The Game the Yacht Couple Proposed to Me That Night

I knew what was going to happen that night before it happened. I had read it in the way Nadia and Adrián looked at each other when they thought I wasn’t watching, in their half-smiles, in every small gesture that seemed part of a rehearsed choreography. Everything was set so that I would end up at the center of something, and the worst, or perhaps the best part, was that I wanted it too.

Desire grew inside me like a tide I didn’t know how to stop. But beside it, like a shadow I couldn’t extinguish, was Daniel.

I sat on the edge of the bunk in the cabin and took a deep breath, trying to sort out my thoughts. What am I doing? What kind of woman wants something like this while her husband, the man who had held her through her worst nights, was hundreds of miles away in Valencia, feeling betrayed?

I covered my face with my hands, as if I could erase the guilt burning in my chest. But it was useless. Daniel had always been good to me, even when I didn’t deserve it. He had been my refuge. And there I was, letting myself be carried away by a current I didn’t even fully understand.

“It’s not all my fault,” I told myself, searching for excuses to ease my conscience. Daniel had been the one who left, the one who chose not to stay and fight. There was something in his rigid morality that suffocated me, a constant sense of being in debt to him. And Nadia represented the exact opposite: freedom, desire, risk.

Then there was the other part, the one I didn’t want to face head-on. I didn’t know how to behave that night. The idea of being with Nadia and Adrián at the same time excited and terrified me in equal measure. How was something like that supposed to work? What did they expect from me? Where was the line between enjoying it and crossing it completely?

I thought of Nadia, of how she always seemed to have all the answers. She never hesitated, never wavered. Maybe that was why I followed her: with her, the rules dissolved. But I wasn’t like her.

I moved closer to the cabin mirror. The eyes that looked back at me were full of desire, but also fear.

Tonight there will be a before and after, I thought, and a shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t know how it would end, but I did know one thing: whatever happened, there would be no going back. And that, in some way, frightened me and excited me at the same time.

***

I wanted to be breathtaking. I wanted Nadia and Adrián to look at me like they never had before, and above all I wanted to feel desired.

I took the electric-blue dress Nadia had insisted I wear. It was made of an almost weightless fabric, so sheer it felt like a whisper against the skin. It hugged my curves without squeezing them and ended mid-thigh, with a side slit that hinted at far more than it revealed. The neckline was deep, impossible to ignore, though never vulgar. The dress was a weapon, and that night I was ready to use it. I decided not to complicate things: I didn’t put on any underwear. It wouldn’t be necessary.

I chose a pair of high-heeled sandals with thin straps that climbed up my ankles. The heels made me feel taller, steadier, as if each step were a small victory.

I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my makeup bag. I started with a light base that left my skin luminous, darkened my eyes with smoky shadows, and extended the outer corners just enough to give them a feline air. A coat of mascara made them seem deeper. I followed the instructions Nadia had given me to intensify my gaze, and I think I managed it. I painted my lips a red that was almost defiant.

When I finished, I smiled at my reflection. I looked like another woman, one without doubts or remorse.

I rummaged among the bottles on the vanity until I found some temporary tattoos I had bought to play a joke on Daniel. I chose one shaped like a kiss, two painted lips, and placed it right at the edge of my freshly waxed pubis, carefully aligning it with the curve of my hip. It was an intimate detail, almost secret, but I knew the effect it would have if anyone discovered it.

On my last glance in the mirror I saw a woman ready for whatever the night had in store. I left the cabin with a slight tremor in my legs, but at the first step the heels announced themselves against the floor. That night it would be impossible not to look at me. And I had no intention of looking away.

***

I climbed the last few steps between excitement and nerves. The sea breeze caressed the bare skin beneath my dress and magnified that strange mix of vulnerability and power. When I reached the deck, I saw her.

Nadia was standing by the railing, her figure outlined by the dim light of the yacht’s lamps. She had taken her style to the extreme, right on the edge between sexy and excessive. Her dress was red, made of satin that seemed to reflect every movement. It barely covered what was essential; the tiny straps held the fabric up by a thread, and the back was bare all the way down to the top of her ass. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath either.

She wore gold heels with sky-high straps that climbed almost to her knees and traced her long legs. Her hair fell loose in messy waves down her back, and her lips, the same intense red, curved into a provocative smile.

For a moment I felt sidelined. But then I remembered that this wasn’t a competition, but a complement in a game whose rules were still to be written.

Adrián was beside her, relaxed, a glass in his hand. He wore white linen trousers and nothing else; his bare torso gleamed faintly under the light, sharpened by his tan skin. His posture was carefree, but there was something in his gaze that unsettled me, a mix of interest and possession that sharpened when he saw me appear.

“Wow!” Nadia exclaimed, with a tone that mixed admiration and a hint of envy. “Carla, you look incredible.”

Adrián ran his eyes over me from head to toe, and his smile made me lower my gaze for a second before I collected myself.

“You’ve raised the bar tonight,” he added, lifting his glass toward me. “Though I’d say you already had it in the bag.”

The tension in the air was palpable, but there was something more, a kind of electricity that made me feel more alive than ever. I approached with a restrained smile, trying to keep my composure while my mind raced in a thousand directions.

Nadia leaned toward me, wrapping me in her perfume, and whispered in my ear:

“This has only just begun. Enjoy it.”

I shivered and, for the first time all night, wondered whether I was truly ready for what was coming.

***

Adrián offered me a glass of white wine. I took it with a nervous laugh, my fingers brushing his for an instant. The contact was brief, but it was enough to send a current through my body.

“Why not?” I replied, bringing the glass to my lips.

As I drank, I could feel Nadia’s eyes on me. She had always had a special talent for reading me, for uncovering even the thoughts I tried to hide.

“I think Carla needs to relax a little more, don’t you, Adrián?” she said, standing up and moving toward us with an almost hypnotic grace.

She positioned herself behind me and rested her hands on my shoulders. Her touch was light; her presence, overwhelming.

“Maybe she just needs a little help letting go,” Adrián added, in a tone that left no doubt about his intentions.

A slow, sensual melody began pouring from the speakers and seemed to wrap around us. Nadia took my hand and made me stand.

“Come on, Carla. Dance with me.”

Before I could protest, she was already caressing my body over the dress. Her warm, steady hands moved over my waist as she guided me with soft but deliberate motions. Adrián watched from where he stood, his eyes following every gesture.

“What about me? Aren’t you going to invite me?” he said, coming closer.

Nadia laughed.

“Of course, handsome. But wait a bit while we get things warmed up.”

While she kept stroking me, I felt Adrián’s hand slip between my legs.

“I told you to wait, baby. Hold on a little,” Nadia ordered him, kissing him passionately while at the same time pushing him back with her hand.

She resumed her caresses. I felt the arousal building with every second. Her fingers climbed up my thighs beneath the dress; then she moved behind me, asked me to spread my legs, and brought her hand to my already wet sex.

My God. It’s happening.

“I don’t know if I’m capable of doing this,” I said, trying to turn around.

“If I touch you in a way you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop,” she whispered against my ear. “And this? Do you like this? Tell me.”

Her fingers reached the edge of my ass and stopped there.

“Carla, do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes,” I answered with a firmness that surprised me.

“Good,” she said, and extended her hand toward him. “Come here, love. Now you’re welcome at the party. Carla is dying for it, right?”

My body went into a kind of panic, despite how turned on I was.

“How about we both try at once?” Adrián asked, stroking my breasts through the fabric.

I didn’t answer. I lunged for his lips and started kissing him with everything inside me.

“Hey, I want some too, Carla,” Nadia protested, gently separating us to kiss him herself.

***

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said.

“Thanks…” I replied, flustered, raising a hand to cover my eyes. I was curious about what was coming and, at the same time, hugely shy.

“Do you want me to kiss it?”

What? It was madness. But that strange, perfect sensation ran through me like a shock. He hadn’t even touched me there and I was already on the verge of losing my senses. A couple of weeks earlier I would never have imagined a world like this existed, one where a man and a woman so irresistible would take you to the edge of pleasure without the slightest hesitation. But it was real and it was happening to me.

“Tell me what you want, Carla. I can give it to you. And I want to give it to you,” Adrián said.

“Yes, do it,” I replied, with no trace of shame.

I felt his hot breath as his lips brushed my belly. He slowly lowered one finger to the end and slid it inside.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered.

As a reflex, I put a hand on his head and gently grabbed his hair. Nadia kept herself busy kissing my nipples, now freed from the fabric.

Adrián traced with his mouth the same path his finger had taken and, finding what he was looking for, began to lick without stopping the circling motion inside me. Without him asking, I instinctively opened my legs to make access easier for him. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling; it was like slowly climbing the slope of a roller coaster, higher and higher each time.

From behind, Nadia finished pulling up my dress and spread my ass cheeks. Suddenly I felt another tongue, wet and warm, running over an even more intimate spot. The sensation was so intense my legs started to tremble.

“Carla, I love your taste,” she said from behind.

Her hands slid up my legs to open them even wider. I had never felt so vulnerable. I was naked, turned into a bundle of desire.

***

Adrián laid me back on the deck cushions and opened my legs all the way. Nadia, no longer able to reach my back, came to my mouth. She brought her nipples close to my lips, waiting for me to return the favor, and I absolutely did.

I felt something warm moving in circles around one of my breasts while her hand softly pinched the other. By then I could no longer tell whose tongue, whose finger, whose caress was whose. I closed my eyes. Someone — I suppose Adrián — slipped two fingers inside me, first gently and then with urgency. I tried to arch my back.

“I really like it,” I said, lifting one arm over my head to cling to the naked body of Nadia.

Adrián pulled away for a moment and looked at me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. He took his phone from the table and started taking pictures of me. “Pose for me, Carla. That’s it. Let go.”

I offered no resistance at all. It even turned me on to know he was doing it. That night I felt there was no limit inside me.

Then he set the phone down, leaned in, and pressed his whole mouth over my sex. He started licking hard while I felt all the blood in my body concentrate down there. An unstoppable wave ran through me from top to bottom. He brought his hands back to my breasts without his tongue ever breaking that perfect rhythm.

“Don’t stop!” I heard myself scream.

Everything was so intense. The sensation kept building until I came hard against his face.

***

“Now I’m going to spend a while on Nadia, since we’ve kind of neglected her,” he said, catching his breath. “Will you help me?”

I relaxed my legs and took a breath before turning toward her. Nadia had stretched out with her legs completely open and was touching herself without the slightest shame.

“Of course. What do you want me to do?” I asked, still not fully recovered, faced with a situation I had never dealt with before.

“Your friend is dying for you to eat her out. Isn’t that right, Nadia?” Adrián said, turned on.

“Yes, of course. You eat her first,” she replied, in a strange voice, deep, thick with desire.

Nadia was barely speaking anymore; she seemed absent, as if under the effect of something. She opened her legs to offer herself completely. I began running my tongue over her clit while Adrián gripped her breasts firmly. She moaned and writhed, and every now and then she lifted her head to check that this wasn’t a dream.

Adrián moved behind Nadia and settled her onto him, lifting her hips. I focused on her sex, moving from her clit to the entrance, pressing, lightly nibbling at her lips. When she was on the verge of going crazy, he pulled away. Nadia protested at feeling him far away.

“You’re soaked,” he told her. “Do you know what I want to do to you? I’m going to take you from behind.”

He placed several cushions under her hips until she was at the perfect angle. I watched as he slid in two fingers and moved them quickly while she thrashed, moaning like crazy. Without stopping, he carefully aimed and slowly pushed until he entered her ass. Nadia moaned in a mix of pleasure and something even more intense.

“Do you want to come already? Tell me what you want me to do,” he asked her.

“Not yet. Don’t stop, please,” she begged.

Adrián increased the pace of his hips more and more, until Nadia began moving against him and gave herself over to a huge orgasm that seemed to sweep through her whole body like a hot wave.

“Now, darling,” he said, “Carla and you are both going to come again, okay?”

And we did. Nadia positioned herself over me in a perfect sixty-nine in which I barely had to do anything: it was her, moving, rubbing her sex against my mouth while her tongue filled me. Adrián stroked himself beside us, almost frantic. Nadia came at the exact moment he emptied himself over her ass and my face.

***

The three of us fell silent, breathing hard. Sweat gleamed on our bodies under the dim light of the Mediterranean night, but the energy we had shared didn’t fade. I sat up first. I was overwhelmed by something more than desire: a wild urgency that made every movement feel frantic.

“What if we keep going?” I murmured, my voice husky.

Nadia smiled weakly from the sofa, exhaling tiredly as she settled herself. But Adrián, sitting on the edge of the table, frowned when he saw how intensely I was leaning toward him.

“Give me a few minutes to recover, you little slut,” he said.

“Don’t you have something that could… help?” I asked lightly.

Nadia stood and headed determinedly into the cabin.

“I see. I can tell you’re getting the hang of this very fast,” she said as she passed.

She came back with a bottle of ice-cold champagne and three glasses. Adrián laughed and uncorked it. The liquid spilled over his chest and I leaned in, without thinking, to lick it up. Something inside me had let go completely and I could no longer find the way back. That night, the red lines that had weighed on me so heavily were being erased one after another.

“Susana… I mean, Carla,” he corrected himself, laughing, “you’re unstoppable.”

“I’m not stopping,” I replied, approaching him naked with an indecent smile full of desire and stubbornness. “Tonight doesn’t end here. I want more.”

“Carla, we should…” Nadia tried to say, but I raised a hand without even looking at her and cut her off sharply.

“No,” I interrupted, in such a firm tone that both of them fell silent for a moment. “Make me feel full again.”

The tension on deck became palpable once more, but Nadia and Adrián could see that tonight no one was going to stop me. I was beside myself, driven by a force I had never felt before. And, somewhere in the back of my head, I knew that when I went back to Daniel I would no longer be the same woman who had climbed onto that yacht.