The Family We Met at the Nude Beach

What Camila and I had was always different. We met in a courthouse, her defending her client with that mix of cold intelligence and a dress far too tight for a courtroom hearing. I was a lawyer for the opposing firm, lost the case and gained something else. A month later we were living together.

My name is Mateo, I’m twenty-seven, and until I found her I thought sex was a formality with a good conversation beforehand. Camila taught me it was exactly the opposite. We talked about anything in bed, said things that would have shocked other couples, and the next day we’d have breakfast as if none of it had ever come out of our mouths.

—You know what I miss? —she told me one night in July, the two of us sweating on the sheets, my semen still running down her thigh—. A beach where no one hides their face when they see me.

—Tomorrow —I answered, sliding a finger through her swollen cunt and taking it to my mouth—. I know one.

***

The cove was at the end of a pine-lined path. When we got there, Camila took off her pareo before she’d even spread out the towel. Her body, already tanned from other summers, drew looks at once. It didn’t take a second glance to understand that this beach ran on different rules: the couples chose their spot based on who they wanted to brush against the next day.

We set up a few steps from a mature couple, both of them around fifty. She had a stylish gray mane, small firm breasts, dark erect nipples pointing at the sun. He had broad shoulders and a smile that invited conversation, with a thick cock resting against his thigh and no intention of covering it. They didn’t take long to speak to us.

—I’m Octavio. My wife, Renata.

—Mateo. My partner, Camila.

We talked about everything people talk about in a cove: the water, the heat, lawyers, summer prices. We also talked about what almost nobody talks about the first time. Renata kept looking at Camila longer than necessary, and Camila never looked away. Octavio smiled like a man who already knew how the movie ended.

—Are you staying for lunch? —he asked—. We live two hundred meters away. The kids are coming.

—The kids? —I asked.

—Five. From both previous marriages. A big family, you know how it is.

Camila accepted for both of us before I could answer. Octavio stood up toward the beach bar and motioned for me to come with him. Along the way, with a couple of beers in hand, he pointed to a huge house at the far end of the promenade.

—That’s ours. Madness, I know. But so many people come and go that we kept expanding it.

—How many of you live inside?

—Ten. And I can assure you, Mateo, when you see the girls you’ll understand why I’m asking whether your partner is jealous.

He burst out laughing before I could answer. I tried to laugh too, but something in his tone wasn’t entirely a joke. We went back with the drinks and Renata, without getting up, asked me to put sunscreen on her back. I did. When I reached her waist, her fingers crossed with mine and guided them a few centimeters lower, to the base of her ass. I took the hint and went a little lower, brushing the wet cleft of sweat with my thumb. She let out a soft sigh and parted her legs just a little. I didn’t pull away.

Meanwhile, Camila was rubbing sunscreen over Octavio’s shoulders with a smile I knew too well. My wife’s hand slid lower too, without bothering to hide it, until she brushed his cock over his swim trunks. I watched Octavio’s outline sharpen, watched Camila lick her lips without taking her eyes off me.

***

The mansion smelled of salt and wood. Sliding doors opened onto a rectangular pool surrounded by loungers. Before we could even slip off our sandals, the others were there: two boys and three girls, all between eighteen and twenty-five.

—My children, Tomás and Romina —said Octavio—. Renata’s are Lucas, Bruna and Valeria. And this one here is Daniela, the little one of the two of us.

Daniela had just turned eighteen. Short hair, huge eyes, a tank top and nothing underneath. She looked at me with blatant curiosity, as if she’d already decided something before greeting me.

They went inside to change and came back out one by one, naked. No fuss, no posing, like someone taking off their shoes after coming home from the street. Camila took three seconds to imitate them. I stayed standing there looking for a towel and praying my body wouldn’t betray me.

It didn’t work. My cock was swelling in front of everyone and a hand touched my back. It was Valeria, freshly eighteen, small perky tits, shaved cunt shining.

—Looking for the bathroom? —she said softly—. I’ll show you.

I followed her down a marble hallway, watching her round ass move with every step. She closed the door behind me and leaned against it, naked, looking at me as if she were appraising a painting.

—You don’t have to hide it, Mateo. Not here.

—Valeria, I don’t think...

—I’m eighteen. And I’ve been fucking everyone who lives in this house since I was sixteen. It’s normal. No one’s going to walk in and scold me.

She said it with a calm that left me no room for arguments. She knelt in front of me, yanked my trunks down, and looked at my cock with a greedy smile. Before touching it, she licked it from the base to the head with her whole tongue, flat and hot. Then she took it all into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, without gagging, her lips tight at the root. When she pulled away, a strand of saliva hung from her lower lip.

—What a beautiful cock —she murmured, spitting on it and going back to sucking.

Her mouth found a rhythm I hadn’t expected from someone her age. She was slow when slow was needed and deep when she knew I couldn’t take it anymore. She sucked my balls one by one, took them into her mouth, climbed back up the shaft licking the thick vein that marked my side. I ran a hand over the back of her neck, brushed the hair off her face to look at her. She kept smiling and sped up, squeezing the base with one hand and twisting her wrist on every upward stroke.

—Stand up —I told her, my voice breaking.

I pressed her against the sink. I kissed her neck, her back, bit her shoulder. I slid a hand between her legs and found her soaked, her cunt dripping all the way to the inside of her thigh. I slipped in two fingers and she opened up as if she’d been waiting for hours. I spread her legs with my knee and entered slowly, feeling how every inch tightened around me inside her.

—Fuck —she gasped—. Put it all in.

I shoved to the hilt in one thrust and Valeria dug her nails into the marble. She braced her hands on the mirror and watched her own reflection as I drove into her from behind. Watching her watch herself, her tits bouncing with every thrust, seeing myself reflected too as I grabbed her hair and arched her back, made me lose the rhythm. I hit her harder, slapping her ass, marking it with my open hand. Flesh bounced under my palm and she pushed back, asking for more.

—Fuck me, Mateo, like that, like that, don’t stop —she moaned against the mirror, fogging it with her breath.

I felt myself coming. I grabbed her by the waist, drove into her three more times, brutal, to the hilt.

—Don’t come inside me —she whispered suddenly, tightening her muscles around my cock—. Finish in my mouth. I love tasting it.

She turned just in time. She knelt. Opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, looking up at me with shining eyes. I took hold of it myself and jerked off a couple of times over that pink tongue. The first rope hit her cheek, the second went straight down her throat, and she closed her lips around the head to take the rest without losing a drop. She kept looking up at me with her mouth still closed for a second too long, showing me her tongue covered in cum. She swallowed. Smiled. Wiped her cheek with one finger, licked it, and stood up as if she’d just poured herself a glass of water.

—Welcome —she said—. Five minutes. No one noticed a thing.

***

The pool was full when we went back. Camila was laughing in the water, her arms around Octavio’s neck, and beneath the reflection it was perfectly clear she had one hand wrapped around his cock. Lucas, Renata’s oldest son, had Bruna by the waist without much attempt to hide it, his fingers sunk between her wet ass cheeks, and I had no doubt who her father was. Tomás and Romina, Octavio’s two twenty-something children, were far too close to be only siblings.

—A shoulder war —Renata suggested from the steps—. Girls up top, boys below. Last one standing wins.

Daniela picked me before I could count who was left. She jumped onto my shoulders. I felt her sex pressed against the back of my neck, still a little cool from the water, the lips of her cunt opening against my skin, and my body stopped obeying my head. Camila, from Octavio’s shoulders, looked at me with the smile of someone who knows exactly what I’m feeling.

—Knock your sister down, Daniela —Renata said.

Tomás and Romina held out almost as long as we did. Romina, too aware of my state, made a move that only makes sense if you’re looking downward. Her hand brushed me under the water, grabbed my whole cock, and squeezed it in a jerk just as I was trying to steady Daniela, and I took advantage of the confusion to push as well. The four of us fell into the water. When I came up for air, Romina was still below. She didn’t surface right away. I felt her mouth close over my head underwater, a quick kiss, her tongue tracing a full circle around me. When she did that, I’d already lost my breathing rhythm again.

—Cheater —I told her.

—In this game, anything goes —she answered—. And you’ve got something too nice not to use.

Daniela grabbed me by the neck from behind. Her whole body against my back, her hard tits against my shoulder blades, one thigh coiled around my hip. I slipped a hand under the water, stroked her thigh, went higher, found her cunt open and sank two fingers in at once. She laughed against my ear and squeezed her thighs, trapping my hand.

—You wouldn’t dare —she murmured, moving her hips against my fingers.

—I would.

—Then dare in front of my mother.

Renata, from the steps, was already watching us. She smiled. One hand between her legs, moving slowly, unhurried. There was nothing to hide.

***

We got out of the water wrapped in towels. Renata sat all of us around the outdoor table with cold beers and told us the story with the kind of ease only many years of telling it can bring.

—Octavio and I met in a club. One of those clubs that don’t show up on Google. Both families come from there, generations back. Our children grew up knowing this was normal. The only thing we ask for is discretion and respect.

—And among yourselves? —I asked, not quite sure how far I was allowed to go.

—Among ourselves, whoever wants to fuck whoever wants to. We sleep with our own partner, but the day has many hours and the house has many rooms.

Camila didn’t say anything. She just looked at me over the rim of her beer. I knew that look. It meant yes, let’s do it, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.

Octavio stood up.

—We’ll show you the house.

They didn’t show it. They distributed it. Lucas and Bruna took Camila up a side staircase, and I heard her laughter fade at the end of the hallway, immediately followed by a long moan I recognized perfectly. Tomás took Daniela by the hand. Romina motioned to me with a finger and went into a room with a sea view. Renata grabbed my wrist before I could choose.

—You’re coming with me now —she said—. The girls can wait.

Her room smelled of wood and something warmer. She sat me on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and knelt between them. She was fifty and had a body cared for with the kind of elegance no twenty-year-old girl can imitate yet. She took my cock with both hands, spit on it, and began to lick it slowly, looking at me, stopping whenever she felt I was getting too close. She sucked my balls one by one, licked my perineum, went back to the top and took me all the way in, pressing her lips to the base and watching me without blinking while she drew me out centimeter by centimeter.

—Fifty years sucking cock —she said, spitting again—. And this is one of the best.

When she came up, she kissed me like we’d been doing it for months, with her mouth still tasting like me.

—You can’t imagine how many times Octavio and I have talked about this —she said—. We saw you on the beach and we knew.

I laid her down. Spread her legs calmly. Her cunt was shaved, the lips tucked in, shining with saliva and desire. I lowered my head and licked it all the way, bottom to top, closing my mouth over her clit. Renata lifted her hips against my face and grabbed my hair. I licked her until she started trembling, until I felt her cunt tightening around my tongue. Only then did I come up and enter, unhurried, paying attention to every expression on her face. Renata closed her eyes, opened them, looked at me, closed them again.

—Deeper —she gasped—. Break me.

She asked me to put her face down, to grab her hair, not to be too gentle. I did everything she asked. I put her on all fours, pulled her hair until her back arched, and gave it to her hard, one open palm on one ass cheek and the other hand fixed at her hip. Her flesh moved in waves, her ass turned red with every slap, and she pushed back asking for more. I slid a thumb into her asshole at the same time as I drove my cock all the way in, and Renata let out a long cry. It didn’t take long for her to shudder against the sheet, clenching around me with her whole body, contracting over my cock in waves that forced me to pull out so I wouldn’t come.

—Now go to Daniela —she told me afterward, still breathing hard, her face crushed into the pillow—. She’s been asking for you for a while.

***

I found her in a small room with pale blue walls. She was lying on her side, naked, her chin propped on one hand and the other between her legs. When she saw me come in, she didn’t move. She just spread her thighs a little wider.

—I thought you weren’t coming —she said, never stopping touching herself.

—I had to wait in line.

She laughed. I brushed the hair off her forehead and kissed her brows, her nose, her mouth. Daniela had the skin of someone who still hasn’t learned how to hide anything. She let me do it. I kissed her neck, her sternum, sucked one nipple and then the other until they stood hard as stone, slid down her waist, spread her legs and kissed her there too, slowly, sinking my tongue between her lips, sucking her clit until she stopped talking and started digging her nails into my shoulders.

—Yes, there, don’t stop —she moaned—. Put it in already, please.

I climbed up. Looked at her. Rubbed the head of my cock against her soaked cunt, up and down, without going in. I entered just a little, slowly, and pulled back out. I repeated it until she pushed her hips against mine, impatient, trying to swallow me whole.

—Don’t tease —she whispered—. Fuck me already.

Only then did I stay inside, all the way to the hilt, feeling her tighten around every inch. I started slowly, with long thrusts, and built the pace until the bed began hitting the wall. Daniela closed her eyes and bit her lip. I lifted one leg and rested it on my shoulder, going even deeper that way. I heard her say my name two or three times, each time lower, each time hoarser. I grabbed one of her tits, pinched the nipple, and she answered by clenching around my cock like a fist.

—I’m coming —she gasped—. I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop.

When she tensed under me, arching her back, a tear slipped out without her seeming sad at all. I stayed still inside her, feeling the contractions, until it was me who could no longer hold back. I pulled out in time and emptied my load over her belly and breasts, a warm puddle she smeared over her skin with two fingers, then took them to her mouth.

I went out into the hallway afterward, still trying to catch my breath. At the far end, a half-open door. It was Camila, on her knees, laughing against Lucas’s chest while Bruna, kneeling behind, tucked her hair behind her ear and licked a nipple. Lucas had her by the hair and was shoving his cock to the back of her throat, pulling it out shining with saliva every time. Our eyes met through a crack. My wife smiled at me with his cock still in her mouth, never stopping sucking, the way someone smiles when they’ve found exactly what they came looking for. I closed the door without going in.

Renata was waiting at the end of the hallway with two glasses of wine, still naked, with the mark of my fingers on her ass.

—Are you staying for dinner?

I took the glass from her. Drank half of it in one go. Thought of Camila laughing two doors away with her mouth full, of Valeria with her bathroom smile and her tongue still gleaming, of Daniela biting her lip with my cum between her tits, of Romina in the water, and of everything that would probably come after dinner.

—We’re staying —I said.