My Married Neighbors Chose Me at the Nude Beach

With the warm weather, the development’s pool suddenly filled up. The first Saturday I went down, it was early and I intended to stop by the building’s gym, so I was surprised to find people there. In the days before, at that hour, there had been no one, 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 tight swimsuits making it hard not to look. It was obvious they had known one another for a long time.

That day I had forgotten to charge my usual headphones and brought down a pair of wireless over-ear ones instead. They must have felt safer seeing me wearing them, because they started talking about me without bothering to hide it. I lowered the volume without making it obvious and left my ears free. They weren’t saying anything I hadn’t thought about them in those swimsuits—only I kept it to myself.

“That’s the new guy,” one murmured. “The one from the fourth floor.”

“I’d take him home to babysit,” another replied, and they let out a low laugh.

“You’re all cradle robbers. He’s so young.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t come to the pool in some ugly swimsuit, because he’s promising.”

“What interests me is what he’s got inside there. With those shoulders and those hands, I bet he’s got a good-sized cock.”

“Shut up, you slut, it’s going to show on your face,” another laughed.

I took off my headphones, and when they noticed, 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 remember who was who. Almost all of them looked like they knew exactly what they wanted. Only Marisol seemed different: she sewed clothes at home and altered anything that needed altering, and there was a shadow of sadness on her face that the others didn’t have.

To confirm the impression I had made, I changed upstairs and came back down wearing a tight brief. I could have put on one of the several others I owned, but I wanted the effect, and I got it. The fabric outlined my bulge without leaving anything to the imagination: the contour of my cock could be made out resting against my thigh, my package tight and neatly arranged. When they saw me, one of them signaled to the others, and they all looked without the slightest discretion. I went over under the pretext of asking Marisol whether she altered trouser hems.

“Of course,” she told me, giving me her number. “But don’t take it the wrong way: I don’t take liberties, and I don’t give them, 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 looked ready to have some fun, unless I was mistaken. It was just a matter of finding out how and when.

I soon learned that the place was a little fiefdom. One woman’s husband presided over the residents’ association, and the others’ husbands held all the remaining positions. The entire board came from that group of loungers.

***

I wanted to distance myself a little from the development’s group, so I casually floated an idea that seemed natural to me. When they started planning a trip to the beach, I mentioned that I liked naturism and usually went to coves where people practiced it. There was an odd silence; no one had expected that. Until Gonzalo, the most outspoken of the husbands, jumped in.

“Look, we’ve talked about it a thousand times,” he said, “and in the end we never have the nerve to strip naked.”

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

The beach day arrived amid nervous anticipation, a mixture of challenge and liberation. Gonzalo, true to form, was the first to take off his swimsuit, as though he had won a bet. Noelia followed, and her body was even better than I had imagined at the office: natural breasts that held themselves up, large, dark nipples already erect from the cool air, her pubic hair trimmed into a narrow strip that revealed the thick, well-defined lips of her pussy. Carla stripped with a mischievous smile and not an ounce of modesty: smaller tits, but with pink, pert nipples, and a completely shaved pubis, the slit of her pussy perfectly visible between her thighs. 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 lowered my brief slowly. The silence was absolute. My cock hung heavy, thick even at rest, and my balls hung loose in the heat. I felt their eyes fixed exactly where I wanted them. Carla let out a low but perfectly audible “fuck.” Her husband, Sergio, didn’t hold back.

“Well, I guess the thing about the hands and the rest is true,” he said, and everyone laughed.

“The only thing is,” Carla added, amused, without taking her eyes off my crotch, “you’d have to be completely shaved down there, without a hair. Like I keep Sergio.”

“Shaving yourself is difficult,” I replied. “If someone helped me, I might be persuaded.”

More laughter, but no one volunteered. Not yet. Noelia licked her lips unconsciously, and Carla caught her at it, and the two of them giggled under their breath like schoolgirls.

***

We lay down on our towels. After the couples rubbed themselves with suntan lotion, Noelia came over to where I was lying facedown with my eyes closed.

“You’re going to burn your back,” she said softly, very close to me.

I didn’t answer. I nodded, and the first stream of cold oil made me shiver. Her hands were skilled. She began at my shoulders, with firm yet delicate pressure, and moved down along my spine to the curve of my lower back. There she stopped, her thumbs sinking in on either side, in a gesture far too intimate to be called applying sunscreen.

Her hands went back up along my sides and down again, and then, with a boldness that chilled and inflamed me at once, her palms slid beneath my buttocks, as far as the insides of my thighs. Her fingers brushed the crease where my back ended. I went rigid, waiting for a limit that never came. Gonzalo, her husband, was a yard away, lying on his back with his eyes closed, oblivious to everything. She repeated the path, brazenly spreading my ass a little with her thumbs, brushing my asshole and moving down until she almost touched my balls, which had tightened against the towel. I felt her index finger linger in the crack, pressing lightly, and just when it was best, she stopped.

“That’s it,” she whispered, her breath against my ear almost as intense as her touch. “Now turn over, or you’ll burn your balls.”

I turned over with my cock already half-hard against my stomach. Her eyes went straight there, and she made no attempt to hide it. She poured oil into her hand, rubbed her palms together, and spread it over my chest and abdomen, following the trail of hair descending toward my pubis. She skipped my cock and balls with a wicked smile and continued over my thighs, up and down, brushing closer each time. I was completely hard now, my stiff cock pressed against my navel, and she stared at it in fascination, moistening her lips.

“Go on, grab it yourself. I’m embarrassed to,” she said loudly enough for everyone to hear, and let out a laugh that was pure provocation.

She lay down beside me, facedown, offering me her back. It was my turn. My heart was pounding. I poured out the oil and began timidly, imitating her movements. Her skin was incredibly soft. Finding no resistance, my boldness grew. My hands encompassed the full curve of her ass, and I kneaded it more firmly, parting her cheeks slightly to see the pink shadow between them. She arched her back a little, a silent invitation. My fingers followed the insides of her thighs, moving higher and higher until they brushed the heat coming from her. I slid a finger along the wet cleft and felt her exhale sharply against the towel. She was soaked, her pussy lips swollen and hot, wetness already running down her groin. She didn’t move. She didn’t stop me. On the contrary, she tilted her hips to give me access and spread her thighs a little.

I pushed my middle finger halfway inside and felt her pussy squeeze it like a hot fist. She bit her forearm to keep from moaning. I pulled it out gleaming with her juices and ran it up the slit to her asshole, drawing circles there, and she shuddered all over.

That was when I felt another gaze. It wasn’t Gonzalo. It was Carla, propped on one elbow, watching everything. There was neither surprise nor anger on her face, only a smile of pure complicity. Her hand was between her own thighs, barely hiding that she was touching herself. She looked at me, then at Noelia, and their eyes met. Carla ran her tongue slowly over her lips. They were connected, aroused by the spectacle, a yard from their husbands.

***

The secret was no longer between two people. My complicity with Carla broke the last barrier, and the shyness vanished. While one hand continued kneading Noelia’s ass, the other slid beneath her body, searching for her sex from the front. I found it wet and swollen, her lips opening beneath my touch like ripe fruit. I found her clitoris, hard as a pea, and rubbed it in circles with my fingertip while, with my other hand, I pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy from behind. I felt her tremble, her hips beginning a rhythmic movement, demanding more, her pussy sucking at my fingers in increasingly frequent spasms.

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

“Your suntan lotion’s going to dry,” 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, moving down Noelia’s back, and when they met mine, they didn’t stop: they surrounded them, guided me, encouraged me. Together we explored her body, which was already moaning with her face buried in the towel to muffle the sound. Carla moved my hand away from Noelia’s clitoris and replaced it with her own, with the confidence of someone who knew the terrain by heart. Her fingers knew exactly how to touch her friend: two fingers opening the lips, her thumb punishing the swollen clitoris with quick, precise pressure. My fingers remained inside, and I could feel hers working above them with an intimacy that could only come from practice.

Carla leaned toward my ear.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “She’s screaming for it. Put in another finger—she loves being filled.”

I inserted a third finger and felt Noelia’s pussy open to accommodate them. I moved my fingers more forcefully, curling them upward, searching for the exact spot, and Noelia exploded in a spasm. Her body arched as if struck by lightning, a muffled cry escaping her throat as a tremor ran through her. I felt her come around my fingers, her pussy contracting in waves and squeezing me with brutal force, hot, thick moisture soaking my palm and running down her thighs to stain the towel. Carla didn’t stop rubbing her clitoris, prolonging the orgasm until Noelia pushed her hand away, trembling and unable to take any more.

Just then, a murmur beside us froze us. Gonzalo had moved. He opened his eyes, blinking disorientedly in the sun, and his gaze fell on his wife, still panting with her ass raised and her thighs gleaming with juices, and on Carla kneeling beside her with a stained hand and a satisfied smile. Finally, his eyes met mine, and my fingers were still buried in his wife’s pussy. There were no screams. Only the slow, terrible look of someone realizing that something had happened, even if he didn’t know exactly what. Carla held his gaze without blinking. Noelia turned her head and smiled at him, a tired, triumphant smile.

With theatrical calm, I withdrew my fingers from Noelia’s pussy with a wet sound Gonzalo heard perfectly. Carla broke the spell with frightening composure. She lay on her back on her towel, opened her legs to the sun without the slightest shame, and when Sergio woke up asking what was happening, she answered without batting an eye:

“Nothing, darling. The sun’s beating down and it’s made us a little crazy.”

Noelia sat up without making the slightest attempt to cover herself, revealing her still-sticky thighs and reddened pussy.

“Do you have a problem, Gonzalo?”

“No… I don’t know what to say,” he stammered.

“Then don’t say anything.”

She stood, came over to me, and kissed me on the cheek, tasting of salt and victory.

“Thanks for the suntan lotion. It was very effective.”

Then she walked toward the water and submerged herself until she disappeared. Gonzalo followed her with his eyes and remained staring at the sand, defeated, his eyes fixed on the wet stains on the towel. From her own towel, Carla gave me an admiring nod, as if to say “well done,” while she slipped two fingers between her spread thighs without the slightest shame.

***

The drive back was hellishly silent. Diego and Lorena were in their car; the rest of us were in Gonzalo and Noelia’s. He drove with his jaw clenched, without a word, though his eyes searched for mine whenever they met in the rearview mirror. Noelia sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window with a smile on her face. In the back were Carla, her husband Sergio, and me. Sergio, exhausted by the sun and beer, fell asleep as soon as we pulled away, his head against the window.

That was the signal Carla had been waiting for. As if looking for a comfortable position, she spread a thin towel over my legs and hers.

“In case you’re cold,” she whispered.

Her hand slipped underneath and found my thigh. Her fingers drew slow circles, gradually moving higher with a patience that drove me crazy, until they reached their destination. My beach pants offered no resistance. She slipped her hand inside the waistband and grabbed my cock directly, closing her fist around it. I hardened instantly between her fingers, and she released a murmur of approval so quiet that only I heard it. She began masturbating me very slowly, squeezing the base and moving up to the glans, gathering with her thumb the drop of pre-cum already appearing and spreading it over the entire crown. The risk of Sergio waking up or Gonzalo seeing us was pure adrenaline.

I clenched my teeth to keep from gasping. She jerked me with a slow, torturous rhythm, knowing exactly what she was doing, stopping whenever she felt I was about to come and starting again. I leaned back, pretending to relax while secretly burning. Noelia turned slightly, caught my gaze in the mirror, and winked at me like a spectator enjoying a play she had helped write herself. Seeing the subtle movement beneath the towel, she smiled even wider and brought two fingers to her lips in an obscene gesture, sucking them slowly.

“We’re almost there,” Gonzalo said suddenly, his tense voice breaking the moment.

Carla’s hand stopped but didn’t withdraw. She gave my cock a slight squeeze, a farewell and a promise, before pulling out her hand and bringing her gleaming fingers to her mouth, sucking them with her eyes closed.

“What a shame,” she murmured beside my ear. “I was coming up with an idea for thanking you for today. I would have liked you to empty yourself into my mouth right here.”

The car stopped in front of my building. As Carla got out, she brushed my ass with her hand and squeezed my cock through my pants, not caring who saw.

“Good night,” she said loudly. Then, just for me: “Don’t sleep too much tonight.”

I went up to my apartment with my body on fire and my cock still hard inside my pants. I had wanted to distance myself from the group and had ended up entangled with two of its 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: restrained smiles, looks warning me that this was only the beginning.

Before lunch, I was told I had to go to the regional director’s office. I asked Noelia, who knew her, how I should introduce myself.

“Be yourself,” she replied curtly. “Beatriz is a frigid woman without feelings, unless she likes you. And if she likes you, you’ll know.”

She made me wait in the anteroom and, when she felt like it, had me come in. I had never seen such a large office. Beatriz set some papers aside and stood up: long, straight red hair, a slim, tanned body, a vest outlining her breasts without a bra. Attractive and perfectly aware of it.

“I couldn’t see you sooner; with the merger, we’re all running around like mad,” she said in one breath. “And since we’re here, I’ll be honest: I don’t like having some parachuted-in outsider dropped into my team. There are only two reasons they’d place you here: either you’re here to keep watch, or someone upstairs thinks very highly of you. I’ll go with the second option. Noelia tells me you’re a good guy. I hope that’s true and that you won’t make things difficult for me.”

She stopped abruptly and raised her eyebrows, waiting.

“I’m here to learn, stay out of trouble, and not be anyone’s snitch,” I said.

The longer I looked at her, the more she reminded me of someone I couldn’t 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 fixed on my back. I turned and caught her looking at me with a distinctly unprofessional smile, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

***

When I came downstairs, Noelia and Carla asked me to help move some boxes in the copy room. I wasn’t surprised; I had helped out there before. I went in with them, and suddenly Noelia stepped out and closed the door, though her silhouette remained visible through the translucent glass, standing guard.

Carla approached like a predator closing in on its prey. She said nothing; she didn’t need to. Her hands seized my waist and pulled me against her. I felt her breasts against my back while her other hand went straight to my crotch, feeling the bulge through the fabric.

“Do you like it like this?” she whispered hoarsely. “Did you think you were coming here to move boxes? I’ve had this cock stuck in my head since Saturday. I haven’t stopped thinking about how you had it in the car, hard as a rock in my hand.”

I was already hard, throbbing with every brush of her fingers against 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 echoed through the room like a gunshot. Her hand slipped inside and wrapped around me, pulling my cock into the open. A gasp escaped her when she felt its full length in her hand.

“Fuck, it’s even thicker up close,” she said, half-turning toward the door as though giving a lecture. “Look at it. I bet you’d like to have two people handle it at once.”

The figure behind the glass didn’t move, but drew closer to it. Carla dropped to her knees without letting go of me, her eyes full of defiance, and licked my glans first, circling it with her hot tongue and collecting the drop already forming. Then she took it into her mouth in one motion, all the way down, until I felt the brush of her throat and she released a muffled moan around my cock. Her head began moving in a slow, deep rhythm that made me tremble. She sucked me with genuine hunger, her cheeks hollowing as she drew me out gleaming with saliva to lick my balls before swallowing me whole again. A string of drool hung from her chin, and she made no attempt to wipe it away. I gripped her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth, and she allowed it, tears appearing in her eyes from the gagging and a wicked smile crossing her face each time I let her breathe.

Then the door opened. Noelia entered, closed it with a sharp click, and stood there with her arms crossed, watching her friend devour my cock. Her face was a mask of indifference, but her eyes gave her away, and her hand slipped beneath her skirt without any attempt at concealment.

“Clearly she takes it better than I do,” she murmured. “Move over, slut. I want to try.”

Carla released me with a wet sound, leaving my cock gleaming and throbbing, and Noelia knelt beside her. They took turns: Carla licked my balls while Noelia swallowed me down to her throat, then they switched. Noelia stopped, pushed back her hair, and the two friends came together on either side of my glans and licked it at the same time, their tongues meeting at the tip and kissing over my cock. The sight was so brutal that I had to clench my teeth to keep from coming then and there.

Carla stood, yanked down her jeans and panties, and pushed me against the copy machine table. The cold metal struck my legs. She forced me to bend over.

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

She climbed onto the table, spread her legs, and leaned back on her elbows. Her shaved pussy gleamed with wetness, her lips already swollen and parted, crying out to be filled.

“Put it in me now. Fuck me hard, right here, and let the whole building hear us if necessary.”

I took hold of my cock and guided it against her slit, rubbing the glans over her lips and clitoris, torturing her.

“Put it in me, you bastard.”

I thrust it in at once, all the way to the bottom, and Carla let out a guttural cry that bounced around the small room. I felt her open around my cock, tight and scorching hot, dripping wet. I gripped her hips and began thrusting hard, without mercy, the metal table creaking with every blow. Noelia had hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties, and she straddled Carla’s face, burying her pussy in her mouth.

“Eat me, slut,” she ordered, gripping the edge of the copy machine. “Suck me while he fucks you.”

Carla obeyed and began eating Noelia’s pussy with animal hunger. She licked the entire slit, sucked her clitoris, and pushed her tongue inside. Noelia moaned with her head thrown back and her tits exposed; she had undone her blouse and was pinching her own nipples, pulling them until they turned purple. I kept thrusting into Carla from below, watching her pussy swallow my cock while her tongue worked Noelia’s. The air smelled of sex, ink, and sweat; it was dense, suffocating, and arousing.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Noelia asked me so quietly I could barely hear her. “Because this is only the beginning.”

She grabbed me by the hair, forced me closer, and kissed me over her own pussy, her lips smeared with Carla’s juices. It was a brutal kiss, with tongue, biting my lip until it bled. I kept thrusting into Carla, faster and faster, feeling everything inside her clench.

“Faster,” Carla hissed, releasing Noelia’s pussy just long enough to speak. “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 climbed down, leaned over her, and kissed her with a ferocity that froze my blood, absorbing her moans and smothering them in her mouth. I felt Carla contracting around my cock in violent spasms as she came, trembling like a leaf, her pussy milking me with brutal force. The sight of the two of them kissing, their pussies soaked and their tits exposed, finished me. I was about to pull out, but Carla locked her legs around my ass and drove me deeper inside.

“Inside. Come inside me. I want to feel it.”

I emptied myself inside her with a grunt, jet after jet, feeling my seed pour out in waves and fill her pussy until it overflowed around my cock. My legs nearly gave out, so I braced my hands on the table to keep from falling, and Noelia steadied me from behind.

When I finally pulled out, my cock gleaming and still dripping, something happened that left me stunned. Noelia knelt between Carla’s legs and, without a word, cleaned me first with her tongue, slowly licking my glans and the entire shaft, gathering the mingled remains of Carla’s juices and my cum. Then she bent over her friend’s pussy and began sucking up my semen, swallowing with genuine hunger what was running down Carla’s thighs. When she finished, she moved up Carla’s body and ran her semen-laden tongue over her lips, and Carla opened her mouth to swallow it with her, sharing my cum mouth to mouth. This wasn’t cleaning. It was a claim. I understood it then. This wasn’t new between them. Carla and Noelia had been together for a long time. And I was nothing more than their new toy. I didn’t mind in the slightest.

***

Later, with a cold beer in my hand and the adrenaline still coursing through me, I asked:

“Had you two hooked up before?”

Carla laughed.

“Of course we had, several times. What did you think? Our husbands aren’t even good for one decent night. They’re useless. Sergio comes in three minutes and falls asleep, and Gonzalo’s got a cock like a pinky finger.”

“It’s the first time we’ve done it with a man,” Noelia added. “We didn’t trust any of them. Not until the beach. That’s when we knew you were different. The moment I saw you lower your brief and bring that cock out into the sun, I told Carla: ‘I’m going to fuck him.’”

“And I told her: ‘Both of us.’ He needed to learn how to share.”

“And what did your husbands say afterward?”

“Sergio either hasn’t noticed or he’s pretending to be stupid, which amounts to the same thing,” Carla replied. “Put on the TV and give him a beer, and he doesn’t care about anything else.”

Noelia’s expression hardened.

“With me it was different. Gonzalo saw more than he should have and made a scene. But I was fed up. I told him it was simple: either we changed the relationship or we got divorced. I suggested bringing in a third person, which would add spice and revive the marriage. Either he joined the game or he could sit and watch me enjoy myself.”

“Sounds like an excellent plan to me,” Carla toasted. “If they don’t know how to use the tool, they should bring in a professional.”

Noelia turned toward me, and for the first time I saw a genuine smile on her face, knowing and wild.

“That’s all there is to it, I’m serious. Either this, or we rot away in our marriages. And I have no intention of rotting.”

“What’s the next step?” I asked, feeling myself stir again, not only because of the memory but because of the promise of what was to come.

Carla sat on my lap, already without her panties, and wrapped her arms around my neck. She rubbed her naked pussy against my pants, and I felt how wet it still was with my cum.

“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’re going to share us. That they can sit in a corner and watch while you fuck us both. They can learn by watching how it’s done.”

“It has to be a scene that leaves them speechless,” Noelia added from behind, massaging my shoulders with clawlike fingers. “They come home and catch us in the middle of it. You taking me from behind, and Carla sitting on my face, eating me while I kiss her.”

“Or the other way around,” Carla whispered, biting my earlobe. “Me on all fours and Noelia sitting on my back so she can see you better. Let them watch you open my ass with the cock God gave you.”

The idea was so dangerous and perverse that it took my breath away.

“What if they react badly? What if there’s violence?”

Carla laughed and squeezed 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, slowly and wetly.

“You just worry about being up to the task. The rest is our problem. And our entertainment.”

I asked one last question, without really knowing why.

“Any other secrets that might affect me?”

Carla burst out laughing.

“The boy isn’t stupid. Don’t try to know everything—you’ll ruin the surprises.” And, raising her hand as though swearing an oath, she assured me that she wasn’t hiding anything.

Which told me, without needing anything more, that Noelia was.