My Married Neighbors Chose Me at the Nude Beach

With the good weather, the housing complex pool suddenly filled up. The first Saturday I went down there it was early, and I meant to stop by the block’s gym, so I was surprised to find people there. The previous days, at that hour, there had been nobody, or at most two retirees who lived with their children. That morning, though, there were more women than men. Women of all ages, with well-kept bodies, their leggings clinging in a way that made it hard not to look. It was obvious they had known each other for a long time.

That day I’d forgotten to charge my usual headphones and went down with a wireless headband pair. Seeing me wearing them must have given them confidence, because they started talking about me without even trying to hide it. I turned the volume down without making it obvious and left my ears free. They weren’t saying anything I hadn’t thought about them myself in those leggings, only I kept my mouth shut.

—It’s the new guy —one of them murmured—. The one on the fourth floor.

—I’d take that one home as a babysitter —another replied, and they let out a low laugh.

—You lot are cradle-snatchers. He’s very young.

—Let’s hope he doesn’t come down to the pool in an ugly pair of trunks, because he’s promising.

I took off my headphones and, noticing it, they changed the subject. Until one of them got up from her lounger and came over to me, the boldest of the group.

—Hi, I’m Noelia. You must be the one who just moved in. Those are my friends: Carla, Lorena, Susana, Marisol, and the others.

I didn’t keep track of who was who. Almost all of them looked like they knew very well what they wanted. Only Marisol seemed different: she sewed clothes at home and fixed whatever needed fixing, and there was a shadow of sadness on her face the others didn’t have.

To confirm the impression I’d made, I changed upstairs and came back down in tight briefs. I could have worn one of the several others I had, but I wanted the effect, and I got it. When they saw me, one of them signaled the rest, and they all looked without the slightest discretion. I went over under the excuse of asking Marisol whether she hemmed trousers.

—Of course —she told me, and gave me her number—. But don’t take offense: I don’t get familiar with people, nor do I let them with me, out of respect for my husband. I’m a married woman.

I didn’t take it badly. She was making things clear from the start, and I respected that. At least two of the others seemed eager for some fun, unless I was mistaken. It was just a matter of finding out how and when.

Soon I learned it was a little fiefdom. One of the husbands chaired the residents’ association, and the others held the remaining positions. The whole board came out of that group of loungers.

***

I wanted to detach myself a little from the housing complex crowd, so I floated an idea that seemed natural to me. When they started planning a trip to the beach, I mentioned that I liked nudism and usually went to coves where it was practiced. There was an odd silence; nobody had expected it. Until Gonzalo, the biggest loudmouth among the husbands, jumped in.

—We’ve talked about it a thousand times —he said—, and in the end nobody ever has the guts to strip off.

The challenge split the group almost in half. And that, for me, was perfect: within each couple, one said one thing and the other the opposite. In the end, three couples signed up: Sergio and Carla, Diego and Lorena, and Gonzalo with Noelia. Of them, Noelia was the one who worked in my same office and had a direct line to the regional manager, the one who still hadn’t received me. I knew that more than one of them, seeing me naked, wouldn’t know where to look.

The day at the beach arrived with an atmosphere of nervousness and anticipation, a mix of challenge and release. Gonzalo, true to form, was the first to take off his trunks, as if winning a bet. Noelia followed him, and her body was even better than I’d imagined at the office: natural breasts, large dark nipples, pubic hair trimmed but without pretensions. Carla undressed with a mischievous smile, with not a grain of modesty. Diego and Lorena were the shyest, taking off their clothes almost at the same time, as if that made it easier.

Then it was my turn. I stood up and pulled my briefs down slowly. The silence was total. I felt the stares drilling into exactly where I wanted them to drill. Carla let out a low but perfectly audible “fuck.” Her husband, Sergio, didn’t even hold back.

—Mate, looks like the hands and the rest thing is true —he said, and everyone laughed.

—The only thing —Carla added, amused—, is that there you’d have to be really well shaved, not a hair on you. Like I have Sergio.

—Shaving yourself is hard —I replied—. If someone helped me, I might be tempted.

More laughter, but nobody volunteered. Yet.

***

We lay down on our towels. After the couples slathered themselves with cream, Noelia came over to where I was, face down and eyes closed.

—You’re going to burn your back —she said softly, very close.

I didn’t answer. I nodded, and the first stream of cold oil made me shiver. Her hands were expert. They started at my shoulders, with firm yet delicate pressure, and moved down my spine to the curve of my lower back. There they paused, thumbs pressing in on both sides, in a gesture too intimate to call sunblock.

They went back up along my sides and down again, and then, with a boldness that both chilled and aroused me, her palms slid underneath my buttocks, to the inner thighs. Her fingers brushed the fold where the back ends. I went rigid, waiting for a boundary that never came. Gonzalo, her husband, was a meter away, lying on his back with his eyes closed, oblivious to everything. She repeated the route, shamelessly, coming almost to touch me between the legs, and when she was at the best part, she stopped.

—There —she whispered, and her breath in my ear was almost as much as the touch.

She lay down next to me, face down, offering me her back. It was my turn. My heart was hammering. I poured on the oil and began shyly, mimicking her movements. Her skin was incredibly smooth. Finding no resistance, the audacity grew inside me. My hands encompassed the full curve of her buttocks and kneaded them more firmly. She barely arched her back, a silent invitation. My fingers followed the inner side of her thighs, climbing higher and higher, until I brushed the heat coming off her. I slid one finger through the wet crease and felt her exhale sharply against the towel. She didn’t move. She didn’t stop me. On the contrary, she tilted her hip to give me access.

That was when I felt another pair of eyes on us. It wasn’t Gonzalo. It was Carla, propped on one elbow, watching everything. There was no astonishment or anger on her face, only a smile of pure complicity. She looked at me, then at Noelia, and her eyes met Noelia’s. Carla slowly licked her lips. They were connected, excited by the spectacle, a meter away from their husbands.

***

The secret was no longer between two people. The complicity with Carla broke the last barrier, and shyness disappeared. While one hand kept kneading Noelia’s ass, the other slid beneath her body seeking her sex. I found it wet, swollen, the lips opening under my touch. I caressed her with my fingertips and felt her trembling, her hips beginning a rhythmic movement asking for more.

Carla didn’t move, but her presence was overwhelming. Then she did something that took my breath away: she sat up like a stretching cat and moved on her knees through the hot sand until she knelt beside Noelia’s head.

—Your bronzer’s going to dry out —she purred.

And she poured a fresh stream of oil over her friend’s back, right on top of my hand. Her own hands joined mine, slid down Noelia’s back and, when they met mine, they didn’t stop: they surrounded them, guided me, encouraged me. Together we traced her body, which was already moaning with her face buried in the towel to muffle the sound.

Carla leaned toward my ear.

—Don’t stop —she whispered—. She’s begging for it.

I moved my fingers harder, found the exact spot, and Noelia exploded in a spasm. Her body arched, a muffled cry escaped her throat, and a shiver ran through her from head to toe.

Right then, a murmur beside us froze us. Gonzalo had moved. He opened his eyes, blinked, dazed by the sun, and his gaze fell on his wife, still panting, and on Carla kneeling beside her with a smile of satisfaction. Finally, his eyes met mine. There were no shouts. Only a slow, terrible look from someone who understands that something has just happened, even if he doesn’t know exactly what. Carla held his gaze without blinking. Noelia turned her head and smiled at him, a tired, triumphant smile.

Carla broke the spell with a calm that was frightening. She lay back on her towel, and when Sergio woke up asking what was going on, she answered without a flicker of concern:

—Nothing, darling. It’s just that the sun’s beating down hard and has made us a bit stupid.

Noelia sat up without the slightest attempt to cover herself. She looked her husband in the eyes.

—Do you have a problem, Gonzalo?

—I... I don’t know what to say —he stammered.

—Then say nothing.

She stood up, came over to me, and kissed my cheek with a taste of salt and victory.

—Thanks for the bronzer. It was very effective.

Then she walked toward the water and went under until she disappeared. Gonzalo followed her with his eyes and stayed staring at the sand, defeated. Carla, from her towel, gave me a nod of admiration, as if to say “well done.”

***

The ride back was an inferno of silence. Diego and Lorena were in their own car; the rest of us were in Gonzalo and Noelia’s. He was driving with his jaws clenched, not saying a word, though his eyes kept seeking mine every time we met in the rearview mirror. Noelia was in the passenger seat, looking out the window with a drawn-on smile. In the back we were Carla, her husband Sergio, and me. Sergio, worn out by the sun and the beers, fell asleep as soon as we pulled out, his head against the window.

That was the signal Carla was waiting for. As if seeking comfort, she spread a thin towel over my legs and hers.

—In case you’re cold —she whispered.

Her hand slid underneath and found my thigh. Her fingers drew slow circles, inching upward with a patience that drove me insane, until they reached their destination. My beach pants offered no resistance whatsoever. The risk that Sergio might wake up or Gonzalo might see us was pure adrenaline. I leaned back pretending to relax while secretly burning up. Noelia turned slightly, caught my gaze in the mirror, and winked at me like a spectator enjoying a play she herself had helped write.

—We’re almost there —Gonzalo said suddenly, and his tense voice broke the moment.

Carla’s hand stopped, but did not withdraw. She squeezed me lightly, a farewell and a promise.

—What a shame —she murmured by my ear—. I was coming up with an idea to thank you for the day.

The car stopped in front of my building. As Carla got out, she brushed my ass with her hand.

—Good night —she said aloud. And then, just for me—: Don’t go to sleep too early tonight.

I went up to my apartment with my body on fire. I had wanted to get away from the group and had ended up entangled with two of their women.

***

On Monday I arrived at the office as if nothing had happened. But the moment I saw them I knew they hadn’t forgotten: contained smiles, looks warning me that this was only the beginning.

Before lunch they told me I had to go to the regional manager’s office. I asked Noelia, since she knew her, how I should present myself.

—Be yourself —she replied curtly—. Beatriz is an emotionless frigid bitch, unless she likes you. And if she likes you, you’ll know it.

She made me wait in the anteroom and, when she felt like it, she let me in. I had never seen such a big office. Beatriz set down some papers and got up: straight red hair, a slim, tanned body, a vest that emphasized her breasts without a bra. Attractive and perfectly aware of it.

—I haven’t been able to receive you sooner; with the merger we’re all going crazy —she rattled off—. And since we’re at it, I’ll be honest: I don’t like having a parachuted-in outsider planted on my team. There are only two reasons for placing you here: either you’re here to keep tabs on us, or somebody up top likes you a lot. I’m going with the second option. Noelia told me you’re a good guy. I hope that’s true and you don’t make life complicated for me.

She fell silent all at once and raised her eyebrows, waiting.

—I’m here to learn, not to get into trouble, and not to be anybody’s snitch —I said.

The more I looked at her, the more she reminded me of someone I couldn’t quite place. She watched me with an intensity that made me think she knew something about the beach. She said goodbye, and as I left, I felt her gaze pinned to my back. I turned and caught her looking at me with a smile that was anything but professional.

***

Downstairs, Noelia and Carla asked me to help move some boxes in the photocopy room. I wasn’t surprised; I’d already helped out before. I went in with them and, suddenly, Noelia stepped out and closed the door, though her silhouette remained outlined on the translucent glass, keeping watch.

Carla came at me like a predator after its prey. She didn’t say a word; she didn’t need to. Her hands grabbed my waist and pulled me against her. I felt her breasts against my back while her other hand went straight down to my crotch.

—Like it that way? —she whispered, hoarse—. You thought you were coming to move boxes?

I was already hard, pulsing with every brush of her fingers over the fabric. Noelia’s silhouette remained motionless behind the glass, a silent sentry making the tension unbearable. Carla undid my belt and lowered the zipper; the metallic sound rang through the room like a gunshot. Her hand slipped inside and encircled me.

—Look at how hard he is —she said, half turning toward the door as if giving a lecture—. I bet you’d love to have two of us fondling it at once.

The figure at the glass didn’t move. Carla knelt without letting go of me, her eyes full of challenge, and took me into her mouth all at once, to the hilt. Her head began to move with a slow, deep rhythm that made me tremble.

Then the door opened. Noelia came in, shut it with a sharp click, and remained standing with her arms crossed, watching. Her face was a mask of indifference, but her eyes betrayed her. Carla let me go with a wet sound, got up, and pushed me against the photocopier table. The cold metal hit my legs. She forced me to bend over.

—Now you’re going to see what we do here with spies —she said.

Noelia came over from the other side. She lifted my shirt and raked my back with her nails; it wasn’t a caress, it was a mark. “You’re ours,” it said without words. Carla, meanwhile, had already lowered her jeans, rubbed herself against me and, without further preamble, guided me inside her with a guttural moan that echoed in the small room.

She started moving, hard and without restraint, driving her pelvis against me while Noelia came up to my face.

—Are you enjoying this? —she asked so quietly I could barely hear her—. Because this is only the beginning.

She grabbed my hair and forced me to look into her eyes. The air smelled of sex, ink, and sweat; it was thick, suffocating, and arousing. I felt trapped and more alive than ever.

Carla’s rhythm grew frenzied.

—Faster —she hissed—. They’re going to catch us, I’m coming...

Her body tightened into a perfect arch.

—Noelia, kiss me. Cover my mouth, I’m going to scream.

Noelia didn’t hesitate. She leaned over her and kissed her with a ferocity that froze my blood, swallowing her moans, smothering them in her mouth. I felt Carla contract around me in violent spasms until she came, trembling like a leaf. The image of the two of them kissing finished me off and I emptied myself inside her with a growl, my legs nearly giving way.

When I finally pulled out, what happened next left me stunned. Noelia knelt beside me and, without a word, cleaned me with her tongue, slowly, with a devotion that had nothing to do with the violence of before. It wasn’t cleaning: it was claiming. In that instant I understood it. This wasn’t new between them. Carla and Noelia had been together for some time. And I was nothing more than their new toy. I didn’t mind in the slightest.

***

Later, with a cold beer in hand and still riding the adrenaline, I asked the question:

—Had you two hooked up before?

Carla laughed.

—Of course, several times. What did you think? Our husbands aren’t good for a single decent night. They’re dry.

—It’s the first time we’ve done it with a guy —Noelia added—. We didn’t trust any of them. Until the beach. That’s when we knew you were different.

—And what did your husbands say afterward?

—Sergio didn’t even notice, or he played dumb, which amounts to the same thing —Carla replied—. If you put the TV on and give him a beer, he doesn’t care about anything else.

Noelia’s gaze hardened.

—With Gonzalo it was different. He saw more than he should have and kicked up a scandal. But I was fed up. I told him it was very simple: either we changed the relationship or we got divorced. I suggested bringing in a third, which would raise the heat and breathe life back into the relationship. That either he joined the game or he sat there watching me enjoy myself.

—Well, to me that sounds like a fantastic plan —Carla toasted—. If they don’t know how to use the tool, they should bring in a professional.

Noelia turned to me, and for the first time I saw a genuine smile on her face, one that was complicit and wild.

—That’s all there is to it, I’m serious. This, or rotting away in our marriages. And I’m not going to rot.

—And what’s the next step? —I asked, feeling myself stir again, not just from the memory but from the promise of what was coming.

Carla sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

—The next step is for you to become our official lover. But not just any lover. We’re going to tell Sergio and Gonzalo that they’ll be sharing us. That they can sit in a corner and watch.

—It has to be a scene that leaves them speechless —Noelia added from behind, massaging my shoulders with hook-like fingers—. That they come home and catch us in the act. You with me, and Carla waiting her turn.

The idea was so dangerous and so perverse that I lost my breath.

—And if they react badly? What if there’s violence?

Carla laughed and tightened her legs around me.

—Leave that to us, darling. A determined woman is capable of anything. And with you on our side, we’re invincible.

Noelia kissed my neck, wet and slow.

—You just worry about measuring up. The rest is our problem. And our fun.

I asked one last question, not really knowing why.

—Any more secrets that could affect me?

Carla burst out laughing.

—The boy isn’t stupid. Don’t go wanting to know everything, you’ll ruin the surprises —and, raising her hand as if swearing an oath, she assured me she wasn’t hiding anything.

Which, without needing anything else, told me Noelia was.