The Beach Chalet Where Four of Us Went Four-on-Four

The car thermometer read thirty-eight degrees when they left the motorway behind. It was that sweltering June in which the air seems liquid, in which not even night brings relief. But Lorena didn’t mind the heat at all. She was in the back seat of a convertible, her hair tousled by the wind, the sea to her right and three of her best friends around her. They were heading up the coast toward the chalet they had rented for the long weekend, a discreet house perched on a cliff.

Bea was driving. Forty-three years old, brunette, short and plump, with a pair of enormous breasts straining to escape her low-cut shirt. Beside her, in the passenger seat, sat Noa, the youngest in the group, just turned thirty-eight, a face almost like a girl’s that contrasted with a body honed by the gym. In the back, next to Lorena, rode Carmen: blonde, close to fifty like her, short and indisputably the owner of the best ass of the four.

“It’s the second year we’ve done this,” Carmen said, stretching her arms into the sun. “We should make it a law.”

They called it their secret getaway. Three days away from husbands, from children, from life itself. The year before, encouraged by wine and by something more than wine, the four of them had ended up tangled up with one another on the sofa of another house much like this one. None of them was a lesbian, and yet none of them had forgotten it.

“What are we waiting for to get tanned?” Bea asked when they went through the gate.

***

The chalet surpassed every expectation. From the garden you could see the whole Mediterranean, open like a promise. Tall hedges shielded it from prying eyes on three of its sides; the fourth faced the cliff, and no one without a telescope could possibly look in from there.

“You nailed it, Bea,” Noa said, dipping one foot into the pool water.

“It was recommended to me because it’s discreet,” Bea replied with a half smile. “You never know what might happen this weekend.”

Ten minutes later they were stretched out on the loungers. Lorena took off her bikini top and offered the sun a pair of breasts not very large but firm, round, with pink nipples. Beside her, Bea, covered by little more than a black thong, rubbed cream into Noa’s back with a slowness that had nothing innocent about it. With every stroke she took the opportunity to rub her tits against her friend’s skin, and Noa let her do it without protesting.

“I love your tits, Bea,” Carmen sighed from her lounger. “What my husband would enjoy if I had a pair like that.”

“Don’t complain, because in exchange you’ve got the best ass in the province,” Bea shot back, sliding her hands along Noa’s sides until they closed over her breasts.

Noa shivered.

“Are we starting already?” she murmured, and gave her a long kiss on the mouth.

“I’m really turned on, girls,” Bea confessed, sitting on the edge of the lounger. “I need more than just you this weekend, I’m telling you that seriously.”

“Doesn’t your husband do that for you?” Carmen asked with a look of feigned innocence.

“He knows how to have it, not how to use it,” Bea laughed. “That’s why I want to propose something. Do you remember me telling you about Karim? He lives nearby. I used to fool around with him years ago.”

She passed over her phone. On the screen, a man of about thirty, attractive, with an easy smile.

“Not bad at all,” Carmen admitted. “Before or after you got married?”

“As if I’m going to tell you,” Bea teased. “The thing is, he’s suggested coming to dinner tonight. And bringing three friends.”

“Party!” Noa shouted, delighted.

Lorena was the only one who hesitated.

“I don’t know... not knowing them makes me a bit shy.”

Bea moved closer, ran a hand over the back of her neck, and kissed her slowly, while with the other she squeezed her hip.

“I still remember how you were screaming last year,” she whispered in her ear, though all four of them heard it perfectly.

Lorena squirmed, half embarrassed, half aroused.

“You’re a witch,” she replied. “All right. But decent people, eh?”

“The most decent,” Bea promised. “And eager to make us enjoy ourselves.”

***

Dinner had long since been over when the party reached its best moment. The four men turned out to be similar to one another: foreigners, in their thirties, well dressed, with Spanish learned in fits and starts and a contagious good mood. Along with Karim had come Tarek, Samir, and Nadir. The last of them stood out from the others: he was around six foot five, with the shoulders of someone who lifted for a living and arms that seemed ready to burst the seams of his shirt.

The women’s initial wariness soon dissolved amid wine, music, and laughter. Within half an hour, the eight of them seemed to have known one another all their lives. Noa was dancing pressed against Samir, who didn’t hold back at all when it came to grabbing her ass. Lorena, on the sofa, was already kissing Nadir, tiny in the giant’s arms.

Bea was the first to get up. She took Tarek by the hand and disappeared down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Carmen followed shortly after, hanging from Karim’s neck.

Lorena felt Nadir’s hand part her thighs, travel them slowly, until it came to rest over the fabric of her thong, where her heat betrayed her. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with. The thought frightened and aroused her in equal measure. Without really knowing how, she found herself naked, her breasts exposed, and Nadir’s mouth closing over one of her nipples with a hunger that made her arch.

“Slowly,” she said, without conviction.

No more was needed. His hand pulled her thong aside and began to explore her with a thick finger that sank into her, tearing a long moan from her throat. Nearby, Noa was already on her knees in front of Samir and licking him without haste. He lifted her by the armpits, turned her around, set her against the bar cabinet, and took her from behind with a firm thrust that left her breathless.

“Look at her,” Nadir murmured against Lorena’s ear. “Do you want that for yourself?”

Lorena could only nod.

***

In the back room, Bea panted on all fours while Tarek thrust into her without mercy. Karim had already told him how horny his former lover was, how much she enjoyed things without half measures, and even so he was blown away by that woman’s surrender. It was a pleasure to slam into that big, firm ass again and again, to feel her pushing back, asking for more.

On the bed beside them, Carmen was proving that Bea hadn’t exaggerated when describing Karim. With all resistance gone, she could do nothing but revel in pleasure while he took her from the front, her legs tangled around the man’s waist as if she wanted to keep him inside her forever. A first orgasm swept through her whole body and made her scream against his shoulder.

Back in the living room, Lorena watched Nadir finish undressing and her eyes went wide. He had an athlete’s body, a broad chest, trained legs, and a cock unlike anything she had ever had in her hands.

“It’s huge,” she stammered, closing her fingers around it, unable to encompass it.

“And it’s going to be bigger still,” he smiled. “Relax, I’m going to take it slow with you.”

“I’m a little scared,” she confessed, running her tongue over the tip, testing him with her mouth.

“You all say the same thing,” Nadir replied, stroking her cheek. “Until you’ve got it inside you.”

He lay her carefully on the sofa, toyed for a few moments at her wet, hot entrance, and began to enter her centimeter by centimeter. Lorena arched, lifted her hips, adapted to that body invading her without haste, and when she thought no more could fit, she discovered that it could, and that the pleasure grew with every millimeter.

“Ahhh... bastard...” she moaned, clinging to his back.

“That’s it, baby. Let go.”

He began to move with a rising rhythm, and Lorena lost count of the times pleasure shook her from head to toe.

***

If Lorena was coming harder than ever, Bea and Carmen were not lagging behind. Tarek and Karim had brought them onto the same bed, side by side, and took turns taking them while they kissed to the rhythm of each thrust. Bea, after more than half an hour, even asked for a truce.

“Stop, stop for a bit, please...” she panted.

“Don’t you want more?” Karim laughed, easing off and letting her catch her breath.

Carmen, meanwhile, had sat astride Tarek, buried to the hilt, riding him with a shamelessness she hadn’t even known she possessed. When she felt Karim’s hands on her hips, she knew what was coming.

“Wait, wait,” she asked, and then, more softly: “careful.”

It was not the first time she had been taken from behind, but it was the first time two men occupied her at once. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let her body open. Pleasure ran through her in a new, almost unbearable way, and she clung to the sheets as she came again and again, until she lost count.

When the two men gave signs that they couldn’t hold out any longer, they pulled out of them, and Bea and Carmen, exhausted and smiling, leaned in to finish what they had started, receiving the end of that session with their mouths and then collapsing onto the bed, wrapped around each other, with not even the strength to speak.

***

In the living room, Lorena howled with delight feeling Nadir’s orgasm flood through her, after he had driven her to the limit four or five times. While she caught her breath, she caught sight of Noa collapsed on Samir’s chest, spent with pleasure, a silly smile on her lips.

Dawn found the four of them scattered around the house, asleep where exhaustion had left them. Lorena was the first to wake, sore and happy in equal measure. She found her friends in the kitchen, wrapped in towels, with freshly made coffee and the men already gone, just as they had agreed the night before.

“Well?” Bea asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lorena poured herself a cup, looked at the sea through the big window, and smiled.

“Next year,” she said, “we rent the chalet again. And this time I’m not going to hesitate.”

The four of them laughed. There were still two days ahead of them, and the promise, suspended in the hot June air, that this would not be the last time.