The Hotel Next Door and the Fantasy That Changed Everything

I woke up with a strange happiness, still feeling the echo of the previous night throbbing in my body. We had always flirted with the idea of bringing others into our fantasies, distant figures from a screen, impossible to touch. But that time had been different, real, flesh-and-blood people we could brush against and who had stayed anchored in memory.

The memory of Mariela sweating, moaning beneath those complicit looks, lit me up all at once. My body, still tense, wanted more.

I tried to clear my head under the shower and it was useless. I thought about waking her and keeping the party going, but when I came out I found her asleep with such tender peacefulness that I didn’t dare break it. It was early and her rest was sacred.

While I dressed, the idea of exploring sex in front of others, maybe even partner swapping, planted a thick rush of adrenaline in me. I didn’t know whether it would go well the first time; jealousy could betray me. A shiver ran through me when I remembered the stab I felt when Mariela mentioned how “affectionate” Bruno had been with her the night before. For me, that wasn’t anger: it was pure excitement in disguise.

I sat for a moment on the terrace, breathing in the fresh air. What would happen if she decided to let herself be taken in front of someone else, or if we dared to go for a full swap? I thought about the consequences, and above any trace of jealousy, excitement won by a landslide. That was when I decided: I had to take her to the other hotel, the one everybody knew was swinger, and see whether together we’d dare.

Mariela came out of the shower wrapped in little more than a towel. I was already dressed, perfumed, combed, ready for the day and for the conversation that was going to derail our vacation.

—Baby, are you ready? —I said, overflowing with enthusiasm.

—You seem anxious to get out —she said with a laugh—. Is it to make the most of the beach views?

—No, I just think we should enjoy the day.

—Are we going to the beach or the pool?

—How about breakfast first and then we head down to the sea?

—Okay —she said, and kissed me as she let the towel fall.

—Looks like breakfast is already served —I murmured, stroking her ass with the secret hope of unloading the tension building inside me.

—Not at all, save that energy for later. Today I want to enjoy the morning.

I pulled away with a protesting smack on her backside. Deep down it was good for me: I needed that half hour alone to carry out my plan without her noticing.

—I’m going down to the restaurant. I’ll wait for you at the same table as yesterday.

—Okay, I’ll get dressed and come down.

***

I took advantage of the fact that she would take a while getting ready and went to reception. My goal was clear: find out whether we could check out early or if they’d charge us a penalty. The receptionist, a woman with a kind smile, confirmed it was possible, though with a small fine.

I asked her about nearby transportation, and, curious, she wanted to know where I was headed. Certain I’d probably never see her again, I worked up the courage and told her bluntly that we wanted to move to the hotel next door and cancel starting the following morning. Her expression didn’t change. With surprising ease, she commented that many guests went back and forth between the two properties, and pointed out the twelve-thirty bus schedule. She processed the cancellation, calculated the penalty, and explained check-out in detail. I thanked her and headed to the restaurant.

While I waited for breakfast I made the new reservation on my phone, crossing my fingers that it wouldn’t be full. Luckily —and for the sake of my physical survival, because Mariela would have killed me if she’d been left without a room— there were vacancies. The new hotel was a little cheaper, but I decided to spend the same as I had at the five-star one. I wanted an unforgettable vacation, no half measures.

I was reading the rules they’d emailed me when I saw her appear. Mariela was stunning. A light white dress clung to her figure and hinted at a turquoise bikini that enhanced her curves. Several tables turned to look without even trying to hide their admiration. Modesty aside, she was one of the most beautiful women there.

—Have you eaten anything yet? There’s nothing on your table.

—I was waiting for the Germans to arrive to see your reaction —I replied with a conspiratorial smile.

—Don’t be silly.

—It’s obvious you want to see her… I mean, them —she laughed, declaring herself the winner of the joke.

—Maybe, but the one who wouldn’t be able to control herself would be you —I said sarcastically.

—No, I’d devour that one. Come on, let’s eat.

We had a hearty breakfast, but half our attention was scanning the dining room for the couple from the previous night. Time passed, cups emptied, and they didn’t show up. I silently regretted it: I had pinned a small hope on that encounter. I was thinking of using their presence, the adrenaline they generated, as a mute argument to convince Mariela to change hotels. Without them, the task rested entirely on my shoulders, and that called for a different strategy.

***

After breakfast we gathered our things and headed to one of the nearby beaches. The hotel had plenty of people, but the beaches weren’t as crowded as I’d feared. We found one with fine sand and crystal-clear water, settled into an open spot, and I set about admiring the surroundings. There were gorgeous women everywhere, until Mariela interrupted me asking for sunscreen. She lay face down on the towel.

While I spread the lotion over her back, I couldn’t help looking at some of the sunbathers who were topless with complete naturalness. A rush of excitement ran through me, mixed with the urge to tease her.

—Baby, take it all off, they allow bare tits here —I blurted, knowing she wouldn’t dare.

—No! You’re crazy! —she sat up wide-eyed, giggling.

—Come on, nobody knows you here.

—I can’t, there are too many people. Maybe another day.

Her gaze swept over the beach as if every sunbather were a barrier to her modesty. For now she had reached her limit, but the seed was already planted.

Without arguing, I kept rubbing in the lotion. My hands drifted down her legs with slow, deliberate caresses, trying to awaken every nerve. I went up around her hips without touching the target, climbed to her shoulders, and came back down brushing only the edge of her breasts. I was playing at making her ask for more, at making her body beg me to continue.

When I finally gave in and my fingers neared the inner side of her thighs, I felt her press her body into the sand. It was undeniable: she was getting turned on. I wanted to believe the intensity of the previous night with Helena and Bruno had a lot to do with it, in addition to my caresses.

—Lying like this, nobody will see anything —I suggested—, unhook your bra so I can apply it evenly.

Without hesitating, her fingers unclipped the clasp. With her back bare, I started a massage I knew by heart. My hands knew how to lull her to sleep or fire her up to surrender, and this time it was going to be the second. I moved downward, brushing the sides of her breasts, a whisper over the skin that barely managed to graze her hardened nipples, then went back up, again and again pretending I would take her breasts without ever actually doing it.

Her breathing grew deeper, more ragged. Small moans vibrated in the air. Right at the peak of one of them, I stopped my hands with almost cruel gentleness.

—Don’t stop —she whispered.

—I was just putting on sunscreen —I answered, unable to hide my satisfaction.

—But your massage feels so good. You can’t leave me halfway.

—Oh yeah? And what exactly am I doing, my love?

—You’re leaving me… like this —she said, moving her hips—. You know perfectly well what you’re doing with those hands.

—I’m going to the water for a moment. Coming?

—No, I’ll let the sunscreen sink in. I need a minute…

The truth was different: going into the sea was the only way to bring down my erection. If I wanted to avoid being shot down over the hotel change, I had to keep a stoic face.

***

Near the shore there was a group of three girls; two of them topless. I was edging closer to get a better look when I felt a hand on my back. Startled, I yelped and spun around like a kid caught stealing cookies.

—What happened? Did you kill someone? —it was Mariela, who had arrived without me noticing.

—Nothing, I’m enjoying the view.

—I can see that, since they’ve got tits in your face —she said with irony.

—I couldn’t help it. Besides, you don’t want to show me yours.

—I don’t have a problem with that, but in the room, not with strangers around.

A cold stab went through my chest. Her voice, suddenly serious, made me hesitate: had I made a mistake by canceling the reservation without consulting her? The plan, so carefully woven, wavered all at once with that sentence.

We stayed in the water for a while, relaxed, without returning to the topic of the topless girls. When we got out, I saw that she had her bikini bottoms wedged between her butt cheeks, and that, along with the scenery, struck me as a unique moment I wanted to capture.

—Baby, want to take some photos?

—Yes, let me fix myself a little.

While she arranged her hair and adjusted the bikini ties, I took out my phone and started photographing her, each picture more dazzling than the last. We tried a few selfies together, laughing, looking for the angle with the sun behind us, until a female voice broke our bubble.

—I can take pictures of both of you, if you want.

—Helena! —Mariela exclaimed, delighted.

I came closer and slid a hand around her waist in an intimate gesture. Mariela hugged her with easy familiarity.

—How are you guys? Photo session? —Helena was laughing—. I’ll help, you look great.

—And Bruno? —Mariela asked with unusual interest.

—He’s finishing check-out, we’re leaving in a couple of hours.

—Really? —Mariela murmured, almost to herself, with a veil of genuine regret.

I didn’t understand why she cared so much. Jealousy and prurient curiosity churned around in my head, but the mere idea of being with Helena excited me too much. When Bruno appeared, a smile spread across my face when I saw how Mariela couldn’t take her eyes off him: it was my perfect opening.

—Careful, you’re going to wear him out with all that staring —I said, putting her on the spot.

—Let her, for my part she can stare all she wants —Helena laughed.

Bruno greeted me with a hug, as if we were lifelong friends, and turned to my wife. Helena took the opportunity to grab my arm. She was wearing a micro bikini that covered more with her hands than with the fabric; it was obvious her nipples were too small to fill something so tiny.

We chatted for a while. They said they were going to a nearby hotel for about five days and suggested setting up a group so we could meet up at some bar. While Mariela created the chat without taking her eyes off Bruno, I thought I had to confess to her as soon as possible that we had already moved into that exact same kind of hotel.

***

The morning was heating up. Helena, with a carefree gesture, asked Bruno for the tanning oil, untied the top of her bikini, and took it off without warning, leaving her breasts uncovered. My gaze flew to them.

—Do you mind if I take this off? —she asked, looking at Mariela.

—No, not at all, there are already several girls like that —my wife answered.

—Well then, I’m not the one who’ll complain —I said, trying to hide the havoc her body was wreaking on me.

—Want to do the honors? —Bruno offered me the tanning oil.

I hesitated and looked at Mariela for approval.

—Take advantage of it, I’m putting on sunscreen and I’m not going to ask Bruno for permission to apply it —she said, amused.

I started timidly on Helena’s shoulders, tempted to move to the side where her breasts peeked out. Meanwhile, I saw Bruno unhook Mariela’s bra and run his hands down her legs dangerously close to her ass. He looked at me, asking for permission. He didn’t need it: I knew Mariela would let him, and although it was hard to take in, that mix of jealousy and excitement had me dazed.

—What’s wrong? You’re still not done —Helena complained.

—I got a little distracted —I said, running my hands more confidently over her waist until I dared to touch her ass.

It was a unique sensation: for the first time in years I was touching a body other than Mariela’s. I got so excited that I didn’t notice my erection starting to brush against Helena’s hand. Far from getting scared, she began a subtle movement against my cock, already hard as a rock. That set everything off. My wife was being touched in front of me, without a bra, by a near stranger, while I had in my hands a spectacular blonde with her blessing.

—Now the front —Helena said, turning and exposing my bulge. Then she pointed at her white breasts, with small nipples and pink areolas, completely hard—. Can you put the lotion here?

Mariela had her gaze fixed on me, her face red, her breathing accelerated. I knew that expression of pleasure by heart. I started caressing Helena’s belly, spreading more lotion than necessary so I would never have to stop. When I passed over her breasts I felt a crazy urge to lick them, but I held back. I slid my hand to the edge of the micro bikini and, since she didn’t flinch, I let a finger travel along the side of the fabric. I found her completely shaved and soft. I could feel her getting wet, and that drove me into absolute desire.

I looked at Mariela, who was smiling at me with a mix of malice, revenge, and desire. Without warning she turned, exposing her breasts.

—I want lotion here too —she said, pointing to her erect nipples.

—Of course —Bruno replied, tracing them with his fingers.

Far from making me jealous, I wanted to see it. The four of us were about to burst, with our swimwear wet and people already starting to look at us.

—We’d better stop or we’ll end up fucking right here, the four of us —I said, regaining a minimum of control.

—We don’t have a problem with that —Helena smiled.

Mariela and I looked at each other. It was a clear invitation, just as we had fantasized about a thousand times, but this time it was real. In a flash of lucidity I imagined my wife being fucked by Bruno and jealousy flooded my head again. My wife was not a bargaining chip; this deserved better planning.

—Tempting, but better not. I don’t want to ruin your relationship or ours.

—All right, don’t worry. If you change your minds, you’ve got our numbers —Helena laughed.

—We’ll think about it —Mariela said, laughing just like her.

***

The atmosphere was left thick, charged with eroticism and silence. To cool things down I suggested we get into the water, and Mariela agreed instantly. She didn’t cover herself: she got up exactly as she was, took my hand, and dragged me toward the sea. She, who never goes in too far for fear of the waves, this time walked until the water covered her breasts.

—This is crazy —she said at last.

—I know, but you were enjoying it, weren’t you?

—Honestly, yes. But you weren’t exactly lagging behind —she said, grabbing my bulge under the water.

—I’m not the only one —I replied, slipping my hand under her bikini. I found her soaking wet, and it wasn’t from the sea.

We started masturbating to the rhythm of the few waves. There weren’t many people nearby, which gave me confidence despite the water’s transparency.

—Fuck me now.

I took her by the waist, moved the bikini fabric aside, and began to penetrate her slowly, just as I saw Helena and Bruno approaching in the distance.

—Baby, they’re coming this way.

—Let them come. Because of them I’m like this —she said, almost in anger.

When they arrived they said nothing and, less than a meter away, started fucking too. I couldn’t stop looking at Helena; Mariela couldn’t take her eyes off Bruno either. With the movement of the water we drifted closer, until Helena made the first move, stroking one of Mariela’s breasts, which shuddered with pleasure. Bruno reached out and took her ass, helping her take my thrusts. It was too much for my wife, who had one of her best orgasms with a muffled cry.

I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity and started caressing Helena’s ass, and she moved away from Bruno to press herself against me. He, seeing Mariela more relaxed, moved in to kiss her neck, and she took his penis through his swim trunks. Helena was jerking me off while looking me in the eyes as I sank my fingers into her pussy: she had soft lips and a protruding clit, a delicacy. It didn’t take long for her to come, and with her I almost came too.

Mariela was on the edge again, leaning on Bruno’s shoulder, and had a second orgasm, shorter but just as intense. To my surprise, she went under and took all of him into her mouth. It wasn’t easy to make out under the water, but Bruno’s face gave it away. While Helena hugged me, we watched him finally come with my wife’s hands, until he finished. My prurient excitement mixed with ridiculous jealousy: jealousy that it wasn’t me receiving that mouth I knew so well.

The four of us stayed wrapped around each other’s partner, catching our breath. And there, despite all my mental contradictions, the jealousy and the doubts, I said just one thing to myself with absolute clarity: this had to happen again.