The Dessert We Had Served to Us Outside the Restaurant

The week after our last night at Eclipse, Nadia called Lucía to sort out the weekend on the coast. She’d spoken with Bianca, and they were spending the whole end of summer at the beach house. We made plans for the last weekend in August.

We’d leave the kids with my parents and head up to Cala Roja in Nadia and Hugo’s car. Those two weeks flew by. On Friday, after lunch, we took the kids over and went back home to wait.

At three o’clock sharp, a horn sounded at the gate. We looked out and saw a brand-new BMW. Nadia was already outside, waiting for us to come down with the luggage. Hugo welcomed us with the trunk open.

“Hi, guys. Great, we’re off on a trip,” Nadia greeted us, absolutely delighted.

“At last!” Lucía replied, excited.

The women hugged while Hugo and I shook hands and loaded the bags. The girls got in the back and I sat in front.

“What a car,” I said.

“It arrived last month. I’d been wanting to change it for a while and the chance came up.”

That couple had a lot of money. Hugo worked in banking and Nadia ran a travel agency. They were well off, though it showed less than with Bianca and Iván, who were pure glamour. The girls kept themselves entertained going over the plan: on Saturday we’d see the city and at night we’d go to a club; we’d come back Sunday night.

“You like to put your foot down, huh?” I said to Hugo when the engine growled onto the motorway.

“A lot. I had a radar detector installed in this one. They caught me twice in the other car. Almost no points left, zero risk.”

We reached the house in an hour and a half. Iván opened the iron gate and Bianca came out behind him, smiling from ear to ear.

“Welcome, everyone,” Iván said.

Bianca went around the car to hug her friend, and Lucía joined in the welcome. We knew the house from previous visits, and that familiarity gave us confidence.

“Let’s go to the pool. We’ve made some mojitos to get things off to a good start.”

Iván led us to the back. There was the pool, surrounded by loungers, with the sea in the background.

“How’s the summer been?” I asked.

“Working, but from here. All remote. I don’t set foot in the office.”

“You’re in paradise.”

“It’s our favorite corner of the world. Isolated and happy.”

The girls arrived in a noisy whirl. They were half naked, peeling each other’s clothes off amid laughter. The scene was pure provocation. They passed by us and jumped into the water. Bianca was very tanned; summer suited her wonderfully. We had three beauties playing in the pool and two mojitos each waiting for us.

When they came up to the edge, Bianca raised hers.

“To a very hot weekend.”

We all toasted and took our first sip.

“This is amazing,” I told Iván.

“Bianca makes them. A Cuban bartender in Cartagena taught her the recipe. One hundred percent authentic mojito.”

While they stayed in the water, we sat down to enjoy the view. After a while, the girls came out and settled with us, still dripping wet.

“Bring out what we prepared to nibble on, because we’re wet,” Bianca asked.

We followed Iván into the kitchen. On the counter there was a huge board: Iberian ham, cured beef, aged cheese, loin, chorizo, sliced crusty bread and a tray with tomato and avocado slices.

“Everything looks so good,” I remarked.

“It’ll taste even better,” Hugo replied.

We took the food to the table and went back for the wine and six glasses. Everyone made their own toast with a drizzle of olive oil. You could tell they liked quality things. When I tried the wine, it tasted like heaven.

“This is so good,” Nadia said after her first sip.

We ate almost in silence, enjoying ourselves. When we finished, Iván disappeared and came back with a bottle of homemade herbal liqueur and another six shot glasses.

“To an unforgettable weekend.”

We raised our glasses and toasted again. I was seated next to Iván.

“Where are you from?” I asked him.

“Citizen of the world. I was born in Girona, raised around here. As a kid I used to come to these beaches. When I started making money I bought this house, which was just a shack back then, and I renovated it little by little into what you see.”

“You told me you were an investor. Only in real estate?”

“No. Come with me.”

***

He took me to a room locked with a key. He opened it and I was left speechless. It was an office with three giant monitors on a wooden desk. Iván switched the screens on and they filled with charts and data lists.

“I’m a trader. I invest in the stock market. That’s why I can work from anywhere in the world: I take my laptop and I’m connected.”

“Is the capital you move only yours?”

“No. I have friends and clients. Some have doubled their money in a very short time.”

I was intrigued. We had some savings and I wouldn’t mind making them grow. I didn’t say anything because I had to talk it over with Lucía, but the guy gave me confidence. He was one of those people who work in the shadows and do very well for themselves.

“You have to diversify,” he went on, closing the door behind us. “That’s why later I invested in bricks and mortar and we set up the travel agency. Now Bianca is going to open a department for organizing liberal trips: resorts in the Caribbean, cruises, the best clubs in Europe, and stays in Bahía Libre.”

“Bahía Libre?”

“A naturist city on the French coast. A town where people live out their liberal side in complete freedom. There are clubs everywhere.”

“Then we’ll have to go.”

We went back to the table. They were already on coffee, and Bianca had brought out a bottle of homemade herbal liqueur and a few shot glasses. Things were going to get spicy, no question about it; the girls’ hands never stayed still.

“Bianca, I told Dani about your project.”

“Yes. Given the lack of supply there is, we’re going to set up a parallel agency,” she explained.

“Then we’ll have to travel,” I replied.

“Whenever you want. It’ll be up and running in January. We just need to close one more trip to Punta Cana and everything will be ready for the Christmas campaign.”

“When are you going?” Nadia asked.

“In November, once hurricane season is over. We’re going to the Eden resort; we have an appointment with the manager to finalize prices. And while we’re at it, we’ll treat ourselves.”

“Maybe we’ll go with you. We can both take vacation,” Hugo said, excited.

That afternoon we had sex, but each with our own partner and in our own room. We wanted to save the swapping and games for later; that way we’d arrive with more desire. I went into the bedroom with Lucía and as soon as I closed the door I had her pressed against the wood, lifting her dress and yanking off her thong in one pull. I shoved two fingers into her at once and found her pussy soaking wet, dripping from having spent the whole afternoon turned on watching Bianca and Nadia sway around.

“You little slut,” I whispered in her ear as I pumped her with my fingers. “Look how wet you get.”

“Fuck me already, I can’t take it,” she panted, tugging at my shirt.

I laid her on her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and buried my tongue in her clit. I licked her greedily, alternating long licks with hard suckling, and fucked her pussy with two fingers until her back arched and she filled my mouth with juice. She came with a muffled cry into the pillow. I gave her no respite: I climbed on top, grabbed my cock and drove it into her in one thrust. Lucía moaned with her mouth open, clawing at my back, and I started fucking her hard, without rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then burying it in her again in a single slam. The bed creaked and the room filled with the wet sound of her dripping cunt giving in to my cock.

“Like that, like that, give me everything,” she moaned. “Break me.”

I put her on all fours, her ass high in the air, and slid into her from behind again, gripping her hips. I slapped her ass and left my handprint there, and she started screaming into the pillow, grinding her cunt against my cock. I spat on her asshole and rubbed the hole with my thumb while I kept fucking her pussy. When I felt my orgasm rising, I grabbed her hair, wound it around my fist and emptied myself inside her with three long thrusts, growling against her ear. She came at the same time, squeezing my cock with her pussy until she milked the last drop out of me. We collapsed on the bed, sweaty and breathing hard, with semen running down her thigh.

“Save some for tonight,” she told me between laughs, biting my lip.

***

After the nap we started filtering out into the living room. First the men, well dressed but not overdoing it. We were talking about the restaurant when Nadia appeared in a white crochet dress that showed her entire body through it. A jolt went through me. Five minutes later Bianca and Lucía came out in the exact same identical dress.

“Are you going as triplets?” Iván joked.

“It’s so they’ll confuse us in the restaurant,” his wife clarified.

Iván smiled in a clearly horny way.

“I like those games,” he said.

I didn’t quite get it, but I had a feeling. Lucía came up beside me and took my hand. Iván invited us to all go in his car. Once we were on our way, with the girls in the back, he resumed the conversation.

“If you ever want to invest, all you have to do is say so. I do day trading, I play the market daily with minimal risk. I’ve been at it for more than fifteen years.”

“And if I give you money? I could have around ten thousand.”

“I’ll move it for you, no commission. That’s nothing for me. On Sunday, before you leave, we’ll talk it over calmly in my office.”

“You invest Hugo’s money too, right?”

“Of course. The house he has is paid for with what I’ve made for him. And since he works in banking, that suits me very well.”

We were already entering the town. We parked beside a big house that looked run-down from the outside, but the cars in the lot betrayed its level. As I got out, I practically ran into a Porsche I loved. Lucía took my hand and, before going in, Bianca stopped the group.

“Partner swap. We go in with swapped couples, and every time we go to the bathroom we swap again. That way we throw everyone off.”

I liked the idea. Lucía went with Iván and Nadia came with me on my arm. The maître d’ led us to a table reserved for six and left us the menus. I immediately spotted what I wanted: peppered sirloin. We ordered a variety of starters to share.

Everything was delicious, except the croquettes, which tasted like sand. We commented on it and burst out laughing. Suddenly all three girls got up to go to the bathroom at the same time. When they came back, they sat down with the couples swapped again, but this time they put something in the middle of the table: three little scraps of fabric. Their thongs.

“You have to guess whose is whose from the one you pick up.”

Thank goodness we were in a corner of the place. Each of us picked one up and brought it to our nose. All three thongs stank of wet pussy, of a horny woman’s dampness. We glanced at one another, not knowing who would speak first.

“Nadia,” I said, taking a chance.

“Lucía,” Iván said.

Only one was left.

“Lucía’s is this one.”

The girls laughed.

“That’s mine,” Nadia said, pointing at mine.

“And that’s mine,” Lucía said, pointing at Iván’s.

We’d both got it right.

“And what do we win?” Iván asked.

“You’ll find out at dessert,” Nadia replied.

***

They brought the main courses and silence fell. The sirloin was finger-licking good, and all you could hear were compliments about the food. When we finished, Iván announced dessert. Nadia gave Lucía a signal and the two of them stood up. Nadia came to get me and Lucía went to get Iván. They took us by the hand and led us out of the restaurant.

We reached Iván’s car.

“Open it,” Nadia ordered.

He obeyed. Nadia and I got in the back; Iván and Lucía settled in front.

“Take your pants off. Both of you.”

The interior light went out and the darkness became our accomplice. I unfastened my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees. I was already half hard just imagining what was coming. Nadia leaned toward me, took my cock in her hand and, without further ceremony, shoved my entire cock into her mouth. She swallowed me to the base in one go and I felt her hot throat tightening around my head.

“Fuck, Nadia...” I groaned, throwing my head back against the seat.

Up front, Lucía was doing exactly the same. I could see the silhouette of my wife bent over Iván’s lap, her blonde hair moving with the rhythm of the blowjob, and I heard the wet smacks of her mouth sucking her friend’s cock. The sound of the two mouths working at once was hypnotic: two cars down, a couple walked by and had no idea of anything.

Nadia pulled my cock out of her mouth and spat on it to lubricate it better. Then she swallowed me again all the way to the balls, squeezing my balls with one hand and massaging them with two fingers. With the other hand she dug her nails into my thigh. She took it out again and licked me from the base to the tip, sucking my balls one by one before taking me whole into her mouth again.

“Suck him good, slut,” I heard Iván murmur on the other side of the headrest, with Lucía gagging between his legs.

“My wife knows how to do it,” I shot back, my voice breaking under Nadia’s thrusts.

Watching my wife’s head bob up and down on Iván’s cock while Nadia’s expert mouth devoured me pushed me to the point of no return. Nadia had found the perfect rhythm, milking me with tight lips while making a vacuum with her tongue.

“I’m about to come,” I warned.

All the warning did was make Nadia pick up the pace and suck with expert skill. She took me to the back of her throat and held me there, swallowing without taking me out. I didn’t last five more seconds. I came in jets inside her mouth, my hips lifting off the seat and my hands gripping the headrest. She swallowed every last drop, her throat working my cock as I emptied myself, and when I was done she pulled it out slowly, licking the tip so no trace was left behind.

“Mmm. Your cum tastes so good,” she said, licking her lips, with a thread of semen still at the corner of her mouth. She collected it with her finger and sucked it before getting out of the car.

I waited for Lucía to finish with hers. I could hear Iván’s muffled groans, his panting, and the increasingly fast sound of my wife’s mouth working his cock. It didn’t last long. Iván growled, gripping Lucía’s nape, and she swallowed everything he gave her without letting up on the suction. My wife did the same as Nadia, leaving no trace, and when she sat up she looked at me with a conspiratorial smile, licking her glossy lips. The three of us went back into the living room at the same time and sat down laughing.

Bianca was the first to speak.

“I want one too,” she said, looking at Hugo.

“You didn’t win the game. They didn’t guess your thong,” Nadia reminded her.

“Then let’s do it the other way around. Whoever got the smell wrong has to return the favor with their tongue,” I suggested.

“Come on,” Bianca said, taking the keys and leading Hugo away by the hand. “We’ll be right back.”

We ordered drinks while we waited. Five minutes later the missing pair came back in. Bianca returned smiling, cheeks flushed and Hugo’s lips still shining with her juices, and Hugo, as he sat down, sighed.

“That dessert was delicious. Delicious.”

We all burst out laughing and toasted to the challenge. Iván asked for the bill, paid without even looking at it, and we headed back to the house. The ride back was much livelier; the drinks and the wine had loosened us up.

“We’ll settle accounts later,” I told Iván.

“Dinner’s on me.”

“Then I’ll pay for the next thing. I don’t like being a freeloader.”

“Shut up and let yourself be invited. It’s nothing to me. Tomorrow we’ll split the city expenses fifty-fifty. I’ve booked three rooms in a good hotel, near the club.”

***

Amid kisses and caresses we got back to the chalet. We went to change and came back to the living room: the women in beach dresses, us in swimwear and T-shirts.

“What if we declare this a nudist weekend? When we’re at the house, no clothes,” Bianca proposed.

“Sounds good. But we’re going to be touching each other all the time,” I replied.

“Then we’ll touch,” Nadia said, looking wicked.

The first to take off her dress was Bianca, then Lucía and finally Nadia. I went ahead in my trunks and Hugo and Iván followed. Naked, we went to the pool. Bianca turned on the lights and the water lit up. We got in and everyone started groping and caressing one another; lust hung in the air. Bianca pressed against my back and ran her hand over my chest until she brought it down to my cock, taking it under the water and wanking me slowly. I stretched out my arm and found Nadia’s pussy, which she let me open and slipped two fingers into without shame. Across from us, Lucía had Hugo pressed against her from behind and Iván was fondling her tits, with her hard nipples protruding above the water.

After a while we got out, because we were already wrinkling up and the hands were starting to get more intense. It was late and, by unanimous agreement, we decided to go to bed. Tonight, each of us with our own partner; we’d already played enough during the day.

Lucía curled up against my chest and slid her hand downward. She started playing and my body responded.

“Did you like Nadia’s mouth?”

“She’s an expert. Though yours are better.”

She came down kissing my torso until she reached the bottom. She licked my cock from the balls to the tip with her flat tongue, tasting the whole thing, and then took it into her mouth slowly, centimeter by centimeter. She tried to swallow it whole, without stopping, until she managed it. Deep throat. That was new for her. She stayed down there with her nose pressed against my pubic bone, swallowing saliva around my cock, and when she pulled back out there was a long strand of spit hanging from her lip.

“God, that’s so good. I love it.”

“Nadia taught me this afternoon in the pool,” she confessed, laughing. “She told me you have to open your throat and breathe through your nose.”

“Then the student is applying herself.”

She took me all the way back into her mouth, now with more confidence, moving her head up and down and helping with her hand at the base. With the other hand she stroked my balls, squeezing them gently. She would take me out of her mouth to suck my balls and then swallow me whole again. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. I grabbed her head and set the rhythm, pushing her mouth onto my cock while she moaned with a mouthful of throat.

“Honey, don’t push it,” I told her after a while, exhausted. “The poor thing’s tired. I’ve come twice today and the last time was an hour ago.”

Lucía went back to her place on my chest and whispered in my ear:

“We need more training. Tomorrow’s going to be a hard day.”

She rested her head, I pampered her, and we both fell asleep.

***

We woke up at nine. In the kitchen we could hear the dishwasher. We got dressed and went out. Bianca was preparing breakfast for everyone, unable to stay still, darting between the toaster and the coffee maker. She already had the toast ready, six coffees, and the terrace table set.

“You can go out into the sun. The others are getting the beach stuff ready.”

“Are we going to the beach?” Lucía asked.

“Yes. We’ll go into the city tonight, after the nap. We’re going to Faro Beach, my favorite. It’s nudist and has a great vibe. We’ll eat there, so you don’t need to bring anything: there’s a beach bar.”

“Great plan. That way we’ll keep being nudists at the beach too.”

“Iván is putting the seats in his SUV so the six of us can go in one car. It’s better for getting around the city later,” Bianca explained.

We carried everything out to the terrace and, meanwhile, Nadia, Hugo and Iván came in.

“Good morning, couple. Did you sleep well? Today’s going to be a long day.”

“Wonderful. Yesterday we collapsed after the trip.”

“This afternoon we’ll come back early to take a nap. We’re going to need strength for the night ahead.”