That Dinner Between Two Couples Was Not Just Dinner

The night had barely begun and the air was already thick. From the moment Lucía and I crossed the threshold of that house, desire hung in every corner, sometimes hinted at and sometimes so explicit it was hard to breathe. Far from making me uncomfortable, it pushed me closer and closer to the edge. We had met Nadia that same week on the beach, and her invitation to dinner with her family had turned out to be anything but a formal meal.

I walked over to the sofa where Lucía was draped over Esteban, still flushed from the caresses she had just received. Her blouse was open down to her navel, her tits bare, her nipples red from how much they had been sucked, and a shiny thread was running down the inside of her thigh. I gently took her by the shoulders, sat her up, and kissed her with a tenderness that contrasted with everything else, though I could taste someone else on her mouth.

—Good? —I whispered in her ear.

—Incredible. I didn’t think I’d be able to let go with them so easily —she murmured, and I could hear her voice shaking—. He put two fingers in me, Daniel. I almost came in front of everyone.

Nadia, who had heard everything, sat up and kissed Lucía too, slowly, unhurriedly, staking her claim. She ran her tongue over Lucía’s lips, slid it in to the back of her throat, and with her free hand pinched one of her nipples until she drew a moan from her.

—Look at you, pretty girl, look how we’ve got you —she said, pulling back barely an inch—. You’re soaked, it shows on your skirt. Isn’t that right, Hugo?

—Absolutely —he replied from the far end of the living room, breathing hard and with his cock still hard, peeking over the top of his unbuttoned pants—. She’s left me right on the edge. A little more and I’d have come in her mouth.

—Mum —Nadia went on, turning to Marina with a smile that had nothing innocent about it—, didn’t you say you wanted him? Look at the poor thing. He’s outlined in his pants, look at the bulge.

Marina came over without taking her eyes off me. She was a determined woman, one of those who keep control of every situation without raising their voice, and I immediately understood where the daughter had gotten her brazenness. She leaned over me and slid her hand over the fabric of my pants, slowly, gauging my reaction. She squeezed my cock over the denim, ran her hand up and down it, and then slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my boxer briefs to grab me against skin.

—What a cock you’ve got hidden away —she murmured—. It’s already dripping, darling.

I wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate.

—Come here, let me give you a little service before dinner —she said, and without another preamble she knelt down in front of Hugo and me. She had the two of us sit on the sofa, pulled our pants down to our ankles, and took our cocks out with a skill that made my skin prickle. Hugo’s was thick and curved; mine was left throbbing in her hand. Marina weighed them, one in each palm, and smiled like someone choosing dessert.

—Lucía, come help me —she asked—. This calls for two, and I only have one mouth.

Lucía looked at me as if asking permission, and I nodded. She came over still hesitant, but the atmosphere pulled her in. She knelt beside Marina, and Marina gently pushed her head toward Hugo’s cock while she took mine into her mouth in one go, all the way to the throat, no gagging, with years of technique behind it. I felt her hot tongue circling my head, the firm suction, the wet smack each time she came up. She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, enjoying seeing me tremble.

—Suck him like this, darling, look —she told Lucía between licks—. With your whole tongue underneath, and then you take him in until he touches your uvula. Don’t be afraid, he doesn’t bite.

Lucía obeyed with a mix of shyness and a new hunger. She opened her mouth and started taking him little by little, helping herself with her hand at the base. Hugo threw his head back and let out a hoarse groan. Marina changed then: she let me go, moved over to Hugo’s cock, and pushed Lucía’s head toward mine. My wife looked up at me from below, her lips shiny with someone else’s saliva, and devoured me. She sucked me like she had never sucked me before, only pulling my cock from her mouth to lick my balls, to run her tongue along my frenulum, to spit on me and take me back in again. Marina guided her with a hand on the back of her neck, setting the rhythm.

—Now both at once, beautiful —Marina said, switching with me again. She started sucking me on one side while Lucía licked the other, their tongues meeting on my head, their mouths brushing one another. They kissed over the tip of my cock, with it between them, and I was on the verge of coming right there and then.

I was somewhere else entirely, seeing both scenes at once, not knowing where to look. Hugo had his hands buried in the two women’s hair, his cock shining with saliva, and he gasped every time Marina gave him attention back. None of us had gotten anywhere yet when Marina suddenly stood up, leaving us all halfway there, with our hard cocks pointing at the ceiling and our mouths empty.

—Right, dinner —she announced, fixing her hair as if nothing had happened and wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand—. Save those urges for later; keep the tension going. The night is going to be long.

—Nadia, come get these boys looking a bit more presentable —she added—. So they can pull themselves together before we go out into the garden.

—Coming —said Nadia—, but give me a second, because Dad… I mean, because these two are looking at me with sad faces.

She bent down, took a cock in each hand, and worked them both at once, her thumbs sliding over the wet heads. She lowered her head and gave me a long lick from my balls to the tip, then did the same to Hugo, and finished us off with a kiss on the mouth each, leaving the taste of our own arousal on our lips.

—Come on, Lucía —she went on—, my mother has something she can lend you. You’re not having dinner like that.

—I didn’t think we were going to change clothes —Lucía laughed—. I didn’t bring anything.

—That’s what we’re here for —Marina replied.

***

The three of them disappeared into the bedroom. From the living room I could hear laughter and the rustling of clothes, the occasional muffled moan, a smack here and there. When they came back, they looked like three goddesses freshly descended from somewhere better than this place. Lucía was wearing a tight skirt and a loose T-shirt slipping off one shoulder; she later confessed to me that she had turned down an even shorter dress. Marina had put it on her, impossibly tight, with no panties, outlining her shaved cunt through the fabric. Nadia wore cut-off jeans and the top part of a tiny bikini that barely held her tits in place.

—I almost preferred staying naked —Lucía admitted as she came over—, but I was embarrassed. And I swear I had never liked women, until tonight. Marina licked my cunt in the dressing room, Daniel. Twice. I almost came in her face.

Marina turned her face with two fingers and kissed her deeply, with no witnesses that mattered. She slipped in her tongue, bit her lower lip, and ran her hand under her skirt to slip a finger into her wet cunt, right in front of everyone.

—I ruined your lipstick again —she said, pulling out her shiny finger and sucking it clean—, but that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me in a long time. And you taste divine, gorgeous.

Esteban and I had set the table in the garden while they got ready. Soft lights, a couple of candles, and the scent of jasmine and night-blooming flowers drifting in from the corners, around a small pool with a hot tub area. Nothing ostentatious, but everything chosen with a taste I immediately recognized as Marina’s work.

—What a beautiful garden —Lucía said, running over to hug me.

—Our hosts have excellent taste —I replied quietly—. How was it in there?

—They’re both lovely —she whispered—. They’re making me feel things I didn’t know I had inside me. Nadia licked my cunt in the changing room, Daniel. She put her tongue up my ass. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.

—Then enjoy it. This feels like it’s just getting started.

—Shall we open a bottle of champagne? —Esteban suggested aloud—. And toast to our new friends.

—Yes! And I propose a game —Nadia jumped in, hanging on Hugo’s neck and rubbing her ass against the cock that was still hard—. The boys are having too much fun with Lucía, and that’s unfair. We want the same attention.

—Works for me —Marina said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, biting her lip—, but first I’m hungry. And not just for you. Let’s serve it up, it’s all finger food.

We filled the glasses. Esteban put on something soft in the background and we toasted.

—To this couple Nadia brought us —he said—. May they enjoy the night, and may it not be the last.

We drank long swallows, the cold champagne going down a throat dried out by the heat from before.

***

The temperature was perfect after the beach day. With the glass in hand, Nadia explained the rules.

—The game, as you can imagine, is a little daring —she said, looking at Lucía and me, still wrapped around each other—. Are you up for it?

—I am —I answered—. I don’t want to miss a thing. What do you say, Lucía? —and as I spoke I slid my hand through the opening of her T-shirt and pinched one of her nipples, already hard. With my other hand I lifted her skirt from behind and groped her naked ass.

—Yes —she gasped, rubbing herself against my fingers—. I’m not the one who’s going to spoil a night like this.

—Then listen. There are two groups of five straws: the orange ones for the girls, the blue ones for the boys. Each group has one short one. With your eyes closed, each person draws one. Whoever gets the short one has to feed one of these canapés to whoever they choose, however they want. And the one receiving the bite does it blindfolded.

We started. Nadia volunteered to draw first to open the way, then her mother, and finally Lucía, so her shyness could fade little by little. Hugo was holding the straws.

—Close your eyes and draw one —he told Nadia.

She drew a long blue one. Hugo drew another blue one, also long. And then Marina drew the short orange one. We all clapped. It was her turn to choose a diner, and she let her gaze drift over the table with a calm that would make anyone nervous.

—I don’t know, I don’t know who to pick… —she said, while I kept stroking Lucía, who was confessing in my ear that she felt a little embarrassed—. I choose Lucía. But I’ll be good.

She tied a scarf over Lucía’s eyes. She took a canapé with a pale cream, uncovered one breast and smeared a little of the cream over the nipple, letting a bit drip toward her cleavage. First she brought the bite to Lucía’s lips, stroking them with her thumb before giving it to her to bite. Lucía shuddered.

—There’s a second bite —Marina said—. Do you want it, or is that too much for a start?

—I want it —Lucía answered, and I heard something like disappointment in her voice that it wasn’t bolder.

Marina brushed her lips again with her thumb, slid it in slowly so she could taste it, and then withdrew it. Lucía made a protesting face: she was enjoying it. Then Marina brought the cream-smeared nipple to her lips and ran it across them.

We all fell silent. The reaction was immediate. Lucía started timidly, sticking out her tongue to taste, and the applause encouraged her; Marina closed her eyes to concentrate on what she felt. Spurred by her own desire and by everyone else’s encouragement, Lucía licked, sucked, and stroked that breast with a new brazenness. She took the whole thing into her mouth, nibbling the nipple, tugging on it with her teeth until it made Marina moan. Marina held her by the nape, pulling her in hard, while she pulled the other breast out of her dress and guided Lucía’s mouth from one breast to the other. She ran her fingers over Lucía’s skirt, found her soaked cunt, and slid two fingers all the way inside, moving them slowly within her, which Lucía paid for with a long moan. They both moaned, first softly, then louder, as the cream disappeared and Marina’s fingers sank deeper.

Meanwhile, Hugo had Nadia up on his hips, her cut-off jeans shifted to one side, and he was fucking her standing up, slowly, bracing her against the back of a chair while he kissed her neck. She let herself be taken, mouth open, without missing a detail of the scene beside her. At one point she turned to him.

—Take me out for a second, baby. Bring me over to those two —she asked.

She got down from him with his cock still shining between her thighs, went over to her mother, and lifted her dress from behind, baring her ass. She caressed between her legs, spread her pussy lips with two fingers, and thrust them in to the knuckles, getting herself thoroughly wet. With a cheeky gesture she brought them to Hugo, who licked them without shame. Then she repeated the move with Lucía, who under the borrowed skirt wasn’t wearing anything, opened her up, shoved her fingers deep inside and stirred them around, then let her boyfriend taste her again before licking her own fingers clean, looking us straight in the eyes.

Esteban and I were only drinking, with our cocks hard again under the table. The scene was so charged that our throats had dried out once more, and I, without realizing it, kept pinching Lucía’s nipple harder and harder. She moaned, caught between everything at once: Marina’s mouth on her tits, Marina’s fingers in her cunt, and now Nadia’s tongue, which had knelt behind her and was licking her ass from bottom to top, sliding it into her little hole with obscene patience. A shiver ran through her whole body; her legs gave out.

—I’m going to come —Lucía gasped, the blindfold still on—. Fuck, I’m going to come.

—Then come, gorgeous —Marina whispered, without pulling her fingers out—. Come in my hand, I want to feel it.

And she came. Her whole body trembled, her back arched, and she let out a hoarse cry that bounced off the garden walls. Nadia kept licking her as the last waves shook her, and Marina slowly pulled her soaked fingers out to suck them one by one in front of us.

When Lucía finally came to, Marina took her face in both hands, released her breast, and kissed her with a passion Lucía accepted fully, tasting herself in the other woman’s mouth. By then there wasn’t a trace left of the shyness she’d had at the start.

—New round —Nadia announced, giving her mother’s hip a loud slap—. Your turn, Daniel.

***

When we managed to pull ourselves together, we filled the glasses again. I drew my straw with my eyes closed. It came out blue, but Marina switched it for an orange one, the short one, of course. Later I would learn there was a wager between her and Nadia: which of the two would make me decide where my desire was leaning that night.

When I opened my eyes, I fell thoughtful. Lucía, still pressed against me with her cunt leaking, spoke in my ear with a smile I didn’t know anymore.

—Don’t be stupid and enjoy it —she told me, squeezing my cock over my pants—. Fuck them both, my love. I want to watch you. I think tonight we’re going to try everything.