The Card Game That Ended in Partner Swapping

The damned cards were already prepared. My hand trembled as I wrote them, especially the last ones, the red ones. Ink wasn’t the only dark thing in that old house on the outskirts.

We weren’t completely decided, but once the damn box of curiosity was opened, the thrill had taken hold of us. It brought fear and nerves with it. I went down the stairs and the steps creaked under my feet. Marina was looking out through the window, frowning.

—What are you thinking about, «koala»? Are you counting the drops? —I asked her.

My partner was watching the rain fall over the garden.

—My… —she paused—. My cousin called me.

Silence fell, letting me hear the last drops, the ones hanging from the roof. They seemed to strike, instead of the ground, the tension running through my whole body.

—And what did she say? —I pressed.

—They’ve confirmed they’re coming.

I froze. She looked at me without blinking, demanding a reaction.

—Good. —I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

The four of us had talked about it for weeks. Even so, with no prior experience, everything felt unpredictable. Today was the agreed date.

—I’ve got everything ready. I’m going to clear those leaves out of the pool and kill some time —I told her.

—And what have you come up with, Héctor? —she arched an eyebrow.

—You’ll know when Bárbara and Adrián get here.

—Heaven knows what you’ve dreamed up, «bird».

Every car that passed made me whip my head around. I was disappointed each time it wasn’t our guests. I finished cleaning out the water and went back inside. Marina was pacing back and forth in a white summer dress.

—I think that’s them —she warned me.

The engine cut off nearby and we stood there stunned. They knocked at the door. Marina raised both palms, as if surrendering. I walked up to her, kissed her, and opened the door.

***

Adrián came in first and I hugged him. Despite his easygoing manner, he was tense. Over his shoulder I looked for Bárbara, and found her sexier than ever. My girlfriend welcomed them with two kisses. I hugged her cousin.

—Ah, Bárbara, my platonic love! —I exclaimed.

—You’re such an idiot, Héctor —she said, laughing.

—I see you brought the black bikini. Good.

—Do you like it that much? How’s the pool? Looks like it’s rained a little.

—Don’t worry —Marina cut in—. Héctor has already taken out two leaves. It’ll be perfect.

We talked about the drive and how the week had gone. Adrián kept tapping a piece of furniture with his nails. We also mentioned the weather, that typical filler conversation. Bárbara took off her dress, dropped into the armchair and crossed her legs. Her husband sat on the sofa, moving his feet like someone following a song only he could hear.

I carried on with the conversation leaning against the doorframe, delighting in our guest’s body. Marina told us how the wind had ruined the plants in the patio. Then she lay down on the sofa, stretching out, leaving her fuchsia bikini on display. Almost posing.

The words stopped flowing. Adrián was already paying more attention to Marina than to anything else. I didn’t know which half of the game excited him more. Neither did I.

—They told me something about some cards —Adrián blurted out.

My girl put her legs on his lap and pointed at me with her chin.

—He’s in charge of that.

—And are there many? —Bárbara asked.

—Of course —I said with sarcasm—. My hand hurts from writing them.

—From writing or from thinking about my fiancée’s bikini? —Adrián joked.

—From writing —Marina snapped—. He uses his left hand to jerk off, I’ve seen it! With the right he scratches his balls.

I thought about getting the cards before my partner cracked any more wise. But first we had to open the game.

—First things first, if we’re going to do this, I consider you two the most suitable people, both me and the joker here.

Both nodded and I went on.

—Since none of us has any experience with this sort of thing, I thought we’d start by fooling around a little.

—Define fooling around, Héctor —Bárbara asked.

—We try things little by little and see how it goes. Better if I explain: I bought cards in three colors, green, yellow and red, with a challenge written on each one. I don’t need to tell you what each color means. We start with the greens and…

Adrián cut me off.

—If everyone’s comfortable, we move to the next color.

—Shows you studied, Adrián —Marina said.

—Careful, I may end up studying you.

—You already do that.

—True.

I invited them outside. Marina took off her dress, Adrián blinked, she noticed and stroked his arm before crossing the door. Bárbara followed, swaying her hips and keeping her eyes on me. Our feet felt heavy. I went to get the cards, the kitchen clock, some glasses and a bottle of cava.

***

The pool was ideal: instead of a ladder it had broad steps, perfect for the game. I took out two boxes and a separate black card.

—One box for each couple. One for Adrián and my girlfriend, another for Bárbara and me.

I waited for their reactions. They looked at each other until Bárbara noticed the different card.

—And the black one?

—It marks a first rule. You’ll stay on top of your box partner for the whole game.

No one objected. Adrián stripped off his clothes and was left in his swim trunks. He sat on the first step, water at his waist. I did the same on the other side. The women were quick to follow instructions.

The cool water and the heat of the bodies contrasted, setting our pulses racing. There were no jokes now.

—Who draws the first card? —Adrián asked.

—You, for talking and for being handsome —Bárbara replied.

—Works for me. Let’s see what it says… “Bite Marina’s neck for fifteen seconds.” I see these are personalized.

Marina started the timer and offered her neck. Adrián didn’t hesitate: first with his lips, then with his teeth. She lowered her eyelids. When the clock went ping, she let out a muffled sound. A small silence followed. Hands were already settling on waists and thighs with complete confidence.

—Well, I guess it’s our turn —Bárbara said, picking a card—. This one says “circles on Bárbara’s nipples, twenty seconds.” Permission granted, dear host.

I ran my finger gently, barely brushing her skin, from her navel upward. She laughed, ticklish. I drew small circles around her chest, ended on her nipples, already hard, and kissed her ear until time was up.

The pulses were no longer in the chest. No one looked uncomfortable; their expressions suggested the opposite.

Next card. “Marina must fake an orgasm. Forty seconds.”

—How dirty, birdie! —my girlfriend said.

Marina didn’t want to disappoint. She let her head fall to one side. She parted her legs and started with her breathing, slow, little by little. Then she raised the intensity, matching her hips to her voice. She slid her hands from her knees to her waist and back to the insides of her thighs. She jerked her face upward, flinging her hair back. She gave us a whole range of sounds.

To top it off, she drank straight from the bottle of cava. I watched a smile spread across her face. She fixed her eyes on me and pulled the bottle from her mouth. The foam gushed out, staining her face, her neck and her chest.

At last I understood what I had read so much about, that mixture of emotions. Jealousy stabbing me in the chest while my body asked for more. And we had only just begun.

—Damn! She’s set the bar high —Bárbara commented.

My girl winked at me. I couldn’t answer. I was stunned.

—Your turn —Adrián warned.

—Still with us, Héctor? Let me steal a little of your attention —Bárbara chided me.

When she read her challenge aloud, I reacted. She had to mimic a blowjob on my fingers. Thirty seconds. I brought my hand up to her face. She didn’t hesitate: she fixed her pupils on mine, grabbed my wrist and brought her lips to my fingers. First she played with her tongue, then she swallowed my fingers. Her saliva covered almost my whole hand.

We fell silent, sizing each other up, taking in the sensations.

—Maybe we should move on to the yellows —Marina suggested.

—If no one wants to stop, go ahead —Bárbara said.

—No one seems to want to stop —Adrián stated.

—In that case, let’s carry on. But there’s a note under the boxes —I pointed out.

They didn’t take long to look at it. The paper said that, when moving to the yellow cards, everyone had to remove one item of clothing. No accessories.

—Sounds perfect to me —Marina said—, but it’s our turn. Help me, Adrián? And don’t use your hands.

Adrián used his teeth on the first strap, then kissed her clavicles all the way to the second. Gravity did the rest. Marina was aiming high.

—Now stand up —she ordered him.

She was direct, barely giving him time to rise. She pulled hard downward, leaving everything hard exposed, a mere inches from his face. He took a breath and turned around, pressing his back against her. She wanted to stretch the game out. Adrián sat back down, puffing, eager to let off steam but not wanting to ruin the moment.

It was my turn. I put my hands on Bárbara’s shoulders and slid her straps down slowly, letting them dangle. What was revealed had none of the firmness of the ties. It was simply perfect.

I untied my trunks. I stroked Bárbara’s hair. She did the same. Mine hung and swayed for a few seconds. I grabbed her body and sat down. I wanted her against me.

No one felt like talking. We were taking less and less time to draw a card. I had written them, so I knew what could come up. That left my mouth dry.

***

Adrián read the first yellow card with a doubtful expression.

—“Four spanks and two slaps”? —He stared straight at me.

—She likes that —I replied.

—Like almost all women —my girl noted.

Marina crouched down sensually and lifted her ass, urging him to do it. Adrián positioned himself behind her. He raised his hand and struck with less force than she wanted. Marina called him out on it.

—What a disappointment, Adrián! That doesn’t count.

He tried again, but still didn’t convince her.

—I’ve seen finches hit harder —she mocked him.

The slaps grew more intense. Marina kept provoking him nonstop. Adrián took a more determined stance and hit hard. We lost count. The last spank made her fall onto the grass. I was practically having palpitations.

In a few seconds, Marina slowly got up and ended up on her knees. She spoke defiantly:

—Now, if you dare… there are still the slaps.

The first one was soft; she pretended to yawn. The second made more noise; my girlfriend stuck out her tongue. Adrián got heated and gave her a slap that made her stagger.

Then he moved away from her and got into the water. He leaned on the edge, looked at the sky and huffed several times. Marina stood up with her cheek marked and licked her lips.

Our next challenge was a twenty-second kiss, with hands wherever each person wanted. Our tongues crossed. I lavished attention on Bárbara’s thighs and ass, squeezing so hard that she moaned. When the timer sounded, I slid a finger between her buttocks. She jumped. It was incredibly hard to stop.

—Our turn —Adrián rushed out as soon as he heard the chime.

—Wait, darling. After this, aren’t you going to pick another yellow? —my partner hinted.

The clouds gathered again. It started to drizzle, and lightning could be seen on the horizon. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Marina got on her knees, arched her body and began crawling slowly, swaying, her ass red from the spanks. She was unleashed. In that state she reached the boxes and took the red bundle. She looked at it with a mischievous grin, untied the only garment she had left and threw it all into the air.

—Turn-taking is over —she declared.

***

Adrián didn’t hesitate to get out of the pool. Marina welcomed him on her knees, used both hands and licked him from base to tip. He let out a growl. She opened her mouth and sucked with passion. Adrián had to pull away so he wouldn’t finish too soon.

Bárbara stripped too. She wrapped her legs around me. Mine were shaking. I lifted her body to bring her breasts level with my teeth. She pressed me against them; I licked and bit until she asked me to let her down. My erection rose from the water, I put my hands on her face and went almost all the way to her throat.

My attention was split in two. Marina had lain down and Adrián was devouring her body. She made him come down to her waist and wrapped her thighs around his neck. He must have answered skillfully, because Marina was writhing, contorting herself as she panted.

Bárbara stopped, let my cock out of her mouth, turned halfway around and her demand was clear:

—Come on, fuck me! From behind!

—You want it like that?

—Yes, but calm down. You’re nervous and you’ll split me open.

I took her to a spot where she couldn’t touch the bottom, so her legs could hang relaxed. I placed the tip at her hole and first played without forcing it, until I felt her relax. It went in easily. The real challenge was her second sphincter. A “mmm” slipped out of her and she glanced sideways at me, warning me.

A few meters away I could see my girl having the time of her life, gripping the grass with her fists while Adrián kept eating her out. Too much arousal in too little space. I wanted to get into Bárbara once and for all. I pushed a little; she pulled away with a muffled cry, but she was back against me in an instant. I took her hips, stroked her back and pushed a bit more. I could feel the strong pressure of her last ring on the head of my cock.

Her rectum didn’t give. Bárbara was hyperventilating. I grabbed her hair hard, bit her nape, leaving the marks of my teeth, and thrust until the two bodies were joined. I made her scream. She gave me an elbow as a reproach, but she didn’t move away. She called me a motherfucker and I called her a bitch. We stayed still, as if afraid of breaking her.

***

The thunder was right overhead and it had started to rain for real. Marina pulled Adrián’s hair so he’d come up, and he didn’t keep her waiting. He rose lapping at her whole body, repositioned himself and shoved it in all at once. She let out a breath. Adrián started pounding her hard, without mercy. Marina was roaring.

Bárbara tried to move a little, panted and stayed still. I did the opposite: I pulled almost all of it out to give it to her properly again. The walls of her ass moved against my cock. She shrank in the water, huffing between gasps.

There was barely any light left on the horizon. The storm was now intense and some thunderclaps drowned out our sounds. It was pouring over the four bodies.

Marina’s hips began to tremble. Her face gave her away. Adrián kept her inside, savoring those tremors while circling her sex, as if he wanted to open her wider. In a deft move he straddled her to come on her breasts, but Marina had other plans: she managed to sit up and opened her mouth. I saw her face contorted and her eyes burning; she didn’t stop sucking until the semen spilled from the corners of her lips. I felt like I was losing my mind.

Even though Bárbara was showing more and more electricity, her ass still resisted.

—I’m coming! —she said in a deep voice that ended up high-pitched.

I was about to explode. I wrapped my hands around her neck and gave her everything as hard as I could. She started kicking. I pressed my cheek against hers. The climax was close. She dug her nails into my skin between guttural gasps, until I bled. And then it came. I emptied myself inside her. I felt a cramp shoot through my whole body, relaxing every muscle.

Bárbara pulled away from me. She took a big breath and exhaled with relief. When she got her breath back, she hit me: she threw a punch at me with all her strength. Pleasure had made her tolerate rough, almost disrespectful treatment.

—You’re insane, Héctor! You’re all insane! —she shouted.

Marina burst out laughing while the rain washed her face clean. Bárbara left the garden, slamming the door as she went into the house. Adrián went after her. I remained exhausted, my mind almost blank, watching the red cards float around me.

***

A few days later, my phone was full of messages, all from Bárbara. The first ones demanded apologies; some were insults. In others she asked me not to tell Adrián about the anal stuff: he had never let him in there before. She insulted me again when I replied, “That way you’ll be nicely broken in for your wedding.” In the last ones she wanted to meet up with me, without any permission or agreements involved. Marina found it funny. I found it even more so.

I hope you enjoyed it.