The Jacuzzi Cameras and the Neighboring Couple

My wife’s name isn’t the same as in that story, and neither is mine, but the scene is still etched in my mind with obscene clarity. She, Vera, was around forty, with dark shoulder-length hair and the kind of body that needed no embellishment: full breasts, a firm waist, and a gym-honed ass that made me stupid. I, Darío, somewhat older than her, had traded my belly for decent muscle and a cock that, judging by the way Vera sought it out, was still more than up to the task.

We’d been involved in the lifestyle for some time. It had started as a clumsy fantasy, continued with a swap involving a couple we were friends with, and ended up becoming a habit that aroused us more than we were willing to admit to just anyone. We liked watching, being watched, provoking people, playing with other bodies without ever losing sight of each other amid the chaos.

I’d also had one fixed idea for weeks: filming us. Not to show off or show it to anyone, but out of pure horniness. Watching afterward how Vera moved when she fucked, how she opened her mouth when she came, how her nipples hardened when someone looked at her, drove me crazy with desire.

The trip gave us the perfect excuse. Some acquaintances lent us their apartment in a major city for a weekend. It had a spacious terrace, artificial grass, a set of low sofas, and, in one corner, a jacuzzi that looked designed to end with someone fucking inside it. In my suitcase I had two small, discreet wireless cameras, and the intention of christening them right there.

As soon as we went in, Vera surveyed the place with hungry eyes. She stepped out onto the terrace, saw the jacuzzi, and turned to me with the smile that was always a warning.

“I’m not even unpacking,” she said. “I’m getting in there right now.”

While she went to the bedroom to take off her clothes, I placed one camera on a high shelf in the master bedroom and checked on my phone that it had a good view of the bed. I carried the other one, already switched on, out to the terrace. I nestled it among some towels, aimed at the jacuzzi with an angle wide enough not to miss a thing.

When I came out, Vera was already naked in the water. The bubbles struck her breasts from below, making them tremble. Her head was tipped back, her eyes closed, and her legs were barely parted beneath the water. Knowing she could be seen from another terrace, and that I was filming her as well, made my cock hard instantly.

I undressed without saying a word and got in with her.

“You’re already making that face,” she murmured without opening her eyes.

“The jacuzzi drives me crazy,” I replied, moving closer. “Especially when you’re this open.”

I grabbed one of her breasts with my right hand and began rubbing her nipple between two fingers. She let out a brief laugh, but when she felt my hard cock brushing her thigh, her expression changed.

“We have to go out later,” she said.

“Then we’ll have to make it quick.”

Her hand dropped beneath the water and found my cock at once. She wrapped her fingers around it and began jerking me off slowly, looking at me openly now.

“A quick one,” she whispered. “But don’t start acting like an artist.”

I sat on the edge of the jacuzzi, positioned so the camera would capture the scene clearly, and brushed her hair away from her face. Vera knelt between my legs and took hold of my cock with a confidence that still gets me hard just remembering it. First she licked the tip slowly, looking up to see my reaction. Then she opened her mouth wider and swallowed me inch by inch until I bumped against her throat.

“Fuck,” I groaned, gripping her hair. “That’s it. Take it all.”

She answered with a muffled moan, keeping me in her mouth while her tongue moved beneath the head. She rose until she left me wet, then sank slowly again, squeezing with her lips. When she began taking me in and out at a faster rhythm, the bubbles struck her breasts and I couldn’t decide whether to watch her mouth working or those stiff nipples bobbing in front of me.

I gently tugged her hair to pull her away.

“Turn around. Lean over there.”

Vera turned and bent over the edge with her ass raised. Water ran down her back and parted her thighs just enough. I spread her cheeks with both hands and found her pussy already swollen, wet, and open for me. I ran my tongue from bottom to top, long and slow, savoring all of her. She jerked and grabbed her breasts with both hands.

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Keep going, asshole, keep going.”

I licked her clitoris quickly with the tip of my tongue, then went back down to her pussy, pushing my tongue inside while one finger searched for her ass. Vera thrust her hips backward, rubbing herself against my face, with less and less shame and more and more need. Water splashed out of the jacuzzi with every movement.

“I’m coming,” she said in a broken voice. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

And she really did. Her thighs trembled, her pussy closed around my tongue, and she began moaning in little spasms, as though the release were coming out in bursts.

I didn’t even have time to wipe my mouth. She shoved me backward, made me lie down, and climbed onto my cock as soon as I guided it to her entrance. She sank down in one go, all the way to the hilt. We both let out a rough sound at the same time.

“That’s how I wanted you,” she murmured.

She began riding me with her hands on my chest, rising and falling hungrily. Her breasts were level with my mouth, and I sucked them without delicacy, alternating between them and biting her nipples while she fucked me. I grabbed her ass with one hand and pushed a finger into her anus with the other, pressing outside first until I felt it give.

“Yes, there,” she panted. “Put it in properly.”

She changed position and turned around, giving me her back while she kept riding my cock. That way I could sink my finger deeper into her ass while she impaled herself, slamming her ass against my pelvis again and again. Seeing her like that, straddling me, filmed and out in the open, sent my arousal through the roof.

We came almost simultaneously. She remained still for a moment, sitting on my cock and squeezing me inside her with her pussy still trembling. Then she stood up, ran a hand through her wet hair, and smiled as if she hadn’t just swallowed me and ridden me through a savage fuck on someone else’s terrace.

“Now we can,” she said. “To the shower.”

As soon as she left, I grabbed my phone and checked the recording like a fucking addict. It showed everything: her swallowing me, my face buried between her legs, her ass when she turned around, her breasts bouncing while she rode me. And then, in one corner of the frame, I noticed something I hadn’t seen at the time. A tall shadow above the side divider of the terrace.

I didn’t think much of it yet. I put the camera away, showered, and we went out.

When we returned that night, already in bed, I linked my phone to the television and told Vera I had a surprise.

“What have you done now?”

When the video began, it took her a few seconds to recognize the scene. Then she saw herself swallowing my cock in close-up and smacked me on the arm.

“You son of a bitch. You filmed us.”

“And it came out great.”

She insulted me again, but she didn’t look away. On the contrary, she moved closer to me and began stroking my thigh while we watched ourselves fucking. I could feel myself growing hard again, and her breathing thickening when she saw herself riding me.

“Wait,” she said suddenly. “Rewind a little.”

I went back through the footage until she stopped me with her hand.

“There. Look up.”

Then I saw it. Peeking over the dividing wall, a woman had been watching us. Part of her face was visible, along with her fair hair and her motionless head, fixed on us while we fucked like animals in the jacuzzi.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.

Vera burst out laughing in disbelief.

“The neighbor didn’t miss a thing.”

We spent a while watching the rest with this new information, even more turned on by the thought that we hadn’t been alone. That night we fucked again in bed, without cameras, but with the same arousal. Vera sucked me until I was on the edge, climbed onto my face so I could eat her pussy, and then asked me to put it in her ass while whispering in my ear how much it turned her on to imagine the neighbor touching herself on the other side of the wall. I came across her belly, and she masturbated with my fingers until she came again while staring at the television screen, which was turned off.

***

The next morning we were having breakfast on the terrace when we heard voices on the other side. Vera gestured for me to be quiet.

The woman was telling a man that she’d heard noises the previous afternoon, leaned over, and seen us fucking in the jacuzzi. He laughed and told her he now understood why she had greeted him with such an urgent need to fuck when he got home. She didn’t hold back: she admitted that watching us had turned her on brutally.

We looked at each other and smiled at the same time. Vera set down her cup, stood up silently, and slammed the terrace door so they would hear us.

“Darling,” she said loudly, “I feel like having another bath like yesterday.”

“Give me two minutes and I’ll join you.”

I went into the apartment, grabbed both cameras, and positioned them more carefully than the day before. One faced the jacuzzi head-on; the other was off to the side, at an angle wide enough to capture the dividing wall as well. If they were going to watch again, I wanted it recorded.

Vera was already naked in the water when I came out. I got in with her, speaking deliberately loudly.

“I’m sure the owners have gotten plenty of use out of this.”

“And if someone had seen them, they wouldn’t have died,” she replied, playing along.

For a few seconds there was no sound. Then came a small scraping noise. Something was moving on the other side, pressed against the divider.

Vera climbed onto me with her back to the wall. Over her shoulder I could now see two heads appearing, not one. A man and a woman, peering over without the slightest intention of hiding.

I pushed two fingers into Vera’s pussy and moved them slowly, opening her, so the neighbors could clearly see her moan escaping. Then I pulled one of her cheeks aside and caressed her ass with the tip of my thumb. She moaned louder and arched her back.

I looked up and caught them staring straight at us. This time they didn’t hide.

“Oh. Hi,” I said.

Vera moved aside a little, without covering herself.

“If you want a drink, you can come over,” she said calmly.

They looked at each other. It took them barely a second to accept.

I put on a swimsuit to open the door for them, although by then it was obvious the fabric was merely a formality. He introduced himself as Bruno, dark-haired, wiry, with a nervous smile. She was Lidia, blonde, with short hair, a slim body, and a gaze far dirtier than her initial shyness suggested.

When we went out to the terrace, Vera was wearing only the bottom of a bikini and a wet T-shirt. Her nipples showed so clearly that no imagination was necessary. Bruno didn’t know where to look; Lidia, on the other hand, sought out my crotch as soon as I sat down.

We chatted at first with drinks in our hands, pretending to be normal. But that false courtesy didn’t last long. There was too much electricity between the four of us.

“If you want to get in,” Vera said, “don’t hold back.”

Lidia smiled with restrained brazenness.

“Aren’t we bothering you?”

“Not at all,” I replied.

They got into the water wearing their bathing suits, but it took less than a minute for their hands to disappear beneath the surface. I excused myself for a moment and checked on my phone that the cameras were still recording. From the living room I saw the live image: Bruno was kissing Lidia and squeezing one of her breasts while she reached a hand inside his swimsuit. I returned noisily to warn them.

Vera greeted me with a sentence tossed into the air.

“We prefer getting in naked. If it makes you uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”

“Not at all,” Bruno said far too quickly.

Vera stood up and removed her T-shirt and panties without hurrying. She showed them her ass, her pussy, her wet back—everything. I pulled down my swimsuit and saw Lidia staring shamelessly at my cock now. Bruno, for his part, was devouring my wife’s breasts with his eyes.

Beneath the water, Vera stroked my cock with one hand while I pinched one of her nipples above the surface. Then I felt something else: a stranger’s foot moving along my thigh. I looked at Lidia. She didn’t look away. On the contrary, she stretched her leg a little farther until her toes brushed my balls.

“I think we can stop pretending now,” I said.

Vera got out for a moment and returned with the glasses. This time she sat deliberately beside Bruno, brushing one breast against his arm as she settled down. The poor man swallowed as if his throat were full of sand.

“Take those off,” she said, pointing to their clothes. “You’re more uncomfortable dressed.”

Lidia went first. She untied her top and revealed small, firm breasts tipped with dark, stiff nipples. Then she stood and slowly pulled down her wet panties without taking her eyes off me. She had a thin strip of trimmed hair above her pubis, and her pussy was already glistening.

Bruno hesitated longer, until Vera reached both hands into the water and yanked his swimsuit down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick—not enormous, but certainly substantial. Lidia laughed when she saw his expression.

“About time.”

Vera took Bruno’s hand and placed it on one of her breasts. That contact finally shattered his shyness. Bruno squeezed one, then both, and Vera kissed him on the mouth with obscene naturalness, parting his lips and giving him her tongue while guiding his hands over her chest.

Lidia moved closer to me and grabbed my cock beneath the water.

“Let’s see if it was really as good as it looked from the other terrace.”

“Find out.”

She began jerking me off decisively, moving her hand up and down while massaging my balls with the other. I shifted until I was sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi and opened the space between my legs for her. Lidia knelt and licked the tip slowly, deliberately, enjoying having me at her height. Then she took half of me into her mouth, pulled off, and took me in again; by the third attempt she was swallowing me whole.

Her way of sucking me was different from Vera’s: greedier, less technical, but driven by a need that squeezed the base of my cock like a hot fist. Meanwhile, when I turned my head, I saw Bruno burying his face between my wife’s breasts and Vera guiding his cock toward her mouth. The man looked at me for a second, as if asking permission. I nodded. He continued.

I pulled Lidia off my cock before I came too soon and sat her on the edge with her legs spread. Her pussy was swollen, pink, open, and smelled of recent arousal. I parted her lips with my fingers and began eating her from below, with long licks that made her grip the backrest and curse under her breath.

“Fuck... not like that,” she said, pushing my face so I would continue. “Yes, like that. There. On the clitoris. Don’t stop.”

I alternated between her clitoris and the entrance to her pussy, pushing my tongue inside and pulling it out wet. Then I moved down to her ass, ran my tongue over the tight ring, and at the same time sank two fingers into her pussy. Lidia writhed, clutched my head, and began coming in jerks, moaning without caring who heard her.

“Put it in me now,” she blurted as soon as she caught her breath. “Fuck me already.”

She hung from my shoulders, wrapped her legs around my waist, and took hold of my cock to guide it to her entrance. I penetrated her with one hard thrust, all the way to the hilt. The air left her, and she dug her nails into my back.

“That... that... fuck.”

I began fucking her standing up, holding her by the ass and back, pulling out and thrusting in with short strokes at first, then longer ones. Her small breasts bounced in front of my face, and I grabbed them without restraint, pinching her nipples whenever I wanted to hear her moan louder.

On the other side of the jacuzzi, Vera was already lying back while Bruno ate her pussy with almost religious concentration. She held his head between her thighs and occasionally reached out to grab his cock, jerk him off, and drive him crazier.

Lidia was still riding me when she changed position and wanted to get on all fours over the edge. I grabbed her hips and brought the tip of my cock to her ass, merely brushing it. She tensed at once.

“No. Not there. Never.”

I didn’t insist. I went back to her pussy and slammed into her, wrenching a rough cry from her. I began pounding hard, setting the rhythm with my hands dug into her hips. She accompanied every thrust by pushing her ass backward, searching for more.

“Harder,” she said. “Break me, fuck. Don’t stop.”

When I felt myself getting close, I tried to pull out, but Lidia was faster. She turned around, pulled my cock from her pussy, and put it in her mouth. She made me come right there, swallowing almost everything and still playing with her tongue when I was already sensitive and throbbing.

We both collapsed onto the terrace floor, our legs without strength. From there we watched our partners: Vera on top of Bruno, riding him slowly, pressing her hands against his chest while he sucked one of her breasts and held her ass with pent-up hunger. The image alone would have been worth the entire recording.

Lidia, lying beside me, confessed between pants that this was her first real time with another couple, although the night before she had fucked her husband while thinking about us. I admitted that we already knew she had spied on us and that, in fact, we had staged the second bath to provoke them. Far from being offended, she laughed, a new excitement appearing on her face.

Then I remembered the cameras.

“Shit. They’re still recording everything.”

I went into the living room to get the phone and turn off the transmission. Lidia followed me. When she saw the live image, she stopped. On the screen, Bruno had Vera on all fours against the edge of the jacuzzi and was fucking her from behind, gripping her hip while my wife’s breasts hung and moved with every thrust.

Lidia wouldn’t let me delete anything.

“Don’t even think about turning it off,” she said in a low, heated voice.

She returned to the terrace with determination. First she approached Bruno and kissed him, then she positioned herself in front of Vera and took her face in her hands to kiss her too. After that she knelt beneath my wife and opened her legs just enough to put her tongue in Vera’s pussy while her husband continued fucking her from behind.

Vera let out such a loud moan that even I stopped for a second to watch her. Her mouth was open, her eyes unfocused, and her entire body surrendered to that double stimulation: cock from behind, tongue from the front. Bruno gripped her hips harder; Lidia kept licking her clitoris and pushing her tongue into the entrance of her pussy whenever a thrust pulled it slightly open.

I returned with my cock hard again. I put two fingers in Vera’s mouth for her to suck while I watched. Then I pulled out my cock and offered it to her. She swallowed it eagerly, sucking me between moans while she continued taking Bruno’s cock inside her.

Then I positioned myself behind Lidia and penetrated her again as she leaned over my wife’s pussy. The spectacle was savage: Bruno fucking Vera, Lidia eating her, and me fucking Lidia from behind. Four adults panting, sweating, and moaning on a terrace in broad daylight, recorded by two cameras and without a trace of regret.

“Don’t stop moving,” Vera said in a broken voice. “Fuck, like that... like that...”

Bruno lasted only a little longer. He pulled his cock from Vera’s pussy and brought it to his wife’s mouth just as he began to come. She took him on her knees, swallowing him without removing one hand from Vera’s clitoris. My wife shuddered at the change and came again, hard, her body folding forward.

I kept giving Lidia a little more, gripping her waist, until she exploded too. Her pussy squeezed me with intense spasms, and then I could no longer hold back. I came inside her, buried to the hilt, panting over her wet back.

All four of us lay sprawled across the terrace, without speaking for several minutes. The only sounds were the jacuzzi water and our ragged breathing.

Eventually we sat on the sofas, still naked, with fresh drinks in our hands. Conversation came naturally, as if after seeing and touching one another that way there was no reason left to pretend. They talked about routine, curiosity, and the fear of suggesting certain fantasies. We told them we had been exploring for some time, and that shared desire, when spoken about openly, could open very specific doors.

Lidia, more relaxed now, glanced toward my phone several times. When I got up to go to the bathroom, she followed me.

“I want that video,” she told me bluntly. “For us. We won’t upload it anywhere.”

“It’s private.”

“That’s exactly why I want it.”

I understood her all too well. I nodded.

That night they went back to their apartment, and Vera and I, after showering, got into bed to review some of the recordings. Seeing Lidia sucking my cock, Vera spread open between a woman’s tongue and a man’s cock, and the four of us tangled together in that impossible position made us hard with desire all over again.

Vera took the phone from my hand, left it on the nightstand, and leaned over me.

“We’re not leaving tomorrow,” she whispered. “And I seriously doubt the neighbors want to say goodbye over coffee.”

I opened her legs with my hand and found her pussy still sensitive, but already wet again.

“Then tomorrow we keep recording.”

She smiled, kissed me, and sat down on my cock with a slow, deliberate moan.

And that was how that first day with the cameras ended: knowing that the video had captured not just a fuck in a jacuzzi, but the beginning of something much more dangerous. Because once you discover the pleasure of being watched, of watching, and of leaving the door ajar so someone else can come in, it becomes very hard to close it again.