The Afternoon by the Pool with My Friend Changed Everything

All women keep something tucked away deep inside. A desire we never say out loud, that only shows up when we’re alone or when a true friend gives us permission to let it out.

I’m writing this now, months later, because I talked to Lucía to piece it all back together between the two of us. After that afternoon we never mentioned it again. It was like a silent pact: something we did, something we enjoyed, and something we didn’t regret. Only when I put it into words did I feel like the two of us could finally breathe.

We were both around forty, that age when you know exactly what you want and your hand no longer shakes when you ask for it. Mothers, separated for a long time, with children old enough to have lives of their own. What we lacked was the nerve.

That January afternoon was brutally hot. My house was empty, so we opened a couple of beers, poured them into glasses as if we were elegant, and put on our bikinis to lie in the sun by the pool. Hers was yellow, contrasting with her lightly tanned skin. Mine was red, against my much paler skin.

—Remember when we were the good girls in the neighborhood? —Lucía said, laughing, with her glass resting on her stomach.

—Too good —I answered—. That’s the part that pisses me off.

The conversation, as always, drifted. First the husbands who were no longer there, then the things we never dared do with them, and little by little the fantasies we only confessed on those long nights of wine and secrets. My body temperature rose faster than the air’s. I could feel my bikini getting wet, and it wasn’t from sweat.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled down my top and let my tits out into the sun because my nipples were already too hard and sore. I looked at her with one eyebrow raised, inviting her without a word. She bit her lip, hesitated for a second, and let my hands untie the knot at her neck.

—This wasn’t in my plans for today —she murmured.

—The best plans never are —I told her.

I brushed her shoulders with the back of my hand and slowly moved down until I was barely touching her nipples. She closed her eyes behind her sunglasses.

—Please, don’t do that to me —she begged, but she didn’t move even an inch away.

I leaned in and ran my tongue over one breast while one hand slipped downward, under her bikini, until I found her soaked. She said nothing. She only spread her legs, panted, and pushed her hips just slightly against my fingers.

—Should I keep going or stop? —I asked, knowing perfectly well the answer.

—Keep going, don’t be mean —she answered, and opened her legs even wider.

***

Then something changed in her. She stopped being the one who received. She grabbed the back of my neck, devoured my mouth, squeezed my tits, and dug her nails into my ass. There we were, both of us, under the afternoon sun, face to face in the loungers, naked, kissing each other like we’d owed it to one another for years.

After a while we pulled apart just enough, both panting, and started masturbating in front of each other. We looked into each other’s eyes, mouths parted, fingers buried in ourselves. When we came almost together, I felt her hot wetness spatter my belly and slide down to my own sex.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, catching our breath, laughing at what we’d just done. We opened another beer. The inhibition had evaporated completely by then.

—Imagine if my son shows up with his friends —I said, half-joking—. They come here in the summer. They’d see us sprawled out, naked and spread open.

Lucía laughed softly, with a wicked edge.

—Maybe that’s exactly what we’re waiting for —she said—. For them to see us. For a pack of kids to fill every hole we’ve got.

We both burst out laughing, but neither of us denied it. So many years holding ourselves back, I thought, and the fantasy is still intact. Talking about four or five young men fucking us without mercy made us wetter than either of us wanted to admit.

The heat, the alcohol, and the exhaustion from pleasure did us in. Without realizing it, we fell asleep wrapped around each other, naked in the same lounger, for a few minutes that felt like nothing.

***

I woke to a strange feeling, the sense of being watched. I opened my eyes slowly and my breath caught: my son Bruno and three of his friends were standing by the edge of the pool, staring at us, hypnotized. Their swim trunks did absolutely nothing to hide what the scene was doing to them.

We sat up abruptly. For a moment we tried to cover ourselves, stammering out an explanation neither of us believed. But it was useless. Lucía and I looked at each other, looked at them, and understood the same thing at the same time: this was the opportunity, and those boys weren’t going anywhere.

No need to talk about it. We stood up and, with our eyes and our bodies, guided them toward the big L-shaped sofas in the shade of the veranda, by the water. They followed us like they were dazzled, unable to believe their luck.

Lucía and I stood back to back. Each of us had two young men in front of her, their bulges already showing beneath the fabric. As if we were stripping them on purpose, we took off their shirts first. Then we knelt and slowly pulled their swim trunks down. Their dicks sprang out hard, shining, ready.

The four of them looked at one another, still unable to believe it. Two mothers kneeling, ready to give them the best afternoon of their lives. And we were more ready than they were.

I, maybe because I was the hostess, started. I caressed the chests of the two men in front of me, slid my hands down slowly until their skin bristled, grabbed both cocks, and started jerking them off at the same time. Lucía was more direct: she wet her fingers with saliva, stroked Bruno’s balls, and ran her tongue from the base to the tip.

—Uf… —my son let slip, his whole body trembling.

—I’ve heard a lot about this cock —Lucía said with a smile before swallowing it whole while she kept jerking off the friend next to him, who stared at her wide-eyed.

I turned my head and saw the scene. I felt a strange mix of jealousy and pride, for Bruno and for her. I decided to handle my own business. I brought the two cocks in front of me together, ran my tongue from one to the other, lifted them to lick the shafts and suck their balls. The two young men shuddered with every movement.

Back to back, Lucía’s body and mine brushed against each other, and we felt the other woman’s heat and sweat. We were both soaked. We stayed like that for a good while until we decided it was time for something more.

***

We both stood up. We looked into each other’s eyes and shared a long kiss, tasting of youth. She brought one hand down from my face, passed over my tits, barely scratched my belly, and ended between my legs. With two fingers she pressed my clit and brought on my first orgasm of the afternoon, while whispering in my ear:

—Sucking your son’s cock already made me come.

I felt my legs flood all at once. We had absolute control of the situation. We were two girls with new toys, only these toys were breathing and wanted us.

Each of us chose a sofa. I sat one of Bruno’s friends down, turned my back to him, spread my legs, and slowly lowered myself until his cock was buried to the hilt inside me, moving in circles. With my other hand I grabbed the cock of the man beside me and kept sucking him. Lucía, meanwhile, had sat down with her feet on the floor and her legs open. Bruno was eating her out with dedication, running his tongue from side to side and sliding his fingers in every now and then. The other boy, standing on the sofa, was getting the best blowjob of his life.

The afternoon was still heavy and hot. Six sweaty bodies, in an ordinary house in an ordinary neighborhood, giving themselves over without guilt or limits. Every so often Lucía and I would catch each other’s eyes and smile, conspiratorial, knowing we were living out exactly what we’d imagined on so many nights.

Lucía looked for me with her eyes, as if asking permission. I gave it to her with a gesture. She took Bruno by the head, pulled him toward her, kissed him hungrily, and guided his cock inside. She lifted her hips and started taking him slowly.

—All of it, all of it, put it all in —she begged him, and let out a muffled cry of pleasure.

I reached out and found her hand. We squeezed hard, feeling all six of us locked into that one single gesture.

***

I stood up and turned my back to the one I’d been sucking off, offered him my cunt, and let him fuck me while I kept sucking the other one sitting in front of me. It didn’t last long: he came in abundance over my mouth, my face, my tits. I loved that taste while they fucked me from behind.

A shout made me turn my head. Lucía was on the sofa with her back to it, her hips lifted, one hand on the backrest and the other between her legs. Bruno was fucking her without stopping, his balls slapping against her, his body arched, coming like never before. Mom taught you well, I thought, and felt an absurd, enormous pride.

The friend with her was masturbating himself seated on the armrest. I motioned him over and tucked him in beside the other pair. I rode him without thinking; he was thick, he slid in rubbing me all the way, and drew a deep pleasure from me. Then I wet my fingers with saliva and semen, brought them to my ass, stretched myself open slowly, and told my son’s friend behind me: “Stick it in.” Awkward at first, but as soon as the head went in, the rest slid home on its own.

There I was, in my own backyard, taking two at once, bringing to life the fantasy Lucía and I had dreamed about so many times. She, beside me, was doing the same: she’d sat astride Bruno, hands on the backrest, offering him her tits, while ordering the other one to lube her up and take her from behind. In seconds she was a sandwich of young flesh, dominant even in that position.

We were both in ecstasy. The friction of two bodies inside at the same time is a feeling beyond words. The sweat, the smell of sex, the sounds, everything mixed together. For an instant we met each other’s eyes, wanted each other, brought our mouths together as best we could, and kissed. We panted together. Everything lined up: our breathing, our pulse, our pleasure all moving at the same rhythm. I felt as if we were one, and at the same time we had the most intense orgasm of our lives.

Then I felt a hot burst filling me from behind; one of them had emptied himself inside me. As if everything were chained together, the other came at the same time. Beside me, Lucía was crying out while her young lover tensed up to finish too.

Only Bruno was left standing. Well taught, he knew this wasn’t about rushing. Lucía guided him patiently, and when she felt he was close, she dismounted him and made him stand. She called me over. The two of us knelt in front of him; we wanted the last of what he had left. We ran our tongues over his shaft, and when we felt him coming we kissed with his cock between us. He came over both of us equally.

He collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. We hugged and kissed slowly, exchanging saliva and sweat, stroking each other’s tired, sore bodies, but happy. We had finally let loose that thing we had kept buried so deep for so many years.