos; we don't know whether to face him directly or to wait and see if it happens again,” said Aquiles.
“In fact, besides his sexual election, definitely is not right he does it in the office; he wasn't playing "Candy Crush," he was in a video conference, and on the other side there was a man showing his nuts,” said Inés.
“He wasn't showing his nuts; he was half-naked and wearing his underwear,” said Marcos.
“Anyway, it's not something to do in the office,” Marina said, adding, “Are you guys also video chatting with naked women or guys? I don't know.
“All the time,” replied Marcos, throwing out laughter.
The truth was none of the four, including Félix, had ever had a slip after they were married. They used to talk about women and situations where they had the chance, but all four had remained faithful. Indeed, among other things, their women had known how to keep them satisfied.
Félix and Sofía had a traditional sex life. She would give in to Félix's wishes when he asked her to have anal sex, but not much more than that.
Marcos and Paula were the ones who had been married for the longest time and the only ones who had children in their teens. While they were still alone, Paula had given in to Marcos' desire to have a threesome and incorporate another woman.
Marcos was exultant and happy with the experience; he had told his friends about it in detail and tormented them for a long time with this story.
Sometime after that episode, he called the group to a gathering because he needed to tell his friends something. Marcos felt disturbed and saddened by Paula's proposal to repeat the trio since, this time, she desired to incorporate a man, a proposal that Marcos would never have expected.
That situation had disturbed him enormously, and at that moment, it was the subject of conversation almost daily.
After that experience, Marcos had confessed to his friends that, although he had enjoyed the lustful moment, sharing his wife with another man, fucking her simultaneously, seeing her enjoying like a bitch; his “macho” side had been hurt. It was the first and only time he shared a bed with another man in a sexual context.
Adrián had asked him directly and straightforwardly if he had touched with the other guy if there was anything between them, touching, kissing, anything, and Marcos answered no. Maybe, so far, he had dared to tell, or perhaps it was what had happened.
On both occasions, and by agreement, they choose the man and the woman by catalogs on escort websites. They had talked about it a lot and just wanted to experiment without involving or getting emotionally involved with anyone.
Adrián’s and Inés' sex lives were whole and uncovered. They used sex toys and practiced oral sex until the end. They played with Adrián’s sperm, passing it from one mouth to another; Adrián ejaculated into Inés' vagina and then licked it dry. Over the years, Adrián had allowed Inés to play with her fingers around his asshole until the day came when she penetrated him and found his prostate; it was a one-way journey. When Adrián discovered the pleasure he got from having his prostate massaged while his wife was sucking his dick, he couldn't stop anymore.
The first time he told about his experience in the childhood group of four, with details and without blushing, made everyone end with an erect and wet dick.
Aquiles' sex life was similar to Adrián's, stripped of inhibitions. Even at Marina's insistence and after having encouraged himself to experience prostate massages, pushed by the experiences reported by Adrián, he dared to allow Marina to penetrate him with a not very large sex toy, which had given him extreme pleasure.
This experience he never dared to share with his friends. Indeed, cultural and social mandates inhibited him, plus his own "macho" pride. Clearly, in his small group, no one would have been horrified, least of all, after what Adrián had told them; perhaps telling them would have even allowed Marcos and Félix to confess that they were doing it too, or that he had once tried, but he had never dared to tell them.
“Guys, shall we order some ice cream?” asked Aquiles, closing the subject.
Everyone gave the OK, and each one proposed flavors. Aquiles called the ice cream shop, and they waited for the delivery.
The women began to put things on the tray to clear the table and went to the kitchen, where they talked while preparing coffee.
The men stayed in the living room, turned on the TV, and engaged in a game of tennis until the doorbell rang, announcing that the ice cream was waiting downstairs.
“Give me the keys,” said Adrián.
“They're on the door. You know which ones are up and which ones are down,” answered Aquiles.
While Adrián went downstairs to get the ice cream, the girls returned from the kitchen, bringing the bowls and the freshly brewed coffee that had flooded the room with that exquisite and characteristic flavor.
Adrián returned and left the ice cream pots on the table.
“Self-service, here are the spoons, each one of you help yourself,” said Marina.
Paula made sure to serve coffee during the conversation.
“It looks like tomorrow is going to be a sunny day as today, the night is starry. Do you want to go sailing?” asked Adrián.
“I'll pass, my friend... if you agree, let's leave it until the next Sunday. The truth is I want to wake up when my body decides to do it and spend the day doing nothing at all, even though it will be a sunny day,” Aquiles answered quickly.
“We got engaged in taking the kids to the movies, so we can't either,” said Paula.
“OK, understood; we can arrange for next Sunday, and we can let Félix know if they want to come with the kids or if they leave them with someone and come alone; it would be fun if all the kids came,” said Adrián.
“Do you have anything planned for the next summer vacation?” asked Paula.
“Probably a beach, but we haven't talked about that yet, whether it's Brasil, the Caribbean, Punta del Este, or Cariló,” answered Marina.
“We assume local, probably Cariló. With teenage boys who are already planning vacations with friends, begging to tie you up a bit. Maybe, let's arrange with Félix and Sofía; I suspect that because of the baby, they won't go very far, if they decide to go somewhere,” said Paula and ask addressed to Inés, “You?”
“You know that Adrián likes to go out with the sailboat... if we don't go very far, the option is Punta del Este because here, except for Mar del Plata, there are no alternative ports. We haven't talked about it yet,” said Inés.
They continued with the ice cream and the coffee, talking about subjects that were not significant.
It was 02:00 a.m. Each one in the group took their belongings, greeted Marina, and went out to the elevator with Aquiles, who accompanied them to the ground floor to open the door and say goodbye.
Aquiles went back to his apartment, went into the bathroom, peed, cleaned his teeth, wiped