The Poolside Chalet I Should Never Have Gone To

I’d spent the whole summer letting myself be carried along by my husband Damián’s ideas, so when he told me that a friend of his parents was lending him a chalet with a pool for Saturday, I knew perfectly well what it was about. I know him too well. That smile he puts on when he’s already got something planned and pretends it’s spontaneous.

—Are we going to be alone? —I asked while he packed the towels into a bag.

—Just the three of us —he replied without looking up—. Rubén, you, and me. The owner’s in town all month.

I wasn’t asking because I wanted company. I was asking because I didn’t trust him or whatever he might have arranged behind my back. Rubén had been his lifelong friend, and since that afternoon at his house at the beginning of August, things between the three of us had become a game I no longer quite knew how to stop. I’m not even sure I wanted to stop it, to be honest. I still remembered how Rubén’s cock had filled my mouth while my husband fucked me from behind, and how, when they finished, they had both left me soaked in cum without my saying a single word against it.

On Saturday, around noon, we went to pick up Rubén. We’d already prepared the food at home so we wouldn’t dirty someone else’s kitchen. It took us fifteen minutes to get there. It was a development of chalets separated by narrow streets, with old streetlamps and trees lining the walkway, and Casimiro’s was one of the last, right beside the open countryside.

Rubén got out to open the gate and closed it again as soon as the car was inside. The house stood about thirty metres from the entrance, with an old porch supported by stone columns and a tiled roof. Inside, it was simple: a small hall, a large living room with a fireplace, two bedrooms, and a kitchen with furniture that had already seen better days. The part that was really worth seeing was out back.

—Look at that —Rubén said, opening the back door.

There was a swimming pool surrounded by lawn, an enormous wooden porch, and a couple of palm trees casting shade. The water was crystal clear, an intense blue from the tiles lining the walls. I’m not very tall, so I reckoned it would come up to my shoulders. We put the food in the fridge and our things in the small bedroom, and I’d already put my bikini on under my clothes before leaving home.

—I’ll see you in the water —I said, pulling my dress over my head while they continued looking for their swimsuits.

I sat on a sun lounger in the sun while I heard them rummaging around inside. After a while they came out with some cold beers and snacks. Damián, as always, didn’t give me a minute’s peace.

—Come on, darling, take your top off. You’ve got to keep your tan even —he said, leaving the cans on the table.

I hesitated. If that Casimiro showed up and caught me with my tits bare, I wouldn’t know where to hide.

—What if the owner comes?

—He’s not coming, woman. He’s in town. He swore to me. He even asked us to fix a fountain at the entrance before we leave —Rubén insisted.

Now I understand everything. That’s why he was lending us the house.

I undid my bikini top and hung it over the back of the sun lounger. The skin there was noticeably lighter than the rest; during the few days I’d gone down to the neighbourhood pool since our holiday, I’d only kept the parts that were exposed brown. With the heat and the conversation, we drank two beers before getting into the water.

The water was colder than I expected and my whole skin broke out in goose bumps. My nipples went hard as two stones instantly. Damián, of course, went straight to the point. He stood behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and grabbed my tits with both hands, squeezing them and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

—Look, Rubén, with nipples this stiff we could hang the swimsuits out to dry on them —he said, laughing his head off, moving my tits up and down like a clown.

—Very funny —I shot back, turning around. I slipped my hand under the water and grabbed his cock through his swimsuit without even trying to hide it—. At least mine are hard. Yours look like two soggy chickpeas.

—He means your husband’s —Rubén cut in at once, laughing.

—And I’m sure yours does too —I replied.

That was the starting gun Damián had been waiting for.

—Come on, darling, give this ghost a test. Let’s see if it’s true.

With complete naturalness, I went over to Rubén and slipped my hand inside his swimsuit. I took hold of his cock completely, skin against skin, and stroked it slowly beneath the water. It was as soft as my husband’s, but as soon as I ran my fingers over the glans and pulled his foreskin down, it began to swell in my hand.

—The cold water made it go soft, but once I’m worked up, you’ll see —he said in a rush as it hardened between my fingers.

—What a coincidence —I murmured, smiling crookedly and squeezing it a little harder before letting go.

We played for quite a while with a plastic ball they had brought. They took advantage of every excuse to touch me: a caress at my waist, a brush against my thigh, fingers slipping beneath my bikini bottoms and reaching far enough to graze my cunt and my ass. More than once, Damián moved them aside and pushed two fingers into me from behind in the water, while Rubén sucked one of my nipples, crouched down with half his shoulder out of the water. I let them do whatever they wanted, with enormous pleasure. I’m not going to pretend it bothered me. When we got out of the water to eat, my cunt was throbbing and both of them were rock hard, in a way no swimsuit could disguise: their hard cocks showed through the wet fabric, their swollen glans outlined and a drop of water dripping from each tip.

I don’t like staying in a wet bikini stuck to my skin, so while they went into the kitchen, I went to the bathroom and then to the bedroom to put on a thin dress. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. When I came out, they both stared at me with their mouths half open: the fabric was so light that it showed everything. My dark nipples and the shadow of my pubic hair were visible against the light.

—You look good enough to eat —Damián said, and he certainly wasn’t talking about the omelette.

We ate on the front porch, where there was a little breeze and it was cooler. I preferred that side anyway: if anyone arrived, I’d see them coming from a long way off. We had some summer red wine, finished with a couple of shots, dessert, and a few glasses. By five in the afternoon, I was half overcome with sleep and, above all, pretty tipsy.

—Come on, let’s have a swim to clear our heads —Damián suggested.

—Not a chance. I can’t even move.

Rubén didn’t seem interested in the water either. In the end, my husband got in alone to cool off while suggesting that we lie in the sun.

—In the sun? With everything I’ve had to drink, you must be out of your mind —I protested—. If I lie out there, I’ll pass out.

I put the sun lounger in the shade. Not so much because I didn’t want to hear him as because I knew that, if I stayed alone with Rubén, I’d end up having to fuck, and I didn’t have the body or the desire for it. So I went with them.

—Want me to put sunscreen on you? —Rubén offered, already lying face down beside me.

—You poor thing, I’m in the shade and wearing a dress. If you put cream on me, I’ll melt.

What Rubén wanted was any excuse to touch me, whether outside or inside. He stretched his arm over from his lounger and left his hand resting on my ass through the fabric, as if it were nothing. I said nothing. As long as I didn’t have to make any effort, I didn’t care. The only thing that worried me was that he might decide to climb on top of me and put his cock inside, because in the state I was in, I would have thrown up everything.

Damián was the worst. He came out of the water dripping, dragged another lounger over until it was right beside mine and, without asking permission, hiked up my dress, leaving my ass bare.

—Come on, Rubén, with the little ass my wife has, and you’re leaving it covered.

I didn’t even bother pulling the fabric back down. Rubén slid his hand along slowly, caressed one cheek, slipped between them, and with the tip of a finger brushed my asshole before moving down to the lips of my cunt. They were wet from everything that had happened in the water and before. He ran his finger between them, up and down, and pushed his index finger in to the knuckle, very calmly. I squeezed my eyes shut and said nothing. He left it there, inside me, still, as if he were hugging me by the cunt. Damián lay down on the other side, watching me with that strange expression he got when he was horny. All he had to do was spread my legs fully and point for his friend to finish the job.

I slept for quite a while like that, between the two of them, with Rubén’s finger still inside my cunt until he fell asleep too and it slowly slipped out. I don’t know what the scene must have looked like, but I didn’t care. I’d left both of them speechless with less, and that was exactly what Damián wanted: to display me, show me off in front of his friend, watch Rubén dying of desire without ever quite getting to have me.

When I woke up, more than an hour had passed and my hangover was getting worse instead of better. To avoid dragging things out, we had a light dinner around nine that night, and I drank loads of water. They were both still incredibly turned on, especially Rubén, who kept trying to get under my clothes to see if he could arouse me. Every time he passed behind my chair, he slipped his hand down my cleavage and pinched my nipples, or ran his fingers between my buttocks beneath my dress.

We began tidying up, or rather, they began. We went into the bedroom to change before heading back. I wanted to put on something more discreet for the journey, without anything underneath again, but at least something that wouldn’t show so much. Meanwhile, Damián tried to get me in the mood by caressing me in front of Rubén, without the slightest shame. He reached around behind me and spread my cunt lips with two fingers, showing it to his friend as if he were displaying a ripe fruit.

—Look how wet she is, Rubén.

—I really can’t —I finally told them—. You can do anything you want to me except fuck me. I can barely stand.

Damián didn’t waste a second finding a solution.

—Then jerk Rubén off, darling, so the poor thing doesn’t go home all worked up. He’s behaved himself all day. Or better yet, suck him off and let him come in your mouth.

—You’re the one who wanted to do it in the water —Rubén teased him—. I did it once or twice with my ex, and it’s nothing special.

Being compared with someone else didn’t sit well with me. It even gave me a pang of jealousy, silly as that sounds.

—I’ll jerk you off if you want, and I bet you’ll enjoy it more than you did with your ex in the pool —I blurted out, regretting it the moment I said it in front of my husband.

But Damián, far from being annoyed, rubbed his hands together.

—That’s it, Rubén, give her a good memory to take home. Tomorrow, before lunch, the two of us can enjoy her properly. Give it to her hard; my wife loves being used right.

In the bedroom, Rubén pushed me gently against the dresser and hiked my dress up to my waist. He stood behind me and pressed his hard cock against my ass while nibbling my neck. He kissed my shoulders, put his tongue in my ear, and moved down across my chest until he caught a nipple between his lips and sucked it hard, biting just enough to make me moan softly. Then he turned me around and sat me on the edge of the bed.

—Come on, get it out for me —he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

I yanked down his shorts and underwear, and his hard cock sprang free, hitting me on the chin. It was thick, with a purple glans and a heavy drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip. I closed my hand around the base and began to jerk him off slowly and for a long time, pulling his foreskin down every time I moved upward, leaving the glans exposed and gleaming. I worked him with both hands, one above and the other on his balls, feeling them tighten and pull up against his body.

—Spit on it, darling, so it slides properly —Damián murmured from the doorway.

I did as he said. I put a finger in my mouth, gathered saliva, and let a generous spit fall right onto the glans. I spread it with my palm, and my hand began sliding up and down with a wet, slick sound, while Rubén braced both hands against the wall and thrust his hips toward me, pounding into my hand as if he were fucking my fist.

—Fuck, you’re so good at that… yes, like that, squeeze —he panted, his voice broken.

Damián came up behind me, slipped his hand beneath my dress, and began massaging my clitoris with two fingers while I kept working on his friend, crouched in front of him. With his other hand he held one of my tits and pinched the nipple.

—Let Damián see you suck it a little first —Rubén said, seeking my mouth with the tip of his cock.

I parted my lips and let the glans in. I sucked it slowly without stopping my hand on his shaft, circling my tongue beneath it, right over the frenulum, where I knew it drove him crazy. A thread of drool ran from the corner of my mouth down to my chest. He pushed it deeper and deeper, gripping the back of my neck with his open hand, until it touched the back of my throat and made me cough. I pulled it out, drew breath, and put it back in as far as I could, letting it move inside my mouth in short thrusts while Damián pushed two fingers into my cunt from behind.

I stayed like that for a long while, my mouth full and my cunt full, feeling Rubén’s cock pulse between my lips every time he thrust. He let me bite his shoulder, and he bit my neck in return. He left me with an enormous purple hickey that I would have to hide for days. When he told me he was about to come, I pulled it from my mouth and knelt fully in front of him, closing my fist around it again and jerking him off rapidly.

—Come all over me, don’t pull away. I want to feel everything —I asked, mouth open and tongue out in case he wanted to aim there.

He came with a low moan, gritting his teeth. This time he did finish on me. The first thick jet landed on my chin and ran down my neck to my cleavage. The second painted my cheekbone and one lip. And instead of letting go and leaving me like that, he kept hold of it and slowly spread everything around with the tip, painting my nipples, the hollow between my breasts, and my lips, as if he wanted to leave proof of the afternoon. He smeared it over me with his soft, still-wet glans, while I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue to lick what remained on the tip and swallow it in front of them both.

Rubén went into the bathroom to wash. Damián crouched beside me on the floor while I was still on my knees, dripping with cum, and kissed me slowly on the mouth without caring. He ran his tongue over my cheek, gathering what Rubén had left me, and gave it back to me in a kiss full of saliva and come.

—Do you want Rubén to come home and finish what he started? You got jealous when he mentioned his ex. That’s why I tell you that you’re what you are —he whispered in my ear.

—No —I answered—. Another day I’ll let him have me all afternoon if he wants, but not today.

It annoyed me that he’d started saying it so often lately, and even more that it slipped out in front of other people. Since we’d come back from the beach, he repeated it almost every day, and we weren’t always alone.

He didn’t let me wash before we left. He made me get dressed just as I was, with his friend’s cum dried and stuck to my tits and face, so that when Rubén came out of the bathroom he would see that I was still wearing his souvenir. I put on my tank top and shorts, feeling the fabric stick to my chest because of the tackiness, and we left. We dropped Rubén at his building and went home.

I assumed that as soon as we crossed the door I’d have to fulfil my promise, no matter what. But he took pity on me. Without stopping the names he whispered in my ear—whore, slut, my little pig, everything he knew secretly turned me on—he caressed me and pushed two fingers into my cunt while taking my clothes off. He pulled my T-shirt over my head and fondled my tits, still dirty with his friend’s dried cum, running his tongue over them to clean me himself and swallowing what was left.

Then he took me to bed, spread my legs wide apart, and slipped between them. He licked my cunt from bottom to top, very slowly, sucking my lips and pushing his tongue deep inside, all the way in. He held my buttocks in his hands and pressed me against his mouth, not letting me escape, while working my clitoris with the tip of his tongue in small circles. Whenever I was about to come, he changed tactics and sucked it between his lips as if he were sucking a cock, tugging gently. I trembled and squeezed his head with my thighs, arching my back and holding on so he wouldn’t stop.

He pushed two fingers into my cunt and curled them upward, seeking the spot only he knew how to find, while continuing to suck my clitoris. When he felt I was very close, he moved up, kissed my breasts, bit the hickey Rubén had left me again, and climbed on top of me. He took his cock in his hand and ran it over my cunt lips, up and down, without putting it all the way in, just letting the glans slip in and out a little, until I began moving my hips, searching for it.

He drove it inside me in one thrust, all the way in. I let out a long moan, almost a scream. He stayed still for a second, his cock buried completely inside me, then began fucking me slowly with long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and pushing it inside me again, watching me in the eyes.

Just as I was about to come, he asked for one of his games.

—Imagine I’m Rubén. Ask him for it.

I already knew that game from our holiday. I didn’t need to think. With a shiver running all the way up my back, I began speaking as if the man between my legs were the other one, as if the cock inside me belonged to his friend.

—Keep going like that, Rubén, fuck me harder… yes, like that… I’m going to come with your cock inside me… let Damián see me come with you… put it all the way in… tomorrow I’ll make you both pay for everything, tomorrow you’re going to fuck me until I can’t walk…

Damián went wild. He began thrusting harder and faster, crushing me against the mattress, growling in my ear, «Say yes, say you want him to come inside you, say you want his milk too,» and I repeated it all, without a filter, mouth open and voice broken.

—Yes, come inside me, Rubén, fill me… I want to feel both of you… I want Damián to see me with your cock inside me…

I came spectacularly, just like that day at the beach or at his house weeks before, with a tremor that rose from my feet and left my legs clamped around his hips, squeezing him inside me. He lasted a few seconds longer, pulling out and pushing back in, and came too, deep inside me, his cock throbbing and a long release flooding through me. I was so exhausted that it left me ready to sleep straight through. Damián pulled out slowly and I was left with my legs spread, feeling the mixture of our cum and the earlier load leaking between them. He took a couple of photos of the hickey Rubén had left me, and another with the frame lowered to my open cunt and the semen running down my thigh.

—Send those to him later, so he can see he left his mark —he said, pleased with himself—. And this one, so he knows what he missed.

And that was it. Once again, I had to fall asleep naked without washing, with his scent and the other man’s on me, both men’s cum drying on my body, while he stayed in the living room watching whatever was on. It was ten-thirty at night, the middle of August, and I was already asleep, wondering at exactly what point I had stopped setting boundaries.