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A cold, rainy night brings Ana Reyes—drenched, shivering, Luna’s little sister—to John’s door, and he lets her in. He and his wives, Gloria and Estella, have a good thing, but Ana won’t be the last ghost from his sexual past to settle into their house. She slides into their lives in more ways than one, and the knock is just the beginning.
John is settling into the living room armchair, a book open on his knee, when the doorbell rings – three sharp, urgent chimes. He finds Ana on the porch, rain streaming off her hair, her denim jacket dark and clinging. She's shivering so hard her teeth click. 'I'm sorry,' she starts, voice thin. 'I didn't know where else to go.' Behind him, Gloria appears in the hallway, a towel already in her hand, a question in her dark eyes.
John pads into the kitchen at dawn, still in yesterday's shirt, and finds Ana standing at the counter, her wet hair twisted into a messy knot, wearing Estella's sweat that hangs loose on her lean frame. She's holding a mug of coffee but not drinking, staring at the rain-streaked window. She doesn't turn when he enters, but her shoulders tense. The kettle is still warm; she's made enough for two.
John, Gloria, and Estella are in bed together. As John and Gloria initiate sex with Estella, theyre very enthusiastic. Estella asks them if theyre pretending shes Ana. They deny it, and Estella pauses them. She comes to terms with how she joined John and Gloria's sex life, and wonders how it would feel to open their (her) sex life to Ana. Gloria notes they don't have to if she doesn't want to. Estella sidesteps this by sitting on her face, and they begin sex anew. Unbeknownst to them, Ana can hear them from her room...
Ana's breath catches. She hasn't made a sound, but the knock is insistent, patient. The door handle turns a fraction, then stills. 'Ana?' It's Estella's voice, hoarse and low, the same voice she heard moaning through the wall. 'Can I come in?' Ana's hand is still inside her jeans. She doesn't move it. The door clicks open an inch, and a sliver of lamplight falls across the bed.
John and Ana are reminiscing on the back porch over a bottle of wine. They begin to kiss, and she pulls his pants down. She plays with his cock, and just before she takes him in her mouth, they hear Gloria open the front door and let Luna into the house.