The Game My Friend Proposed at the Nudist Hotel

I’m seventy-three years old and I spend a good part of my days with a hard-on, just when my erection is beginning to fail me. Maybe it’s because of what I write, or maybe I write because of it. All my stories are, at bottom, the same one, and this one is again the same. Why do I insist so much on swapping partners? I think it has to do with the fact that in my last serious relationship I sensed more infidelity than I was ever told about, and that denied suspicion hurt me more than the infidelity itself. So I invent, or imagine. Not everything is invented.

This is a small story about a sin, speaking in religious terms, that gave us a lot of pleasure and that perhaps, just perhaps, had consequences in the long run for both couples. Who can say why what happens happens?

We were spending two weeks on vacation with our friends. The four of us got along extraordinarily well. My partner, Marta, and I were living through our best moment. Rubén and Elena, too. Rubén and I had been friends since childhood; Marta and Elena became inseparable from day one. Two years later both couples had broken up, but the friendship remained intact, everyone with everyone. That has little to do with this story now. Or perhaps it had everything to do with it.

That summer we went to a nudist resort in the south, a small hotel tucked between the campsite and a beach of pale sand, all naturist. We had had a good year and could afford the hotel instead of the campsite we always went to. We rented two rooms connected by a lounge.

When we weren’t at the pool or on the beach, we stayed in that lounge talking, drinking, and playing cards. We rarely separated, and when we did it was by sex: the girls would go off to talk about “girl things” and we took the opportunity for our confessions.

That day the conversation turned to sex, or rather to desire. I was praising the female body and Rubén was listening to me.

—I go to nudist places because I like being naked, but also because I like seeing people naked. Especially women. I’m truly curious about their bodies —I told him. I was the one who got them all into naturism.

—What part do you like most?

—I like all of it, but I’m drawn to the hardest part to see. We display everything, whether we want to or not, and they keep their sex covered. It’s precisely the part I’ve seen least and the one that intrigues me most. It’s so different in every woman.

—What I like most is ass… no, breasts. They hold all the intimacy —he replied, laughing—. If the girls could hear us.

—I should warn you, I tell Marta these things.

—I tell Elena everything too. Then, with any woman at all, what would you like to do?

—If it were an ideal world, with no jealousy and total freedom… just as when we meet someone we look at their face, I would look at the sex of the women I like. I’d examine it calmly, smell it, touch it. I’d seek out its pleasure.

—With all of them?

—With the ones I like, which are many.

—And Marta?

—That’s why I don’t do it. I’m in love, man.

Rubén fell silent for a moment and then said something I wasn’t expecting.

—Once I saw Marta. In the bungalow we rented in Cala Verde. I passed by on my way to the bathroom, the door was open, she had her legs open and you were rock hard. I saw it.

—Did you like seeing her? —I felt jealousy and excitement at the same time.

—Yes. And I took the opportunity to look longer than good manners advise. I apologize.

—Don’t worry, I would have done the same. This question is even more indiscreet: did you get hard?

—Maybe a little.

—Then you owe me the chance to see Elena —I said, half joking. The two of us were hard when we went back to the girls.

***

Another day I found myself alone with Rubén again.

—Elena noticed you were looking at her sex. She caught you —he laughed—. I told her about our conversation.

—How embarrassing. And what did she say?

—She asked me if I felt the same dirty thrill with Marta. I told her, rather less, because I’d already seen it. And then she said, “One day I’ll open my legs and let him look, how about that?”

—Did she really say that?

—I can see it makes you happy. You filthy boy.

On the third day Rubén came with the full proposal.

—Elena and I have imagined something that turns us on a lot. If you can convince Marta, we could play at it. In front of everyone, you inspect Elena’s sex and I inspect Marta’s. Would you like that?

—You’re serious? Are we talking about looking, or also smelling, touching, and all the rest?

—All of that. But I have three conditions I couldn’t stand: that you put it in her, that you touch her breasts, and that you kiss on the mouth. Just imagining it got me so aroused Elena had to jerk me off. As for them, of course, they’ll want to inspect ours.

—Whose idea was it?

—It wasn’t an idea, it was a dream. Elena dreamed that you were inspecting her, she told me in detail and I reveled in hearing it. I suggested we do it for real and she kept saying how could we do that, it was only a dream. But that denial made me understand she did want something. We ended up making love while talking about proposing it to you. Do you want to? Shall we try?

—I have an erection just listening to you. As far as I’m concerned, of course. And I don’t think Marta will be hard to convince: she loves new things.

I talked to Marta and told her everything, including Rubén’s prohibitions. She thought about it for a long while and finally gave her approval.

—If you’re curious about Elena’s sex, I’m curious about Rubén’s. I’ve never touched one operated on for phimosis. I’d only indulge in nosing around someone else’s most intimate parts with them; they’re the only people I could do it with —she said—. And I like that it’s in front of you. But you’re the twisted one, so remember the idea was yours.

—I’m not saying it as criticism. I’m saying it because thinking about it turns me on.

—I know you. I’m dying to grab his cock and I wouldn’t mind giving him a handjob —she said, putting on a fake look of pleasure—. Does it make you nervous hearing me say that?

—A little. I’ll tell Rubén we’re in… as soon as this goes down.

***

We did it after dinner. We ate with hard-ons, at least I did, and thank God nobody looked under the table. We decided to do it one at a time: the man first, because he can lose the urge if he comes, and then the woman. By a coin toss Rubén got to start with Marta. As always, the four of us were naked.

—Is there a problem if we get a little dirty, or do we have to keep it all very aseptic? —Elena asked.

—Once we start inspecting, each person does whatever they want —Rubén replied.

Marta lay on her back on our bed. Elena and I sat on either side. She took my hand, which was sweaty, and spread her legs. Her sex already had a bit of shine to it. I admired how brave she was. Rubén lay face down between her legs, his face at pelvis level. That made me as jealous as it delighted me.

—Are you ready? —he said, amused.

—I think so. What are you going to do to me?

—For the moment, look at it properly. Then I’ll see.

With one finger he traced a lip from top to bottom, following every fold. It turned me on enormously. It did her too: her sex grew wetter and wetter.

—Oh —Marta said, and it wasn’t a complaint. She squeezed my hand—. It turns me on, all of it. That it’s you, that Elena’s looking, and that Andrés is looking.

Rubén moved closer, smelled it, and then said he was going to kiss it. He gave it a long kiss, keeping his lips there for a couple of seconds. Marta let out a moan. He slid in a finger, moistened it with her, and ran it over the inner lips to the clitoris. He touched her like someone who’s fond of what he’s touching.

—Andrés will have already told you, you have a very beautiful sex. May I moisten it a little more? —he said, and let saliva fall onto the clitoris to rub it slowly.

He spread the lips apart, examined the opening, and brought his tongue closer. Marta moaned, looked at me, and squeezed my hand hard.

—May Andrés forgive me, I’m enjoying touching you very much.

—May Andrés forgive me, I’m enjoying being touched by you very much —she replied.

He ran his tongue over her whole sex, kissing and licking it without hurry. Marta’s breathing grew more and more agitated. At one point she grabbed my head and kissed me with tongue, a very sexual kiss, then pulled away to moan. When I looked again, Rubén was stroking her clitoris and her wetness was running. She had several false starts until she finally broke.

—I’m coming —she screamed, shaking her hips. When she recovered she asked for a hug, which I gave her, because Rubén couldn’t because of the breasts—. Now it’s my turn to inspect. I’ll search for the sources of the Nile.

We all laughed. Rubén lay on his back, his erection going from half-mast to full mast in seconds. Marta got on all fours, naked, facing him. I caressed her ass and she looked at me smiling.

—It’s the first time I’ve done this with someone who has a partner, and the first time I’ve been unfaithful, if this counts as that —she said, and took his penis to look at it up close—. How curious, the bare glans. Is this part more sensitive?

—A little more, but less than if I weren’t circumcised.

She ran her tongue exactly where the frenulum should be and Rubén let out an “ahhh.” I got even harder. She started jerking him off, both of them panting, and after a while she took him into her mouth. She moved her head up and down, helping with her hand, and sometimes she took him out to lick the glans or the side. The sounds of the blow job were audible.

—Do you like what I’m doing to him? —she asked me, holding my gaze.

—I have to hold myself back from coming —I said. I didn’t admit that at some point I had wanted that cock to end up inside her.

—If you keep going like this I’m going to come —Rubén warned.

—I want you to come with me. I’m going to give you an exclusive: I never swallow anything, but today I’m making an exception —she said, looking at me with a mischievous face. That didn’t make me especially jealous: Marta was competitive and in a little while Elena would be doing the same to me.

Rubén arched his body, his eyes rolled back, and he came without her taking him out of her mouth. Marta swallowed with a smile and then held his balls gently.

—Inspection completed. I certify that a jet of white substance came out, edible depending how you look at it, a little salty. Another day I’ll compare it with Andrés’s —she said. And to me: —The last suck was a farewell one, because we probably won’t do it again.

***

—Elena, our turn —I said.

—I’ll show it to you gladly, because it’s you and because I know you’re eager to see it —she replied, and lay down with her legs closed—. You’ll have to open them yourself.

I kissed the inside of her thighs and gently parted her legs, going deeper with each kiss until her sex was fully visible. With my fingers I moved aside the fine hair and looked. Elena was thin and small; her lips were less fleshy than Marta’s but longer. A large part of her appeal lay in that simplicity of body and soul. I was happy for Rubén.

—No one should be offended if I say you’re gorgeous.

—I like hearing that. And having Rubén hear it too, so he can copy you.

I smelled deeply, brought my tongue close and brushed the entrance, then the lips, caressing everything with greed and delicacy. I would have liked to touch her small, perfect breasts, but that was taboo. An idea occurred to me.

—Rubén, don’t you want to inspect Marta’s breasts?

—What you mean is that you want Elena’s —he laughed.

—Probably.

—All right. But Marta associates breasts with kisses: no kissing, no breasts —she chimed in.

—Then kisses and breasts —Rubén agreed, and sat beside Marta. She pretended to resist and then latched onto his mouth with pleasure while he cupped one breast and stroked her nipple. We exchanged a look and she smiled at me.

—So you want to inspect them too? But you already knew mine —Elena teased me.

—I’ve seen them. Now I’ll apply a different philosophy. Shall I?

—Yes. I want to —she said in a honeyed voice, laughing at the wordplay.

I wrapped a hand around one breast and brushed the erect nipple with my thumb. An involuntary sound of approval came out of her throat. I went very slowly: I didn’t want to end that temporary access to her pleasure, and I knew that the slower the orgasm came, the stronger it would be. I stroked, licked, and kissed until she twisted. While she came, I leaned up, brushed her mouth with mine, and we kissed. Then I slipped in my fingers searching for the right spot, my palm over her clitoris, and drove her to a second, even bigger orgasm, screaming. At my side, Rubén was doing the same with Marta.

Afterwards she asked me to lie down so she could inspect me. The first thing she did was take me into her mouth, then pull out to pull back my foreskin slowly.

—Does it hurt?

—No, I love it.

—I renounce all my taboos —we heard Rubén say at that moment—. If you want to try putting it in, I won’t object. I’m bursting with desire.

Elena and I looked at each other. That meant two things at once, and I judged the balance to be positive.

—Are you sure? If you say yes, there’s no going back —she said—. And right now I feel like it.

Elena climbed on top of me, guided it to the entrance, and let herself fall with her eyes closed. She didn’t go all the way in the first time, because being small she was very tight, but little by little she kept going until she reached the bottom. I had never been inside such a tight vagina; it was delicious. She started moving up and down, panting every time she came down, looking into my eyes. She slid a hand behind my neck and we kissed like teenagers. I took hold of a breast again. We were breaking all three taboos at once.

—What a good idea yours was! —she kept repeating between nearly unintelligible words.

—My God, my God —Marta could be heard saying, then laughing. Beside us, Rubén had her in missionary position, his hands on the other person’s ass. I didn’t feel jealous: I was doing the same thing and it was Rubén. Marta stretched out one arm and caressed my back, reminding me that even if I was enjoying myself, she loved me.

Elena stroked her clitoris between the two of us until she reached another orgasm. Her contractions literally milked me dry and I couldn’t hold out. I stayed inside her until it came out on its own. Then I did something I had never done: I gathered the mixture escaping from her with my hand and brought it to my mouth. Seeing it, she hugged me and kissed me. Meanwhile, Rubén and Marta had changed position, both turned toward us, spooning. I reached over and caressed Marta’s breast without looking away.

—Beautiful, I want you to come very hard —I told her. She looked at me, I saw that slackness before the climax in her eyes, and she came screaming. Rubén joined in the cry.

***

We rested intertwined, each with the other’s partner on top, before returning to our actual partners to sleep the four of us in the same bed.

—How was Elena? —Marta whispered in my ear.

—She’s gorgeous. And Rubén? Did you like him?

—Not bad. They were already our best friends. Now they are even more so.

As usually happens, the next day arrived. When we greeted each other in the morning, Elena and I ended up hugging; I loved feeling her naked body again. Rubén and Marta did the same. We spent the morning by the pool, and at some point Elena caught me looking at her and, calmly, opened her legs a little so I could see better. I smiled at her, grateful. We had uncovered something that would be hard to put back away: curiosity had turned into desire.

I suggested to Rubén we have a beer.

—How do you see it?

—Interesting and dangerous.

—That’s how I see it too. We have seven days left. Let’s talk to them and, if everyone agrees, sleep with the partners swapped for a night or two.

—Fine. But I have one condition: the door between the rooms stays open. It’s not so I can hear your panting, it’s just that way I’ll feel calmer.

I told Marta.

—I figured as much. I don’t mind —she said—. Rubén’s cock is similar in size to yours, but different, and I liked feeling it. Even so, I’ll tell you mine is a bit bigger than Elena’s, and I’d miss it. Are you telling me you don’t like mine anymore?

—I’d never say such nonsense. I’d never replace you for anything in the world.

—Then tell them tomorrow night. And if you feel like repeating, two nights later. And tonight you fuck me.