The Pool Where I Started Fantasizing About a Threesome

I was twenty-one when that trip changed everything. Not in a dramatic way, not like a sudden revelation. It was more like when you push a stone to the edge of a slope and watch it slowly roll to the bottom, unable to do anything to stop it even if you wanted to.

My girlfriend Sofía and I had been together for almost two years. We met on campus during our first month at university, she in Law, I in Architecture, with a group of mutual friends who, at some point, shoved us onto the same sofa during a party. Sofía was one of those women who attract attention without trying: five foot seven, broad hips, big round tits that bounced when she walked, and a way of moving that made people turn their heads. I was more average. I knew it and accepted it. My strong suit had always been conversation, not looks.

Sexually we were active but predictable. We fucked two or three times a week, almost always in the same position, almost always with the lights off, and almost always she came after me against my hand. Two years of classes, group projects, and short nights had built a routine that worked, but rarely surprised. When my aunt offered us a week at a beach resort as a graduation gift, we both accepted without a second thought. We needed that break.

On the day we left, Sofía showed up in a cream-colored spaghetti-strap dress, no bra, her nails painted dark burgundy, and white flat sandals. Her nipples showed through the fabric and she wasn’t wearing panties—I noticed when she bent down to put the bag in the trunk. It was hard to start the car.

***

We’d been on the highway for three hours when the fuel gauge started flashing. I pulled into the first gas station I found, a gray building between two half-dry sunflower fields. Sofía was asleep with her seat reclined, her dress bunched halfway up her thigh and her left arm above her head. The way the fabric had shifted showed much more than she would have allowed with her eyes open: you could make out an entire breast through the side neckline, and the hem of the dress showed the start of her shaved cunt.

The attendant, a man in his sixties in work pants with grease-black hands, took a reasonable amount of time to fill the tank and a far less reasonable amount of time to clean the windshield on the passenger side. He leaned over the hood again and again, taking advantage of it to bring his head almost against the glass, peering inside. Sofía sighed in her sleep, oblivious to everything.

I went inside to pay.

—Forty-one eighty. Receipt?

—No, thank you.

—On holiday? —he asked with a smile I didn’t quite like.

—Yes, to the coast.

—Have a good trip. —He ran the card and handed it back—. I hope you’ve got the energy and equipment needed for what you’ve got in there. If you’re missing anything, you know where to find me. —And he grabbed his crotch, squeezing his package hard through his greasy pants.

I turned around and walked out without answering. I started the car and put it in first. Sofía was still asleep. My cheeks were burning, but it wasn’t just anger I was feeling. My cock had gone half-hard in my pants. That was what unsettled me most.

***

The resort was a good one. Indoor pool, outdoor pool, spa, two restaurants, and a cocktail bar. The parking lot was huge. The reception area was cold marble. The room smelled like expensive soap and had a terrace overlooking the garden.

When Sofía started unpacking, she took out the swimsuits one by one. There were three: a black one-piece, a navy blue bikini with a zipper on the side, and one that, when unfolded, seemed to consist mainly of hope and two beige triangles of fabric.

—That’s a swimsuit? —I asked.

—Technically, yes. —She folded it quickly and tucked it under the others—. I bought it with my cousin last month. She convinced me. But relax, it’s only for here, to wear with you. For the beach or the pool I’ll wear the blue one. I don’t want sleazy guys staring at me.

—I think you’d look spectacular on the beach. Less tan lines, too.

—What you want is for people to look at you because you brought me. —She said it with a half-smile, without malice, pointing at the bulge already showing in my pants after watching her undress.

She stood in front of me in nothing but panties, tits bare and nipples already a little stiff from the air conditioning. I moved closer, took one in each hand, squeezed them hard, and sucked one nipple until she let out a moan. She pushed me away laughing and gently shoved me toward the door.

—Don’t even think about it. They’re waiting for us downstairs. If you fuck me now I won’t go down all afternoon.

I didn’t answer. But I didn’t deny it either.

***

The outdoor pool area had teak loungers, white parasols, and background music at a volume that wasn’t annoying but didn’t allow for easy conversation either. The average age in the place hovered around fifty. Sofía and I were, by far, the youngest people in the whole hotel.

When she took off the sarong and lay face down on the lounger, I noticed several heads turning in our direction. She spread sunscreen over her shoulders, her arms, the small of her back, slowly, with that unconscious naturalness of someone who doesn’t realize how much attention she draws. The blue swimsuit rode up between her ass cheeks and left half her ass exposed. I watched the people watching her. A bald guy with a cigar had lifted his sunglasses to get a better look. Another, three loungers away, had discreetly placed a towel over his lap.

I went to get drinks at the bar. While I waited, a man stood beside me. Mid-sixties, completely shaved head, a pronounced beer belly, white skin with shoulders already reddened by that morning’s sun.

—First time here, right? —he said without taking his eyes off the bar.

—Is it that obvious?

—The regulars bring their own factor fifty. —He laughed—. Héctor. My wife’s Carmen, the one with the straw hat.

I looked toward where he was pointing. Carmen must have been about fifty-five. Dark-skinned, with the kind of tan that takes years to achieve, a curvy body that time had treated generously. She was lying topless, reading something on a tablet, completely at ease. She had round, softly sagging tits, with dark, wide nipples browned by the sun, areolas the size of two-euro coins that were already striking from a distance. Her nipples stood out stiffly, as if she were used to being looked at like that.

—Andrés —I said, shaking his hand. It was big and rough—. My girlfriend is Sofía.

—I’d noticed. —A pause—. Your girlfriend has a very nice body. That ass barely fits in the swimsuit, and it’s a pleasure to see.

I wasn’t quite sure how to answer. I took the drinks and went back to the loungers with my cock half-hard again, feeling that old man’s gaze stuck to my back like he was giving me permission for something I didn’t yet know the name of.

***

The afternoon moved slowly and strangely. Héctor and Carmen had settled into the neighboring loungers and conversation arose naturally. He had been a transport company manager and had retired early. She was a ceramics teacher. They came to the resort a couple of times a year, knew the staff by name, and knew which tables to avoid in the restaurant. They seemed like a functional, relaxed couple, comfortable with each other after so many years together and no longer needing to pretend anything.

I ordered a couple more rounds. Sofía accepted the drinks without asking what was in them. By the third cocktail she was laughing more than usual, resting her hand on my knee when she spoke, making remarks with a hint of naughtiness that normally didn’t come so easily. At one point she rolled over on the lounger and half a breast slipped out of the blue bikini, her nipple showing for a long few seconds before she adjusted herself. Héctor saw it. I saw Héctor see it. Nobody said anything.

Héctor couldn’t keep his eyes off her when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I was always looking. And the worst part was that a huge cock was clearly outlined against his swimsuit every time Sofía moved. A long, thick bulge traced down the left leg of the suit, so obvious there was no way to look in that direction without seeing it. She had seen it too. I know she had, because after that, every time Héctor changed position, Sofía let her gaze linger a half-second longer than necessary.

What I felt when I saw his eyes settle on Sofía’s cleavage wasn’t exactly anger. It was a more complicated mix, something that tightened my body in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. A kind of dirty pride mixed with something darker I couldn’t name at the time. I was getting hard thinking about him looking at my girlfriend’s tits.

Carmen shifted on the lounger and turned onto her side. I had the impression she did it on purpose, calculating the angle. Her tits were softly pressed against the lounger and her dark nipple was clearly visible. I looked away. Looked back a second later. Looked away again. She said nothing, but she ran her tongue over her lower lip with a slowness that left no doubt.

—Honey, Héctor and Carmen are inviting us to dinner together tonight, there’s live music by the pool —Sofía told me with a slightly tipsy smile.

—Sounds perfect —I said.

As I said it, I looked at Héctor. He returned the glance with a kindly smile that revealed nothing, but under the towel he’d laid over his legs, the hard bulge was still clearly outlined against the fabric.

***

We went back to the room before dinner. I’d barely closed the door when Sofía wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with her entire tongue in my mouth. The alcohol had lit something in her that normally took longer to appear. Her skin smelled of sunscreen and a wet cunt.

I untied the bikini top and ripped it off her in one motion. Her tits dropped free, heavy, with her nipples already hard and reddened. I sucked one with my mouth open, drawing in the whole areola, nibbling carefully until she let out a hoarse moan. I ran my tongue over the other one and pressed her tits together so I could suck both nipples at once, saliva dripping down my chin.

—Fuck me already, Jesus —she whispered—. I’ve been wet all afternoon.

I yanked the bikini bottom down until the fabric was bunched around her thighs, and I knelt in front of her. Her cunt was shaved, her lips swollen and shining from how wet she was. I pushed her back onto the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I buried my face in her cunt and ran my tongue from bottom to top between her lips, pressing her clit with the tip.

—Ahhh... like that, keep going, don’t stop —she moaned, grabbing my hair with both hands and pressing my face tighter against her cunt.

I sucked her clit between my lips, tugging it gently, and slid two fingers deep inside her. I could feel the walls of her cunt clenching around my fingers, so wet the bed was soaked beneath her ass. I fingered her in and out while nibbling at her clit, and she started rocking against my face, breath catching.

—I’m coming... I’m coming... oh God, I’m going to come... —she moaned, squeezing her thighs against my ears.

She came against my mouth with a long shudder, smothering the cry against the pillow, her hips lifting off the bed and my tongue still inside her. I felt her cunt pulsing around my fingers for what seemed like half a minute.

Without giving her a break, I climbed on top, shoved my swim trunks down in one tug, and drove my cock into her in a single thrust. She was so wet I went all the way in with the first push. She let out a guttural moan and dug her nails into my back.

—Hard, fuck me hard —she begged in my ear—, fuck me like it’s the first time.

I fucked her with all the force I had, her tits bouncing against my face each time I slammed her into the mattress. I grabbed one breast with one hand and her other leg with the other, spreading her open wide to get deeper inside her. Her cunt made a wet noise every time I pulled out and thrust back in, an obscene slapping sound filling the room.

—Tell me... tell me dirty things —she panted, looking at me through half-closed eyes—, say something.

—You’re dripping wet, Jesus —I whispered hoarsely—, your cunt’s soaked, it’s dripping down your ass, did you know that?

—Keep going, keep going, keep going...

I put her on all fours, ass up and face buried in the pillow, and drove my cock into her from behind again. I gripped her hips and started fucking her with long, deep thrusts, watching her ass shake against my thighs with every blow. I gave her a soft slap on the right cheek and she moaned for more. I gave her another, harder, and another, and another, until my fingers left a red mark on her skin.

—Mmm yes, like that, harder, give me more —she moaned into the pillow.

I slid a wet thumb into her ass and she let out a squeal of pleasure, pressing back against me. She had never let me do that before. She had never asked me to. Now she pushed her ass against my finger while I kept fucking her cunt.

—I’m going to come, baby, inside —I panted.

—Yes, come inside, fill me up —she begged—, inside, inside, I want to feel it all inside me.

I drove my hands into her hips and came in long spurts inside her, feeling the semen overflow and start running down between her thighs before I’d even pulled out. She came at the same time, clenching her cunt around my cock with a shiver that ran all the way through her back.

Afterward, lying on our backs catching our breath, the sheets ruined with semen and saliva, Sofía spoke.

—Did you like Carmen? —she asked with a thick voice and half-closed eyes.

—She’s got an incredible body for her age. And tits I couldn’t get out of my head.

—And you looked at her a lot. I don’t blame you. I looked at Héctor too. —A pause—. He keeps looking at you, Andrés... but what he’s really looking at is me.

—I know.

—And that doesn’t bother you?

I thought about the way Héctor had kept his eyes on Sofía’s cleavage all afternoon. The slowness with which he did it, with no shame at all. The visible bulge in his swimsuit when he thought no one was paying attention, a cock you could spot from far away.

—No —I said—. It doesn’t bother me.

—Did you see his cock? —she asked in a very low voice, as if it cost her to say it.

—It’s impossible not to see it.

—It’s huge.

—It is.

She stayed quiet for a long while, her hand down on her own cunt, absentmindedly playing with the semen still leaking out of her.

—I imagined it —she said at last—. Dancing with him earlier, while he was staring at my tits through the neckline. I imagined him pulling it out over his swimsuit.

I got hard again just hearing her say it. She smiled in a way I’d never seen before. And in that moment I began to understand that this trip was going to be different.

***

Dinner at the hotel restaurant was long and pleasant. Héctor knew the menu better than the waiter and ordered a red wine that turned out to be very good. He made sure Sofía’s glass was always full. He cracked jokes that made her laugh with her head thrown back, offering her neck and half her cleavage to view. Carmen and I talked about other things: architecture, ceramics, cities we had visited or wanted to visit. Under the table, I noticed Carmen rest her bare foot on top of mine and leave it there. Not a word, not a glance. Just her warm foot against mine throughout the second course.

While we ate dessert, Carmen suggested a plan for the next day.

—There’s a little cove about twenty minutes from here. It’s not in any guidebook, the water is clean, and there’s natural shade. The only downside is there’s no beach bar, so you have to bring everything from here. We’ve got a folding canopy and room in the car for coolers.

—Don’t those coves get packed in summer? —I asked.

—If you get there early, no. And you two are carrying factor fifty, so the earlier the better —Carmen said with a smile, pointing at my un-tanned shoulders. Her foot slid a few centimeters up my ankle.

Sofía looked at me, seeking my approval with that tipsy expression she got when the wine was winning.

—Sure, count us in —I said.

***

After dinner we went to the cocktail bar, where a live group was playing something halfway between jazz and pop with moderate laziness. There wasn’t much atmosphere, but the bar was well stocked.

Héctor offered Sofía his hand to dance. She looked at me for a second and I gave the smallest nod. Carmen stood up and looked at me.

—Can you dance?

—Badly.

—Even better. The ones who dance well don’t learn anything new anymore.

She led me onto the small dance floor. She smelled of sunscreen and something woody. She pressed herself against me with a naturalness that left no room for refusal: her hip against mine, her hand on my lower back, her face very close to my shoulder. She was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing and when to do it. She ran her hand slowly over my nape and pressed her tits against my chest. Through the thin fabric of my pants, she felt what her body was doing to me: my cock had gone hard again and was outlined against her lower belly.

—Relax —she said in my ear, in a calm voice that made it worse—. To me, it’s a compliment, really. When you get older you start thinking you no longer have that effect on people.

She slid my hand a little lower, until it rested on the start of her ass, and squeezed gently so I would keep it there. I felt the firm flesh of her ass beneath the skirt, with no sign of panties.

—You’re not wearing anything underneath —I murmured before I could stop myself.

—Not tonight —she whispered—. Can’t stand it in this heat.

She brushed her hard pussy over my pants with a calculated hip movement, so subtle an outside observer wouldn’t have noticed, but I felt perfectly how she pressed against me through the fabric.

—You’re so hard —she whispered in my ear, her voice a shade rougher—. And what a nice package you’ve got, honey. It really shows.

On the other side of the floor, Héctor had a hand on the small of Sofía’s back, right at the exact point where the back ends and something else begins. She didn’t move it away. Sofía had her tits pressed against Héctor’s chest, and I noticed Héctor lowering a hand an inch every minute until he was finally touching her ass over the dress. She didn’t move that hand away either. They moved well together, with that ease some people have when they don’t know each other at all but understand each other physically from the very first moment. Héctor was more agile than his body suggested. And from where I was dancing, the hard bulge against Sofía’s hip was perfectly visible. She could feel it. She was feeling it clearly against the hip bone.

We danced for a good while without talking much. I looked over at the floor several times. Sofía had an expression I didn’t know: lips slightly parted, eyes bright, breathing a little faster than the music required.

***

Back in the room, Sofía stripped in the dark and got into bed. It was hot. She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling in silence for a moment.

—Héctor got hard dancing with me —she finally said—. You could tell really clearly.

I froze.

—Yeah?

—It was... noticeable. Big. Pretty big. —A pause—. It was digging into my hip, honey. And it was thick. You know how it is, you can tell if it’s just long or if it’s thick too. Héctor’s is both.

I didn’t answer. I moved toward her under the sheets. I ran my hand between her legs and she was completely soaked, wetter than I expected, even wetter than she had been before dinner. She was dripping. I slipped two fingers inside and they came out shiny and sticky, and she let out a long moan.

—Did that happen because of him? —I asked in her ear, my voice a little rough.

—Yes.

—Say it.

—I got like this because of Héctor —she whispered, squeezing her thighs against my hand—. Because of his cock, the way it showed, the way he’s been grinding it into my hip for half an hour.

I got hard as a rock. She climbed on top of me without me asking, her tits hanging over my face, and took my cock herself, sinking down in one go until she hit the bottom. She moaned with her mouth open against my neck.

—Keep telling me —I asked, gripping her hips and guiding her up and down.

—I imagined him pulling it out while we were dancing —she panted, moving in circles on my cock—. I imagined him grabbing me by the neck and shoving it in my mouth right there, in front of everybody, in front of Carmen, in front of you...

I grabbed her ass with both hands and started lifting and dropping her faster, driving her down to the hilt. Her cunt made an obscene splashing sound every time she came down.

—He would’ve come in my mouth —she went on moaning, eyes shut—, he would’ve come in my mouth and I would’ve swallowed every bit of it in front of Carmen.

—Jesus, Sofía...

—And Carmen would’ve been sucking your cock while that happened. You saw her, right? The way she looked at you. She would’ve crawled under the table. She would’ve sucked you with those drooping tits brushing your legs.

She changed rhythm, moving forward and back, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone with every shove. I squeezed her tits, kneaded them, pinched her nipples until they were so hard they almost gleamed from how swollen they were.

—I’m going to come again, honey, I’m going to come thinking about him —she moaned, voice broken.

—Come, come thinking about his cock —I said clearly in her ear.

She came with a tremor that ran through her whole body, clenching her cunt around my cock, biting my shoulder to keep from screaming. I held on a little longer, then flipped her over and put her face down, ass raised on two pillows. I spread her cheeks with my thumbs. I could see her cunt swollen and soaked, and her ass tight, shining with her own juices that had run backward.

—Put it in me again —she panted, face in the pillow—. Like this afternoon, hard.

I shoved my cock into her cunt in one thrust and started fucking her from behind with all the force I had, my hips bouncing against her ass, gripping her hair to tug on it with every blow. She moaned into the pillow, words broken up.

—Imagine her sucking your cock —I growled in her ear, leaning over her back—. Imagine Carmen with my cock in her mouth while Héctor fucks you, in front of me.

—Yes... oh God, yes, like that... again, come inside again...

I came for the second time that night, with spasmodic thrusts to the hilt, feeling the semen overflow and run down the inside of her thighs. She came at the same time, with a muffled moan into the pillow.

We stayed like that for a while, me lying on her back, her ass still raised, my cock inside her until it softened completely and slipped out on its own, followed by a thread of semen that slowly ran down her cunt.

When we were done, lying in silence and darkness, I understood that something had changed between us. Not in an ominous way, not with fear. More like the feeling of having opened a door that had been closed for a long time without either of us knowing it was there. Neither of us had ever come like that before, with other people’s names in our mouths. And neither of us made the gesture of apologizing.

The next day we were going to a secluded cove. No beach bar. No tourists. No one else to know.

Just the four of us.