That Night in the Jacuzzi We Swapped Partners

The beach house smelled of salt and red wine. We had spent the day stretched out in the sun, nibbling and laughing, brushing against each other with that easy familiarity that grows when two couples know each other too well. By the time night fell, the conversation had long since lost all filters, and nobody was making the slightest effort to hide where things were headed.

Marina, my wife, kissed me slowly, biting my lip before letting me go.

—Tonight you choose —she whispered in my ear—. I want to see you enjoy yourself.

—That’s a hard choice —I answered, and I wasn’t lying.

There were three women and three men on that terrace, and each of them had something about them that scrambled my head. I had Marina every night. I had already tasted Lucía on another occasion none of us ever forgot. So the chosen one this time would be Elena.

—Blindfold me, Marina —I asked—. I want you to be part of the game.

She smiled with a mix of shyness and boldness I knew well. She tied a silk scarf over my eyes and I felt the world shrink down to touch, to the sound of someone else’s breathing, and to the distant splashing of water in the jacuzzi.

—Sergio, get with Elena —said Marina, handing out the lineup like a director—. And nobody just stands around watching.

Nobody stays alone. That was the only rule that night.

***

I heard Lucía and Marina settling onto the wicker sofa, one on each side of Rubén, Lucía’s husband. They started with gentle caresses, tiny kisses on the neck, the collarbone, that spot behind the ear that drives anyone crazy. Rubén let out a deep groan that gave away how fast he was losing his composure.

—Marina, I’ll let you do the honors —Lucía said in a hoarse voice.

—Want me to start? —my wife faltered.

—Of course, gorgeous. Look how he’s looking at you. Well, look how we all are. I’ll help you.

I couldn’t see them, but the scene formed itself in my head with every sound. The rustle of fabric sliding away, Rubén’s ragged breathing, Lucía’s murmurs of approval as she guided Marina’s hand. My wife started slowly, with a long caress, and then a soft kiss that sent a shiver through Rubén’s whole body.

Meanwhile, I had my own game waiting.

I found Elena in the dark with my hands. I knew her by the warmth of her skin before anything else. I kissed her with all the wetness I could, letting my tongue into her mouth, stroking hers, feeling her answer with a hunger I hadn’t expected. Sergio had sat down on the floor between her legs and began kissing her knees, moving up the inner thighs without rushing, to the exact point where the skin turns thinner and the waiting becomes unbearable.

Elena jumped and moaned softly. Two caresses, two different mouths on her at once. I felt her body tighten with anticipation.

***

I kept thinking about how to give her the most pleasure, and I was in that doubt when I noticed Lucía had come closer to me. She must have recognized my silence. She said something to Marina —“take care of Rubén, he’s wanted you since he saw you”— and her hands found me.

She pulled my pants down with calm skill, without nerves, and gave me a couple of licks that stole my breath. Then I heard the click of a lid and a sweet smell I couldn’t identify right away.

—Lucía, that’s dessert —I protested softly, guessing the cream.

—Honey, tonight you’re both the main course and dessert —she murmured, amused—. Order doesn’t matter.

I felt the cold of the cream on my skin, and immediately her warm mouth wrapped around it all. The contrast made me clench my teeth. I was blind, surrendered, not knowing what came next, and that uncertainty multiplied everything a thousandfold.

—Now let me with Elena —I asked when I felt I wouldn’t last—. But don’t go far.

***

I went back to Elena. Sergio already had her on the edge, kissing her without touching the center yet, prolonging the torture. I brought my hand to her face and began to stroke her with exquisite care, feeling her skin pebble beneath my fingers. Two men, one at her crotch and another at her face, and in that instant she understood the whole situation.

She reached a hand toward the head showering kisses on her groin, recognized Sergio’s hair, and pulled him in until his mouth met her there. The moan she let out then was something else, deeper, less restrained.

I caressed her lips and let her suck my fingers. Her tongue was hungry for more. I put one in, let her suck and play with it, then two, and finally a third. The moans were constant, fed by Sergio’s devotion and by the desire for it never to end.

I leaned in and brought my mouth to hers. I pulled my fingers away —she made a protesting face that vanished instantly— and kissed her deeply. One of her hands flew to my nape, the other slid down my chest, searching, claiming. That woman knew exactly what she wanted.

When I lifted the blindfold just enough to peek underneath, I found Marina giving herself over to Rubén at tremendous speed, and Lucía behind her, holding her, whispering things that made her tremble.

—I can’t take much more of this —I said—. Shall we go to the jacuzzi?

—Oh, yes —Marina answered, her voice breaking—. Tonight is championship-level.

***

Elena took off the scarf she had stolen from me at some point during the game and looked me in the eye for the first time in a while.

—Put it in me already —she asked—. I can’t take it anymore.

I fumbled for a condom on the table.

—What are you looking for? —she asked.

—A condom.

—Leave it. I want you like that, if you don’t mind.

—Not at all —I answered, and my voice came out rougher than I meant it to.

I moved in and stroked her with the tip, making several slow passes until I felt the unease with which she moved her hips, searching for me. I entered her slowly, feeling her open, feeling her swallow me centimeter by centimeter all the way in. I started a steady rhythm, and with my free hand I stroked her clit, sensing the pulses running through her.

Elena started trembling. Her legs shook with a rhythm she no longer controlled.

—I’m coming —she announced, and the word broke in half.

I doubled the pace to make it more intense. She dug her nails into my hips, somewhere between “stop” and “don’t stop,” that boundary where pleasure can no longer be distinguished from vertigo. Sergio, off to one side, finished with a long groan, and for a second we all hung suspended in the same instant of release.

—Come to the shower —I said, not wanting it to end—. And then, the jacuzzi.

—Let me catch my breath. And I swear I’ll make you finish.

***

We went to the outdoor pool shower, holding hands like two lovers, peeling off the little clothing we had left from each other. As we passed the jacuzzi I saw Lucía riding Rubén, and Marina offering her breasts so he could kiss her nipples. Seeing us pass, they changed position, laughing, dealing themselves out again like cards from the same deck.

Under the stream of warm water, Elena and I kissed without urgency. I traced her back, her hips, brushed the wet hair out of her face. For a moment, in the middle of all that shared madness, there was something almost intimate, two bodies recognizing each other in silence.

—I’m going to make you come right now —she murmured against my neck.

—I want to do it in the jacuzzi —I answered—. With the others close by. I want to see them while I have you.

We got into the hot water. I sat on the submerged edge and Elena straddled me, lowering herself slowly until she took me all the way in. The water surrounded us, bubbles burst against our skin, and the feeling of heat inside and out was almost too much.

Marina, beside us, stopped watching her own and leaned over to kiss me.

—Enjoy her —she said—. You deserve it.

Sergio got into the jacuzzi too, recovered, and Lucía welcomed him with the same position we had, riding him like a true Amazon. There we were, the three couples, tangled together, out of order, moving to the same rhythm as the water as if the world would end at dawn.

—Don’t stop now —Elena panted, pressing against me—. I’m coming. And you are too, with me.

—Yes —was all I managed to say, because her mouth returned to mine and left me speechless.

Marina began trembling beside us, reached out, and grabbed my hand hard. She came in a scandalously intense way, infecting Rubén, who followed her a second later. That left Lucía and Sergio, her clinging to his hair, riding him without restraint until they both climaxed at once with a muffled cry.

And then it was my turn. Elena moved faster, both hands on my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine, and the orgasm ripped through us at the same time, long and deep, leaving us empty and shaking in the water.

***

When we caught our breath, I carefully separated from Elena and drew Marina toward me. We stayed curled up for a long while, the six bodies warmed by the water and steam drifting over the terrace.

—Damián, that was incredible —Marina said, her head resting on my chest—. Did you have a good time?

—Of course I did, love. And you?

—I loved it. But what I liked most was seeing your face, so happy. Enjoying yourself, and seeing me enjoy myself too.

I kissed her forehead and looked out at the starry night over the beach.

—This won’t be the last time —I promised.

And from the way the three couples all laughed at once in the water, I knew none of us had the slightest intention of making it so.