What Happened in the Pool with My Friends and My Wife

Since our son was born, sex with Aitana had turned into a hurried routine, done in secret and with one eye on the door. We still wanted each other, but there were no more long early mornings or games that stretched until dawn. Something in us had worn down in silence.

That summer was different. We have a small pool in the garden at home, and in July it became our refuge. She wore tiny bikinis that seemed to surrender at the first movement of the water, and I watched her for hours under the excuse of reading beneath the umbrella.

Sometimes, when she crossed the pool swimming on her back, one breast would slip out of the little triangle of fabric. She’d fix it with a weak laugh, as if it didn’t matter that I lost my breath. Those little accidents were enough to keep me from thinking about anything else all afternoon.

It was on one of those hot days that Bruno and Mateo called me, two childhood friends who’d been living away for years. They were in the city that week and suggested coming over for the day.

—Tell them yes —Aitana said when I hung up—. We’ll leave the kid with my parents and have one of those afternoons like the old days.

When the day came, we bought too much beer, too much meat, and too much ice. The plan was simple: pool, grill, and get drunk until we lost track of time.

I was surprised to see them arrive alone. Bruno explained that his wife, Carla, hadn’t managed to sort things out with the kids. Mateo dropped the bombshell after the second whisky: he’d separated a few months earlier. Inés had had enough of his stories with other women and had thrown him out. He said it with a shrug, as if he were talking about someone else.

—It is what it is —he muttered, and poured himself another.

Aitana gave him a side hug and changed the subject. She knows how to read when a silence is too heavy.

The afternoon went by like any of our gatherings: old jokes, food that never runs out, glasses that refill themselves. Around eleven, the four of us were at that exact point where everything seems funny and the temperature of your skin rises for no reason.

The heat was thick. Without even agreeing on it, the four of us ended up in the pool. Mateo, who’d always been the shameless one in the group, lifted his beer and said:

—I’m taking it off. Fuck the swimsuit.

And he did. He pulled his briefs down at the edge and got in naked. Aitana looked at him a second too long. He noticed. So did I.

Mateo had always been the one with the biggest cock in the group. At summer camps it was a running joke; now, under the yellow light of two underwater lamps, it didn’t seem like a joke anymore. Something in me, softened and made curious by the alcohol, began to push me forward instead of back.

—Well then —I said, and took off my trunks before getting in.

Bruno laughed and joined in. Aitana stayed in her bikini, laughing and saying that with the three of us like that we looked like an ad for something very strange.

We kept drinking in the water. At some point she started swimming through the submerged lights and, when she came up, one breast had slipped out of the triangle. It took her two lengths to notice. When she did, she let out a little yelp and covered herself with her hand, laughing.

—Sorry, sorry —she said between laughs.

—Come on, woman, we’re all hanging out there in the open —Mateo laughed—. Don’t apologize.

—Take that off, love —I told her, and my voice came out rougher than I meant—. You’re making a fool of yourself being the only one dressed.

Aitana looked at me. I know that look: the one she gives when she knows I’m letting something happen that I shouldn’t. It took her three seconds to decide. She took off the top first and, in one clean motion, slipped off the bottoms and tossed them to the side.

—Fuck it —she said.

Mateo clapped. Bruno choked on his beer.

***

The game went on for a while as if nothing had changed, but everything had changed. We pretended to play with a ball, and every collision was an excuse. Aitana laughed every time she brushed against one of the two of them. At one point I came up behind her and rubbed my cock against her ass cheek; she laughed without turning around, and I knew from that laugh that alcohol wasn’t the only thing getting her worked up.

Mateo made no effort to hide it. Every time he got out of the water to grab ice, he lingered on the ladder a couple of seconds too long, giving us the full view. Bruno, quieter, held his glass like a shield and watched.

—Baby —I said, already crossing the line without slowing down—, have you noticed you’re the only one dressed? Oh. Right. Not anymore.

—I feel weird being naked with people I know —she said, laughing—. With strangers, no, because I’m never going to see them again. With you lot, yes.

—All the more reason to show it —Mateo said.

—I’m going to the bathroom for a second —she cut in, and got out of the water without covering herself. Water dripped from her hair down her back and disappeared into the curve of her ass. The three of us followed her with our eyes until she went into the house.

Mateo went after her a few minutes later under the pretext of getting more ice. He came back late and half-hard. I noticed, but said nothing.

When Aitana came back out, she wasn’t wearing the bikini anymore. She walked toward the edge with that slow pace she gets when she knows she’s being watched. She sat on the side, spread her legs, and showed us a freshly shaved pussy.

—Did you shave? —I laughed—. When?

—Now. I wasn’t going to show you lot with hair. And anyway, your friend came into the bathroom and stood there watching me while I did it. And he touched himself a bit.

Mateo came over, laughing, to explain to me that he was sorry, that he’d gotten turned around. I told him what only a man says when he’s already decided not to stop anything:

—It’s fine. If that cunt is there to be looked at, I don’t mind if you look. Or if you do anything else.

He opened his eyes. So did Aitana. Bruno, who could barely stay on his feet, just smiled without fully understanding.

—Baby, from one to ten —I said to her—, how slutty are you feeling?

—Mmm —she bit her lip—. Seven.

—Only seven?

—It’s because I haven’t seen enough —she said, and looked at Mateo with the same smile she gives me when we’re about to do something that will have us laughing for months afterward.

—Listen to her —I told my friend—. She’s the one in charge here.

***

Aitana got in the water and asked Mateo to sit on the edge where she’d been. He obeyed. He was already half-hard.

—Since you were touching yourself while watching me —she told him—, now I want to see you do it properly. Don’t hide it.

Mateo gave a quiet laugh, spat into his hand, and started stroking himself. He did it with a calm that didn’t fit the situation, as if he’d rehearsed it. I went up behind Aitana, ran my hands over her breasts, and kissed her neck. She never took her eyes off my friend.

And then it grew. I always knew Mateo had a bigger-than-average cock, but seeing it like that, fully awake and within my wife’s reach, was something else. Aitana pulled away from me, got out of the water, and sat beside him with her legs open. They looked at each other: he at her sex, she at his.

—Baby —she told me without turning around—, can you bring me the lube from the nightstand? We’re going to need it here.

—You’ve decided already? —I asked, laughing.

—Well, if we’ve come this far, I’m not going to leave it out, am I? My husband always spoils me.

I went into the house, grabbed the lube, and while I was at it, her favorite dildo. The one we’d used together so many nights. When I came back out, Aitana was giving Mateo a two-handed handjob, her ass pushed out toward me.

—I brought you the lube and our rubber friend, in case you want to put on one of the shows you like.

She laughed. Took the dildo and placed it beside Mateo’s cock. His was bigger. It showed the head and a couple of centimeters more.

—This one’s better —she said, shaking my friend’s cock—. But I’m not wasting the other one either.

She coated the dildo, stuck it to the terrace floor with the suction base, and sat down on it little by little. She lowered herself with her back straight, never taking her eyes off Mateo’s cock. When she had it halfway in, she took the shaft in one hand and brought the head to her mouth.

***

Bruno had sat down on a lounger, still with his calves in the water, and was masturbating without saying a word. I, standing a meter away, didn’t know whether I was watching it from outside or from inside the scene.

Aitana rode the dildo up and down at a rhythm I know very well, the one she gets into when she wants to come slowly. The difference was that her mouth, instead of biting my shoulder, was busy with another man’s cock. At some point Mateo slid a hand over her ass cheek and, before I could process it, stuck his middle finger into her asshole.

Her ass had always been forbidden territory. She had never let anyone in there, not even me except for accidents that ended in apologies. This time she didn’t complain. She pulled Mateo’s cock out of her mouth, let out a long, rough cry, and came trembling over the dildo.

She looked at me, searching for my face. I made an okay gesture with the hand I had free. She smiled and took Mateo’s cock back into her mouth as if she had understood the exact answer.

—I can’t hold out any longer —Mateo said after a while, voice breaking—. I’m going to fuck her.

—Whatever she says —I replied.

Aitana didn’t speak. She shoved him back, pulled out the dildo, crawled over him and, without a word, slammed almost all of his cock into herself in one go. She started shaking before she even moved. She came right there, in a squat, without even giving a little bounce.

When she came to, she started riding him. She was screaming without words. Mateo squeezed her ass cheeks with both hands and went back to her ass with three fingers this time. I didn’t understand how, but she opened herself up on her own.

***

—Let’s go inside —she said suddenly, without stopping.

The four of us went dripping into the living room. Bruno had sobered up a little, his cock was hard as stone and he was holding it as if asking permission. Aitana pulled Mateo off her shaft and shoved him onto the sofa, but she didn’t sit on him the way I expected. She stood up on the cushions, grabbed his head, and brought his mouth to her sex.

He licked her fast. She pushed her ass forward and, when she came for the third time, her knees buckled. She shoved him back again to sit on him once more.

—Fuck me deep —she asked at some point.

She got on all fours on the sofa, pressing her cheek against the backrest and holding her ass up high. Mateo rammed into her in one stroke. I was three meters away, jerking myself off slowly, watching her moan against the fabric. Bruno had come closer to the sofa and was sitting on the armrest, masturbating from nearer in.

Aitana turned her head toward him and, without speaking, motioned for him to come closer. When she had him in reach, she grabbed his cock with her hand and took it all the way into her mouth. It was smaller than Mateo’s, similar to mine, and she swallowed it whole in one go.

I had never seen her like this. Not even close.

***

Mateo smeared lube on her ass and lined himself up at the entrance. She turned for a second, said nothing, and let him push. The head went in without trouble. When more of it was going in, she raised a hand.

—Stop. Not there. Better in the cunt.

Mateo obeyed. She sat up, kissed him on the mouth, and got back on top. Three bounces later she came again.

Bruno finally dared to move for real. He put two fingers in her ass and she laughed and said:

—Fuck, you want some too.

She leaned over Mateo’s chest. Bruno brought the head of his cock in and pushed. This time, yes. This time her ass opened as if it had been waiting for it for years. She opened her eyes wide, looked for me, and asked me with her head. I nodded.

Bruno started slowly, Mateo matched him from below. Aitana, trapped between the two of them, stopped moaning and went quiet with her mouth open. Her eyes rolled back. I didn’t move closer: I stayed where I was, holding mine in my hand, knowing that what I was seeing I was never going to see the same way again.

—Fuck, how tight she is —Bruno said.

—Your husband spoils you well, huh —Mateo murmured.

—I thank him every day —she answered, her voice torn to shreds.

***

Bruno came first. He left her ass full and collapsed to one side, panting. Aitana stayed on top of Mateo for a while longer, shoving two fingers into her own ass to scoop up what Bruno had left there.

—Now you, baby —she told me, pointing with her chin.

I went over. I shoved my cock into her ass and, ashamed to say it, I didn’t last five minutes. I’d been so tense for so many hours that the first squeeze made me finish. I apologized. She laughed without turning around.

—Relax. Tonight you’re not the one who has to hold out.

Mateo still hadn’t come. He had an endurance that wasn’t human. Aitana pulled his cock out of her cunt, turned around, and sat on it backward. Underneath her, he asked her to try what she’d been avoiding all night.

—Put it in the ass —he asked—. You’re in control from the top.

She obeyed. She placed the head at the entrance and started to press. Half of it went in on its own. The other half went in slowly, with her back straight, her breasts high, her thighs trembling.

—Fuck, now yes —she said.

I knelt in front of her. Her sex was red, swollen, open. Mateo stuck three fingers in there too and moved them toward her pubis. Aitana started coming for the umpteenth time, this time without screaming, just with a long shudder that ran from her thighs up to her throat.

Mateo finished with her on top of him, biting her neck, barely moving at all.

—You nearly split me in half —he said with a laugh afterward.

—And I can barely feel my legs —she answered.

***

The four of us fell asleep on the sofa, naked, packed together however we could. In the morning, Aitana woke me wearing a thong and with wet hair to ask if I wanted breakfast.

We ate breakfast like that, without clothes, the four of us. Before leaving, she took Mateo aside for a minute, gave him a goodbye blowjob, and told him the rest of his body was going to take a while to recover. Bruno asked me in a low voice not to tell Carla anything. I told him it was fine by me, no worries.

Before getting in the car, Mateo invited us to his house in the mountains. He said he had some friends there and that the four of us would have a good time again. Aitana smiled. I nodded without committing.

Since that day, she lets me take her from behind from time to time. Not always. Only when we go out, drink too much, and the night starts spilling over like that one did. And every time it happens, the two of us know which pool we’re going back to.