The Couple From the Next Block Wanted to Try

Summer holidays on the coast are something else. The heat throws everything into disarray, people loosen up, and in a development like Brisa Azul, where all the neighbors head down to the same stretch of sand, friendships are made overnight. In the morning you sunbathe and swim; at night you let your mind do whatever it wants.

That area has everything: beach bars, pubs, nightlife spots and, two streets away, a couples’ club that draws half the coast. That’s why a lot of neighbors come looking for exactly the same thing we never admit out loud. Marcos and I — I’m Carla — used to set up our umbrella in front of the El Faro beach bar. Me in a thong and topless, him in swim trunks.

There, every morning, we crossed paths with a married couple from our building. He, Damián, was around fifty: tall, stocky, dark-skinned, with that confidence of a man who knows how to look without pretending otherwise. She, Sonia, a couple of years younger, from Murcia, with black hair and dark eyes, big breasts and a way of speaking that was half sweet, half hot, and completely addictive. They had an adult daughter who came and went as it suited her. They were nice, too nice.

At the beach you spend the whole day there, and at beer or vermouth o’clock some people head up to the beach bar and others bring down the cooler. Damián and Sonia were the kind who offer, the kind who look for conversation. That’s how it all started, with a couple of cold cans and a chat that went on longer than expected.

On the third day the four of us had lunch at Casa Lúa, a place with long tables and paper tablecloths. It was a comfortable lunch, full of easy laughter. Damián was attentive and jokey; Sonia, pure filth. We talked about the heat, the kids, politics, and between one joke and the next Damián started dropping the subject in.

—That thong looks absolutely scandalous on you —he told me, glass in hand—. Whatever one you put on.

I thanked him without lowering my gaze. Marcos, far from holding back, said his wife had a round ass and tits worth the trip.

—And the nipples are rock hard too —Sonia added, laughing, pointing at her chest shamelessly.

After lunch he ordered shots “to help digest,” and from shots we moved on to drinks. The tongues loosened. We told them we weren’t exactly new to this, that once we’d shared a bed with one of Marcos’s lifelong friends. They confessed they’d talked about it a thousand times and never dared.

—If you want, we can go to the club one night —Damián suggested.

—Not the club —I cut in—. That’s too many people. Too many eyes.

We went back down to the sand with the conversation on fire. They kept asking, kept wanting details, and I, getting hotter and hotter from telling them, couldn’t stop looking at the bulge that showed above Damián’s swim trunks.

***

I got up to cool off and, almost without thinking, told him to come into the water with me. He said yes before I even finished the sentence. We walked toward the shore and he stayed half a step behind me. No need to ask why.

—You sure checked out my ass —I said when the water reached our waists.

—And I’ve already fucked it three times in my head —he replied.

—You can if you want —I said, laughing.

We went a little farther, until the water covered my breasts and left his torso bare. Then I reached out. I found him over the fabric and felt the bulge, hard, much harder than his clothes promised. He grabbed my tits under the water and squeezed. I pulled his cock out of his trunks and started stroking it slowly, hidden from everyone by the line of the sea.

I turned around and pressed it against my ass, moving the thong aside to leave my slit bare against him. We were so wrapped up in ourselves that we didn’t see Marcos and Sonia coming until they were right beside us, laughing, with the same look on their faces, wanting in on the game.

Marcos pulled Sonia’s trunks down under the water and started finding her clit with his fingers while she complained between laughs that we were crazy. Damián tried to fuck me right there, but I stopped him.

—No condom, no.

—We’ll pack up and go up to my apartment —he said, almost out of breath.

The four of us said yes at the same time.

***

We got out of the water, dried off in a hurry and gathered up chairs and umbrellas with clumsy hands. I threw a T-shirt over myself and wrapped the towel around my waist; Sonia did the same. The men put on their shirts and we crossed the development holding in our laughter, like teenagers with a secret.

In the elevator, Damián yanked my thong out from under the towel. He sucked on one finger and shoved it into my ass without warning.

—You’re in a hurry —Sonia told him—. You’ve been after her since day one.

—About the same hurry you’re in for him —he shot back, nodding at Marcos.

We went into their apartment and he took my towel off. There I was, shaved pussy out in the open and bare ass on display. He came closer, kissed me while he gripped my ass cheeks with both hands, and I pulled down his trunks. His cock, big, brushed against my stomach. He took my shirt off and started sliding between my thighs without entering yet, teasing.

A few steps away, Marcos had lifted Sonia’s shirt and was biting her breasts. She pulled his trunks down, sat on the sofa and took him into her mouth. Seeing that, I dropped to my knees in front of Damián and did the same. We stayed like that a good while, the two couples mixed together, looking at one another shamelessly.

Damián took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, spread my legs and lowered his head. He ate my pussy from top to bottom, sucking my lips, licking slowly until the first orgasm lifted my hips off the mattress. He didn’t stop. He slid in a finger, pulled it out wet and took it to my ass while he kept his tongue on my clit. I came again, and a third time, before he sat up to reach for a condom. While he tore open the wrapper, I sucked his cock once more.

***

In the living room, Marcos had Sonia standing up. He was fingering her, then pulling his fingers out to rub her clit and devouring her breasts without pause. When he bit her neck, she started repeating that he shouldn’t stop, until the words “I’m coming” slipped out of her between gasps.

The two of them came into the bedroom and found me on all fours with Damián pounding into me from behind, my tits bouncing with every thrust. I asked for spanks. Sonia came over, kissed me, squeezed my breasts and lowered her hand to my clit. Marcos asked Damián to spank me, and the hot smack tore a moan out of me that sounded like nothing decent. I came like what I was that afternoon.

Marcos took another condom, laid Sonia on her back, spread her ankles and started pumping into her. It was hypnotic to watch her breasts rising and falling with each thrust. At that moment Damián pulled out of me, spread my ass cheeks and lowered his mouth to my cunt. He licked it, bit it, played with my hole just long enough for his cock to calm down a little. I was rubbing my pussy the whole time.

At the other side of the bed, Marcos had stopped fucking her to eat her pussy with his hands dug into her breasts. Sonia was moaning louder and louder.

—You eat me so damn well, you bastard —she panted—. Don’t stop, harder.

When Marcos slid a finger into her ass, her moans turned to screams until she exploded in a long orgasm, the kind that arches your back. Seeing her like that set me blazing.

Damián came back in, this time in my ass, gripping my hips, driving in hard. He held on just long enough. When he was about to finish, he pulled out, took off the condom and emptied himself all over my ass and back. I sat up, pushed him back and sucked him clean, savoring what was left, while Sonia did the same with Marcos until she swallowed almost all of him.

***

It must have been around eight in the evening. We took turns in the bathroom, first me, then her, to wash off the salt and sweat. When I came out, Marcos already had a couple of drinks ready on the terrace. He came over, kissed me and asked in my ear what I thought.

—Perfect —I told him—. Better than I expected.

When Damián came out and saw Marcos near me, he went to look for his wife. We drank our cocktails naked on the terrace, the night breeze drying our skin, handing out spanks whenever we passed by, stolen kisses and hands that never stayed still.

We were turned on again almost without realizing it, each with our own partner. Marcos was kissing me standing up while rubbing me and I was jerking him off; Damián and Sonia were doing the same a meter away. The game was simple: they would masturbate us, and when they reached the limit, they would change the target. Marcos would finish on Sonia and Damián on me. And that’s how it happened, between laughter and one last shared moan under the lights of the development.

For the seven vacation days that remained, we kept playing. We parted as good friends, the kind who text in winter and promise to do it all again next summer. That was our second swap. It wouldn’t be the last.