Carla Chose the Perfect Guest for the Three of Them

Daniel came out onto the terrace carrying a tray: three gin and tonics with lots of ice, the gin gleaming in the glass under the golden light of dusk. He smiled to see them so at ease, seated together on the double sun lounger, sharing a moment more intimate than usual. He lay down beside Carla, let the sun slip in beneath the shadows of the awning, and kissed her slowly, a brief brush of lips but loaded with complicity.

Carla was still watching Marina with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. There was something about her that fascinated her, something she wanted to unravel, and she couldn’t help tugging at the thread.

—And how’s the sex? Tell me, would you consider yourself an expert or do you still have a lot to learn?

Marina let out a nervous laugh, something she rarely did. It was obvious the question had caught her off guard, but she was willing to be honest.

—Until I met you two, I thought I was pretty well off in that department. I’ve always been into exploring, trying things. But now that I think about it, I realize I was more inexperienced than I thought. As if I’d been playing in a lower league. I thought I knew everything and it turns out I still have a hell of a lot to discover.

Carla looked at her fixedly. She knew she was touching on a subject that wasn’t just sexual, but something deeper. There was a kind of transformation in Marina, something shifting inside her, and Carla felt she was about to understand it.

—You’ve got a lot left to discover, trust me —she said playfully—. Sex is like a journey that never ends. It’s not about piling up techniques or collecting experiences. It’s about understanding what you want, what you need.

—And what do you think, Daniel?

He had been calm, enjoying the quiet and the conversation. He answered with a slight smile. It wasn’t an easy subject to approach, but it didn’t make him uncomfortable.

—I think what Carla means is that sex goes far beyond the physical. It’s a question of connection, of trusting yourself and the other person. There are no fixed rules. And it’s addictive too: every time you think you know everything, you discover new desires. It never stops evolving.

Carla, without losing her relaxed tone but with a wicked glint in her eyes, leaned a little closer to Marina.

—The good thing about sex is that there’s always something new to discover. Every encounter is different, every person brings something different. If you’re willing to let go of your fear, of course.

She sat up from the lounger and walked barefoot across the grass, stretching out her slender figure, the firm curves, the taut buttocks. Daniel followed her with his eyes, comparing once again that woman made of confidence and desire with a Marina who was more cautious but just as sensual.

—I’m going for my first swim of the afternoon. I’m roasting in the sun.

—Me too, to cool off —said Marina.

Carla got into the water and plunged under completely. When she surfaced, she let out a cry at the temperature, surprisingly cold compared with the sultriness of the air. Marina got in after her. Daniel noticed she had a body to die for: generous breasts, toned legs.

—She looks amazing! —said Marina—. It’s great being here. I could get used to this.

The two women showed themselves in all their splendor, athletic bodies, letting the water slide over skin that was beginning to tan. Carla came out first and lay down on the towel, completely stretched out and exposed. She fixed Daniel with a defiant look, and he returned it while putting on his sunglasses. She was studying him discreetly, sending him glances that were turning into desire.

Marina came out of the pool with great poise, letting Daniel see the firm sway of her ass. She felt desired, turned into the object of desire of that very particular couple. She grabbed the tanning oil and answered each look with her feline eyes. Carla didn’t miss a single detail.

—You like her tits, don’t you? Well, they’re completely natural. I’m sure you’d love to touch them —Carla said provocatively, propped up on her elbow.

Daniel had just put the glasses on the table and was heading back into the shade when she arched her back and let out a satisfied sigh.

—Honey, will you put lotion on us? Otherwise we’ll peel like shrimp —she said, handing him the bottle with a mischievous smile—. Start with Marina, she’s the newbie and I don’t want her saying we didn’t take care of her.

Daniel looked at her sidelong, amused, and turned to Marina.

—Do you mind?

Marina, lying on her back with the top of her bikini off, turned her head and smiled.

—Mind? Not at all. You’ve seen me under worse circumstances, I think. Go ahead.

Carla sat on the edge of the lounger with the bottle in her hands.

—Do it properly, yeah? This northern girl’s skin isn’t used to the sun here. Look at that ass, it’ll look like a lantern if you don’t do it right —she said, laughing as she gave her a gentle swat.

—You witch! —Marina shot back, amused, not moving—. As if I didn’t know what you want is for someone to rub me down a little.

—Well, of course! Who do you think I invite into my pool? —Carla replied. Then she looked at Daniel with a solemn expression—. Get on with it. And don’t get nervous if your hand slips. Marina is all yours… for a little while.

Daniel huffed, rubbing cream into his palms.

—I’m going to have to charge overtime with you two.

—Oh, sure, and on top of that! Anyone would pay for what you’re doing right now.

Marina burst out laughing.

—Shut up and work, because I’m starting to think you brought me here with premeditation.

Carla leaned in and whispered in her ear:

—You think we didn’t have a plan? Anyone who comes into my garden leaves, at the very least, with her legs trembling.

Marina bit her lip and muttered without turning around:

—You’re all degenerates.

—That’s not an insult for us, darling. It’s a declaration of intent —Carla replied, winking at Daniel, who was already starting to spread the cream over Marina’s breasts with palms heated by the sun and by the tension growing in the air.

With his hands open, he drew circles over her breasts. He felt the nipples harden beneath his caresses. Then he moved down slowly over her back, paused at the shoulder blades, descended to her waist and finished on her buttocks. Her skin stung a little from the sun, and she shivered.

—Fuck —she murmured with a smile—. If you keep caressing me like that for much longer, I won’t be able to guarantee anything.

—I’m just following orders —he answered in a low voice—. The boss told me to coat you properly.

Carla, lying on her side, watched them with narrowed eyes and a lustful smile, sucking on an ice cube from her glass.

—Do you know how sexy it is to see you like this? You look like a movie scene. All that’s missing is slow motion.

Marina laughed under her breath.

—Well, you’re the director, aren’t you? What do you want me to do? Take off the bottom?

Carla sat up, moving her hips with studied languor.

—You wouldn’t dare —she challenged.

Marina lifted her head with a defiant smile.

—Want to bet? —she said, getting to her feet.

Daniel set the bottle down on the table without looking away. He didn’t know whether they were really playing or just testing the waters, but the electricity in the air was getting denser and denser. Carla moved over to the lounger and knelt in front of her.

—This is crazy —she whispered very close to her ear—. But we’re into crazy, aren’t we?

Marina slipped out of the bikini bottoms with smooth, feline movements and put her shaved sex on display.

—I can see you came prepared for the party.

—I’m not stupid. I knew what I was exposing myself to when I came.

Carla kissed her pubis and held her buttocks gently.

—Delicious. But I’m not going to be the only one left without cream. Come on, let’s see if you dare put your hands on me.

She got up and went back to her lounger. Marina followed her and, without hesitation, straddled her and took the bottle. Carla could feel the other woman’s sex brushing against her belly.

—Whore —she told her, delighted, smiling.

—Bitch —Marina replied, amused, pouring a good amount of cream into her own hands.

Daniel watched them with his pulse racing and a hot knot in his stomach. They knew they were about to cross another line.

Marina slid her cream-covered hands over Carla’s shoulders with calculated slowness. Her fingers moved with confidence, pressing, caressing, exploring. Carla closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, surrendering to the touch.

—Fuck, Marina… how many times had you done this before? —she asked in a low voice, with a rough edge.

—Massaging a half-naked woman while she’s soaked in sweat and gin? First time —she replied with a crooked smile, running her hands down Carla’s arms and then brushing her nipples in a slow caress.

Carla turned her face, her lips grazing Marina’s cheek.

—You’re learning very fast.

—I like learning with you —Marina whispered in her ear.

Daniel remained still, eyes fixed on every movement, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He said nothing, but his pupils spoke for themselves. Carla, without taking her hands off Marina’s thighs, looked at him with a smile full of intent.

—What do you say, honey? Do we pass her?

—It’s not a pass —he answered—. It’s honors with intensive practicals.

Marina laughed softly, but she didn’t stop. She lowered her hands to Carla’s belly, just above the navel, and stayed there, drawing little circles. Carla grabbed her wrists firmly.

—My turn now.

She turned with agility, ended up kneeling in front of her, and without asking permission started to coat her chest, slowly, deliberately, making every movement drag out a promise.

—You’re fucking hot —she murmured.

Marina closed her eyes, letting her do it. And then, in a voice that was almost trembling, she said:

—This is getting out of hand. If you keep this up, I won’t be responsible.

—That’s what I want —Carla answered with a mischievous spark.

She ran her tongue over her lower lip, as if savoring what was coming. With her hands still slick with cream, she wrapped them around Marina’s waist and pulled her close, skin to skin, their hot breaths tangled together.

—Just tell me if you want me to stop.

Marina shook her head, eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open. There wasn’t a trace of doubt. Only desire. Daniel rose slowly, the glass still in his hand, and stood beside them, watching. Carla lifted her gaze to him.

—Are you going to help us or are you just going to stand there like a premium spectator?

—I’m enjoying the show. But if you need me… —he took a slow sip— I play.

Marina turned her head toward him, still pressed against Carla.

—I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but this is the hottest thing that’s happened to me in years.

Carla gave a low, erotic laugh and yanked off the bottom of her bikini in one smooth pull.

—Then get ready. The best is yet to come.

She pushed her gently onto the lounger and Marina fell back laughing, while Carla climbed on top of her, her legs around her. The sun played over their bodies; the hot air could barely compete with the heat they gave off. Daniel came up behind Carla and placed a firm hand on her hip, complicit. He spoke into her ear.

—This is what we are. What you created. You have no idea how lucky I am.

Carla turned her face and kissed him without leaving Marina.

—Then let’s celebrate properly. The three of us.

She bent over her with the confidence only unbridled desire can give. She nipped at her neck, slowly moving down, leaving a trail of kisses and hot breath that made her arch her back and let out a stifled moan.

—Don’t hold back —Carla told her with a mischievous smile—. No one here is going to judge you.

Daniel, leaning on the edge of the lounger, watched fascinated, his pulse racing. Carla slid over Marina’s body, who had already left behind any trace of restraint.

—Come —she told Daniel without stopping her caresses—. Now it’s your turn.

He knelt beside them. He brushed a lock of hair away from Marina’s face and kissed her nipples, soft and firm, while Carla held her around the waist. Their breathing tangled, the bodies began to move in a new rhythm, electric, relentless. Daniel’s and Carla’s hands crossed over Marina’s body, tracing her, waking her up inch by inch. She no longer knew who was touching her, and she didn’t care. She only felt.

—I’m… I’m right on the edge —she murmured.

Carla looked her in the eyes, close to her face.

—Then cross it. There are no limits today. Let go.

Marina closed her eyes and the world disappeared. Only they remained, the hands, the bodies, the heat, the feeling of belonging to something new and wild. A small intimate revolution on the edge of a pool.

Daniel moved behind Carla, kissing her neck. She moaned without losing the rhythm with Marina, who was panting, wrapped in wonder and desire. There was no sound but their breathing, the pool water, and the brushing of skin.

Marina grabbed Carla by the nape hard, drawing her in to kiss her with an intensity that mixed hunger and gratitude. The tension between them broke like a wave held back for days. There were no barriers left, no necessary words. Only desire and a complicity that swept everything along.

—You’re a couple of bastards —Marina murmured with a trembling smile—. You didn’t warn me it was this good.

—If we told you, you wouldn’t have come —Carla answered, gasping.

Marina’s breathing turned erratic when Daniel slid his fingers over her thighs. She clung to his chest, lips parted, gaze dark and feverish. He slid his hands beneath her thighs and, with a firm movement, parted her legs. Their mouths searched for each other, desperate, while he settled his sex against hers. The tension, the heat, the forbidden: everything mixed into a dizzying sensation.

When he penetrated her, he did it gently. She arched her back, fingers dug into his nape, lips letting out a broken moan. Carla rested her head against his neck, running her mouth over the hot skin, tasting every shiver.

Carla gathered her mane into an improvised, practical, almost professional ponytail. She bent over Marina’s sex and started rubbing her clit with her tongue. Daniel, standing in front of her, gasped when his wife ran the tip of her tongue all along the length of his cock. He could taste Marina’s wetness on her.

Marina moaned beneath Carla.

—I want to eat you —she whispered—. Sit on my mouth.

Carla rose and sat on Marina’s mouth, who growled softly, her hands running over her hips, squeezing the firm flesh. She started licking her with passion. She gasped when Daniel entered her again, this time with unbridled force.

—Do it hard —Marina begged, her voice thick with desire, trapped between their legs—. Make me come. Today I’m a bitch in heat.

Her skin was burning, she could feel the hot friction of the intertwined bodies.

—Is this what you’ve been wanting all afternoon? —Daniel murmured against her neck, biting the skin—. To get fucked while you eat my wife’s pussy?

—Yes. And swallow all her wetness —she moaned—. You’re taking me to another dimension.

Marina could no longer form words. Her hands clutched Carla’s sex, opening it so her tongue could penetrate deep, while Daniel fucked her harder and harder. The heat of that pleasure mixed into an intoxicating cocktail, and she gasped in a near-sobbing sigh as her body trembled.

—Oh my God… I’m coming. I’m coming —she said, her voice trembling.

Daniel spread her thighs a little wider and drove his pelvis to the limit.

—That’s it —he murmured.

Marina couldn’t hold back the moans escaping her throat, each one more intense than the last, while her body convulsed beneath the shocks of a brutal orgasm, the fruit of long arousal. Carla rubbed her sex against that mouth, completely beside herself.

—Don’t stop —she begged—. Please, don’t stop now.

Marina didn’t need to be told twice. With intense suction she took her beyond what she thought possible. Carla’s movements turned into spasms and she let go, abandoning herself completely.

—Yes! —she shouted—. Yes!

The ecstasy was so intense she felt her legs give way. Daniel couldn’t hold back. He came out of Marina and sought Carla’s mouth, but he barely made it in time: several spurts reached her mouth and face. Their breathing was out of control, their hearts about to burst.

—Again —Carla murmured, her voice rough and needy—. Touch me.

Daniel didn’t need any more instructions. He laid her on the towel and licked her fiercely, while Carla’s hands, tangled in his hair, set the pace. He caressed her with restrained devotion, as if he never wanted that moment to end. Somewhere along the way they came undone together, amid sighs, laughter, and an implicit promise that this would not be the last time.

When everything calmed down, the three of them lay there, entwined, droplets of sweat and chlorine drying on their bodies under the sun that was beginning to sink.

Marina broke the silence in a low voice.

—I don’t know if this was madness… or exactly what I needed.

Carla ran a finger over her belly, an almost lazy caress. She leaned in and kissed her passionately.

—Both, probably.