Lorena Planned the Perfect Threesome by the Pool

They arrived at the pool after seven in the evening. The sun was already going down, but it still warmed enough to make the water inviting. It had been a long, sunny day, the kind that ends slowly, and Lorena had the feeling that that sunset, without anyone saying it out loud, was going to change the lives of the three of them.

The garden enjoyed absolute privacy. No one could see them from outside, only from the upstairs balcony or from the grass itself. Noelia took off her robe with a careless gesture and dove in with ease, swimming from one end to the other. Lorena watched her from the edge, calculating.

So far everything is going exactly as I thought, she told herself as she watched her cut through the water. She had been turning that plan over in her head for weeks: getting the redhead to loosen up enough, making sure the wine did its part, bringing Adrián into the scene without it seeming forced. She wanted it in a way that was almost painful, and she no longer bothered to hide it from herself.

—Aren’t you going to get in? The water’s amazing, come on —Noelia called to her in that sweet, slightly childish voice of hers.

She didn’t finish the sentence. Lorena had already plunged in headfirst and was swimming toward her. She reached her side and started tickling her ribs, pretending it was a child’s game. The redhead fought back, but her hands were far less innocent: they lingered on Lorena’s hips, brushed her breasts, slid down her belly. When she saw that Lorena wasn’t protesting, and on the contrary, her nipples were hardening under the tiny swimsuit, she dared to run the back of her hand over her sex.

I never in my wildest dreams imagined this, Noelia was thinking meanwhile. I’d give anything to taste her right now.

Adrián’s voice interrupted them from the edge.

—It’s a pleasure to see you enjoying yourselves, you look like two little girls —he said, drying his hands on a cloth—. But come out, we’ll open a bottle of wine and make something to nibble on. I’m done working and my appetite’s kicked in.

—We’re coming out right now —Lorena replied. And then, in a low voice, just for Noelia—: Let’s make some toast with the ham we bought this afternoon. Maybe we can take Adrián’s appetite away, but only the one in his stomach.

***

When the two women came out of the water, Adrián’s eyes went wide. Those tiny swimsuits, instead of covering, seemed designed to provoke.

—Jesus Christ —he muttered—. Are you trying to kill me with a heart attack? If this goes on, I’m going to have to sit down.

—Relax —Lorena told him with a crooked smile—. We’ll eat something and then I’ll take care of making you relax. If Noelia feels like it, I’ll let her help me.

She didn’t need to look twice to realize that her maneuvering was paying off: Adrián had an erection impossible to hide beneath his linen trousers, and Noelia was looking at him out of the corner of her eye with a curiosity that was no longer entirely innocent.

Lorena tied her robe, slipped off the bottom of her swimsuit in one clean motion, and let it fall onto the grass. With a gesture, she indicated to the redhead that she should follow her into the kitchen. Noelia, intimidated but unable to resist, copied her: first she took off her bottoms, then she put on her robe. Adrián let out a snort that made them both laugh.

Once inside, while she was cutting the bread, Noelia dared to ask cautiously:

—All that… can fit in you?

—All the way to the hilt —Lorena replied, amused—. Does that seem too much to you?

—No, I’m just curious. —The redhead had gone red all the way to her roots—. It’s bigger than my biggest toy. Even bigger than the harness I have at home.

—That one in the drawer? —Lorena laughed—. The one with straps?

—They’re not just any straps, it’s a proper harness, and you can fit different-sized dicks on it —Noelia clarified, recovering some of her usual boldness—. And just so you know, I’m an expert at using it.

Lorena looked at her a second too long. That answer confirmed what she had suspected for weeks.

—I’m going to set the table outside with Adrián. We’ll have dinner by the pool —she said—. Are you sticking with the wine, or would you rather have something else?

—Wine is fine.

When Lorena left, Noelia was left alone with the toast and whispered, almost to herself:

—I’m going to need three glasses, at least, to dare do what I’ve wanted to do all afternoon.

She didn’t know Lorena had stayed in the doorway. She heard it perfectly, and a triumphant smile crossed her face.

***

In the garden, Adrián was still standing, unable to lower his guard or his erection. When he saw his wife appear with that overflowing cheerfulness, he narrowed his eyes.

—You’re plotting something. I know you. That’s the face you make when you’ve already got an idea in your head, and it’s usually a dangerous one.

—Well, look at that, the cook isn’t in a bad mood either —Lorena replied, grabbing the bulge over the fabric and giving it an affectionate squeeze—. She’s got you going like crazy, hasn’t she?

—I won’t deny it. But it’s not just her. You, with that swimsuit I didn’t even know you had, are impossible. —Adrián swallowed—. What are you trying to do, leave the two of us so worked up there’s no end to it?

Lorena glanced toward the kitchen before lowering her voice.

—Do you want a threesome with her and me?

Adrián looked at her as if he hadn’t understood her properly.

—Are you serious?

—Completely. I’ve got her just about ripe. And you should know something: if you say yes, you’ll be the first man she’s ever been with.

—Lorena, this could blow up in our faces.

—Don’t be afraid. I’ve thought of everything, absolutely everything. —Her smile never faded—. After dinner and three glasses of wine, the redhead is going to make the two of us very happy. And when we’re relaxed, I’ll explain the rest of the plan. Trust me. Today might be the best day of your life.

They couldn’t go on. Noelia came out with a tray: the toast spread with tomato and oil, the ham carefully sliced, a few pieces of cheese. She set everything on the table with slightly trembling hands, stealing furtive glances at Adrián’s groin, still unable to believe what she was seeing.

***

Dinner began tensely. Adrián and Noelia could barely string two sentences together, but Lorena, with her lawyer’s eloquence and natural cheer, dismantled them little by little. The tone of the conversation turned cheeky, then openly obscene, and by the third glass of wine the three of them were laughing as if they had known each other all their lives.

That was when Lorena grew serious for a moment.

—I want to tell you something. And I want Noelia to know who she’s getting involved with. —She looked up at the sky, choosing her words—. Adrián and I got married almost a year ago; tomorrow is our anniversary. I didn’t marry because I was in love with the idea of marriage: it was my father who pushed us into it. He caught us together in the living room at home, the first time we were together, and didn’t leave us any other way out.

Adrián looked down, uncomfortable, but he didn’t interrupt her.

—I was a virgin. He was my first. And before that, the two of us were a pair of misfits: he had spent his youth training for track and field until an injury sidelined him, and I was studying law and taking care of my mother, who was sick. We met his mother at the hospital; she was a nurse. The day I lost mine, I gained a mother-in-law and a husband. —She stroked Adrián’s face with a tenderness she wasn’t faking—. I love him, that much is clear. He fulfills me. But these last few years I always had the feeling I’d missed something in my youth, something I didn’t know how to name.

Noelia listened with wet eyes and the glass in her hands.

—Until you showed up —Lorena went on, and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth that left the redhead breathless—. At first you won me over with your cooking, I’ll admit it. Then I realized what I was missing: feeling desired, the game of seduction, something I’d never experienced, especially not with another woman. These past few months I discovered I’m bisexual. That I’m in love with a wonderful man and, at the same time, with the cook who has been circling me without letup.

For a few seconds nobody spoke.

—And what exactly are you proposing? —Adrián finally asked—. Because you’ve told us your life, but you haven’t said anything concrete.

—That’s right —Noelia agreed—. What do you want us to do?

—I have a draft written up. A contract among the three of us. —Lorena smiled at their astonished faces—. A family of three. Noelia wouldn’t be our employee, let me make that clear: we’d keep the cleaning company. She would be our woman. Mine and Adrián’s. And if any of us wants to be a mother or father someday, the three of us will.

—But what are you saying? —Adrián laughed, half terrified and half thrilled—. I’d sign right now.

—I’m only nineteen —Noelia said, blushing but smiling—. I’d have to wrap my head around it. Though, I’ll be honest, it doesn’t seem nearly as crazy to me now.

***

When the evening had fully fallen and the third glass took effect, Lorena turned to her husband with false innocence.

—Honey, do you mind if Noelia and I keep playing in the water a while?

—On the contrary —he replied, completely surrendered now to his wife’s ideas—. I’ll enjoy watching you. And if you get bored, I wouldn’t mind joining you.

Lorena took off her robe and stood completely naked. Noelia, encouraged by the wine and by the certainty that her desire was returned, copied her. Hand in hand, they slowly descended the sloped part of the pool, where the water only barely covered them.

Adrián watched them without blinking. He had never suspected his wife might like another woman, and for an instant fear tightened his chest: what if what Lorena felt for the redhead ended up pushing him aside? That shadow haunted him until he saw that the two of them, in the water, had stopped pretending any kind of game. They were touching each other openly, with a calm that grew more and more charged.

They finally came out of the water, still holding hands. Lorena laid Noelia on her back on the grass, knelt between her legs, and lowered her head without a second thought. The redhead arched her back, pinched her nipples, and began to moan incoherent words. Adrián, mesmerized, approached. There was no trace left of his sadness: only the image of his wife devouring that girl brought his hardness back in full.

Lorena lifted her head for a moment and, without letting go of Noelia’s hips, ordered her:

—What are you waiting for? Put it in me already, like the first time. I want to live out my whole fantasy: eat her out while you fuck me.

And she went back to her task with even more fervor, lifting her hips for him. Adrián held her by the waist and entered in one stroke, without resistance, because Lorena was more aroused than ever. They stayed like that for a time none of them could measure, on the grass, while Adrián and Noelia held each other’s gaze over Lorena’s body. When she felt her orgasm coming, she moaned with her mouth pressed to the redhead’s sex, and that vibration dragged Noelia into a long climax, unlike anything she had ever known.

Lorena collapsed onto the grass, her breathing ragged.

—My God —Noelia panted—. No one had ever done something like that to me. And I think knowing I was being watched had something to do with it too.

—That was because of the racket this one makes when she cums —Adrián laughed, still on his knees—. Her cries got inside you. Thank God the hedge keeps us hidden from the neighbors.

Noelia opened her eyes, saw him crouched there with his trousers around his ankles, still only halfway done, and burst out laughing.

—You should take care of your husband; he’s been left halfway there.

—You’re right —Lorena said, suddenly recovering—. I’m going to take care of him. And you, girl, do the same for me. Let’s see if I can send him the vibrations he sent you.

She got on all fours and took Adrián into her mouth. Noelia didn’t need to be told twice: she buried her face between Lorena’s thighs and started moving with a skill that drew moans from the woman, increasingly unrestrained. Adrián, feeling those vibrations through his wife, didn’t last long.

—Clearly sharing you with Noelia was the best idea you’ve ever had —he managed to say before coming, holding her by the nape of the neck.

The two women came almost at the same time, one after the other, and collapsed onto the grass.

***

The three of them lay there, exhausted, looking up at the sky that had begun to fill with stars. Lorena, in the middle, took the floor.

—It turned out infinitely better than I had planned. And I still have one clause of the contract to propose: I want the three of us to sleep together tonight. What do you say?

—For my part, it’s like I won the lottery —Adrián said.

—No problem for me either —Noelia added—. The bed is big. Though, Adrián, I hope you’re as patient with me as you were with her.

—Perfect —Lorena exclaimed, beaming—. Tomorrow we celebrate the anniversary by signing the contract and adding a third name to this family. You make me so happy.

—Well —Adrián said, pretending to be serious—, we already have the brunette and the redhead. We’d only be missing a blonde to complete the picture.

—What do you think this is, a harem? —Noelia shot back, looking at him with mock suspicion—. Aren’t the two of us enough for you?

—I meant the daughter you might have someday —he defended himself, laughing helplessly—. With your genes and mine, she might come out redheaded or blonde. Just so you know, if a third woman ever comes along, you two choose her. You’ve got excellent taste.

—You shameless bastard…

They both said it at once, laughing, the women who from that night on would be his wives. But the idea hung in the warm garden air, like a promise: that someday, if they wanted and found her, maybe the contract would have to be expanded.