That summer on the beach changed us forever

Lucía and I were still in bed, still sweating, when she brought it up bluntly. What she had seen the night before had put her on edge, and she needed to tell me about it.

—I wanted to get in —she told me in a low voice, tracing circles over my chest—. I was this close.

I didn’t know what to say. We had never talked about anything like that with our daughter Daniela. Hearing my wife confess, without blinking, that she would have liked to eat her own daughter’s cunt and tits was something that threw me off and, at the same time, got me hard again.

—I imagined you inside her —she went on—. And then me on top.

I kissed her temple and stared at the ceiling. That summer in Puerto Azul was taking a turn neither of us had foreseen.

***

I got up after midday. The house was empty. I went down to the beach and found them right away, Lucía and Daniela, on the shore, waving their arms for me to come over. Under the umbrella, sitting on a towel, was Joaquín, my daughter’s boyfriend.

Joaquín was a tall, dark kid with that easy smile people have when they know how to get along with everyone. I sat down beside him and we started talking about football. Two minutes later I noticed something strange. His hand, which had been resting on the sand, had slid forward until it brushed my thigh. He didn’t move it away. On the contrary: he slid it a little higher, until the back of his fingers touched my swim trunks.

—I suppose you’ll want a repeat of last night —he told me without looking at me, in a low voice—. Lucía told me she left you wrecked.

I was speechless. My wife had talked. And apparently she had told everything. What I wasn’t sure about was whether Daniela knew too.

I didn’t have time to ask. The two of them were coming out of the water at that moment, wringing out their hair and laughing about something. Lucía lay down on my right. Daniela pulled a bottle of sunscreen out of her bag and asked Joaquín to spread it on her back.

My daughter lay facedown. Joaquín started with her calves and slowly worked his way up. When he reached her thighs he stayed there a long time, massaging, sliding his fingers along the inner side. Daniela closed her eyes. The smile tugging at the corner of her mouth was anything but innocent.

Then Daniela rolled over. The bikini top had been left on the towel, I don’t know when. Her tits were bare, her nipples pointed at the sun. Joaquín kept going with the cream, unhurried, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Then I felt Lucía’s hand on my waist. I thought she was asleep. She slid it down inside my trunks and took my cock discreetly in her hand.

—Do you like watching them? —she whispered in my ear—. I do too. But I’d like even more to enjoy those bodies with you. To get in among them. For it to really happen.

I kissed her without thinking. I slipped my hand inside her bikini and teased one nipple. It was hard. She started stroking my cock under my trunks, slowly, watching the beachgoers passing by. She was wet; I could feel it through the fabric.

I glanced at Daniela and Joaquín. They were sitting very close together, with a towel draped across their hips. From the movement of her shoulders, I knew perfectly well what was happening underneath.

I pulled Lucía’s top down and left her tits out. I saw Joaquín’s eyes fixed on them. And, above all, I saw Daniela’s gaze. My daughter was looking at her mother with a mix of envy and desire I had never seen before.

I came over my wife’s stomach shortly after, on our sides so it wouldn’t be too noticeable. Lucía spread the semen over her skin with two fingers, never taking her eyes off me.

***

We went home before they did. We showered together and fucked in bed until almost dinner time. Lucía talked to me during sex, telling me things she had never said before. She described Daniela to me. She described what she would do to her.

It was a nice night. We booked a table at a restaurant with a terrace overlooking the beach. When we were leaving, Daniela showed up. Joaquín had made plans with a friend and she preferred to come with us. She went upstairs to change and came back down in a long skirt and a tight white top, braless.

Dinner was quiet. We talked about nonsense. After dessert, and three drinks in, Lucía brought up Joaquín. She asked Daniela whether it was serious. My daughter said yes. She said it with a look that confirmed she was in love. Lucía took my hand under the table and squeezed it.

None of us felt like going home yet. Daniela suggested a place she had discovered with Joaquín the night before. They had live salsa bands, and the atmosphere was different from the youth places: people of all ages, mostly over forty, dance floor always packed.

We ordered drinks and my wife and daughter went off to dance. I stayed on the sofa watching them. Lucía was dancing in a way I hadn’t seen her dance in ages. Daniela had a new boldness in the way she moved her hips. More than one man came up behind her. There was one, fat, about fifty, who spent half a minute with his crotch pressed against my wife’s ass. She didn’t move away. She rolled her hips back to the rhythm of the song, smiling.

I lost sight of Daniela. When Lucía came back to the sofa, sweaty, I asked the bartender for another drink. She grabbed me by the neck and kissed me in front of the whole place. I slipped my hand inside her dress and touched her tits. They were hard. She lowered hers to my fly.

I whispered that we should go. We were just about to stand when Daniela appeared. She was with Joaquín and another guy we didn’t know. Mathias, Joaquín said as he introduced him. Swedish, twenty-seven, gym-built, blond with a near-shaved head, blue eyes. Polite. Very polite.

They insisted we have another drink with them. We agreed out of obligation. And because Lucía, I noticed at once, had been visibly stirred by Mathias’s presence.

Daniela ended up sitting between the two boys, with my wife and me opposite. At one point my daughter stood up and gestured for her mother to take her place. Lucía hesitated for two seconds. Then she sat between Joaquín and Mathias.

She started flirting with them. What arms. What bodies. Daniela urged her to touch. Lucía did. She ran her hand over Mathias’s bicep, first timidly, then boldly. The Swede smiled without saying a word.

My daughter sat down next to me. She was very affectionate, too affectionate, probably because of the drinks. She kissed my cheek, grabbed me by the neck, and every now and then left her hand resting on my thigh. Sometimes it lingered a little higher. I couldn’t say whether it was intentional.

We ordered another round. Lucía had gone from touching Mathias’s arms to massaging his back. Joaquín, on the other side, had put an arm behind my wife’s shoulders and slid it down until it rested on her waist. I could see it. And the more I saw it, the harder I got.

When Lucía came back to my side, there was no turning back. She kissed me with her whole tongue. She pulled down my zipper and discreetly took my cock out. She started giving me a slow handjob. I slipped my hand inside her dress and touched her cunt. It was soaked. So soaked that two fingers slid in without effort.

I opened my eyes out of curiosity. I wanted to see if anyone was looking at us. And I saw something better: Daniela had Mathias’s cock out of his trousers and was jerking him off shamelessly, while Joaquín was kissing her neck and slipping his hand inside her top.

Lucía saw it too. And something else lit up inside her. She started jerking me faster. She pulled one breast out over her dress and brought it to my mouth. I sucked her nipple without thinking about who might be watching.

There were people in that place, but the lights were colored and everyone was minding their own business. Maybe some distracted bastard caught us. We didn’t care.

I told her we should go. She didn’t listen to me. She was lost in watching the two cocks my daughter had in her hands. Daniela, meanwhile, licked her lips and looked back at her mother as if to say, “if only you knew, Mom.”

At last Lucía reacted. She grabbed her bag, straightened her dress, and said goodbye to our daughter, her voice trembling.

—Have fun. Be careful on the way back.

***

We left the place. The street was empty and we walked fast, stopping every twenty meters to kiss. A few steps from home, Lucía pulled both tits out over her dress and walked like that all the way to the door.

We went in. I turned the key and before I could react she was already on her knees in the living room, eating me out. I threw the keys on the table. I wanted to go to bed. She didn’t. She pushed me onto the sofa and sat on top of me. She started riding me. I grabbed her tits with both hands. Between gasps she begged me to fuck her nonstop.

I’d been holding back all night. I warned her too late, I barely had time. I came on her stomach, a lot. She spread the semen with her open hand and, with the other, spread her cunt lips apart, staring at me hard, saying nothing.

We did sixty-nine. I love the taste of her juices mixed with my own semen. We stayed like that a while until I asked her to get on all fours. I fucked her from behind, with one finger in her ass. We were both looking toward the living room door while we fucked.

And then that door opened.

We had considered the possibility. That’s why we hadn’t gone to the bedroom. Daniela came in followed by Joaquín and Mathias. The three of them froze for two seconds. Then, without a word, the two boys started stripping my daughter right there, in the middle of the living room, three meters from us.

Lucía turned her head and gave me a knowing look. We kept fucking, slower now, because neither of us wanted to miss what was happening in front of us.

They sat Daniela on the far end of the sofa, the same sofa where we were. Joaquín knelt on the floor and spread her legs open. Mathias stayed standing beside her and put his cock in her mouth.

My daughter licked the Swede with her eyes closed. She spread her own legs open so Joaquín could eat her cunt better. Lucía’s head, every time I drove into her, ended up a hand’s breadth from our daughter’s tits. I could see it. And I could see Daniela lowering her gaze now and then toward her mother, biting her lip.

I came inside Lucía. I held out until the very last second. When I pulled my cock out, I fell back onto the sofa, and I saw something I hadn’t seen before: Mathias had his left hand on one of my wife’s tits, caressing it slowly, never stopping while he sucked my daughter’s cunt. I couldn’t say from what moment he’d been doing that.

I changed places. I sat in a chair opposite to watch everything. I started touching myself again. Joaquín got up, sat on the sofa, and Daniela climbed on top of him facing me. While she bounced on him, Joaquín grabbed her tits from behind and whispered things in her ear. My daughter never took her eyes off me. She rubbed her clit in time with the thrusts and, every now and then, turned her face toward her mother, who was now in another sixty-nine, this time with Mathias.

I stood up. I went over to Daniela. I ran a hand over one breast, gently, without saying a word. She brought her mouth to my cock and started sucking it without needing to move her head much, because the swaying of her body on Joaquín was already doing the work.

When I turned to look, I saw Lucía sitting on Mathias. She was bouncing on him with such shamelessness that at some point the Swede had to hold her by the hips to slow her down, because his balls were hurting from banging against her ass.

Joaquín said something to Daniela and the two of them changed position. My daughter got on all fours on the rug, her head resting on the sofa, right at the level of her mother’s cunt. Joaquín slid underneath and rammed her from the front. At his instruction, I shoved my cock up her ass.

It took a second before I processed what I was doing. My daughter, Joaquín and I bound together in one knot, with my wife fucking the Swede fifteen centimeters away. Daniela, without anyone asking her to, started licking her mother’s cunt between thrusts.

Lucía opened her eyes. She saw who was eating her cunt. She recognized Daniela’s head. The first second passed, then three, and my wife put a hand on our daughter’s nape. Not squeezing. Just resting it there. As if to say keep going.

***

I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d been holding on too long. I pulled my cock out of Daniela’s ass and brought it to her face just in time. I covered her whole face. Some of it fell onto her mother’s thigh and cunt. Lucía smiled and lowered her head to clean her daughter with her tongue.

Joaquín came inside her. Mathias almost at the same time, over my wife’s stomach. Daniela stayed kneeling on the floor, face covered, not moving.

I was wrecked. The drinks, the exhaustion, everything. I smoked a cigarette right there, with all of them. And I went to bed. They still had plenty left in them. The last thing I saw before closing the bedroom door was Lucía and Daniela kissing on the sofa, without holding anything back.

That summer in Puerto Azul changed us. That night was only the beginning.