The Surprise Swap in the Winery Pool

What I’m about to tell you really happened, and even now, when I go over it in my head, I find it hard to grasp how quickly things got out of hand. It wasn’t a fantasy we’d spent months preparing, nor one of those conversations that never go beyond words. It was a short trip, a secluded house, plenty of alcohol, and an open door at exactly the right moment.

My name is Andrés. I’m in my mid-to-late forties, about six feet tall, and I’ve got enough gray hair now that I don’t bother hiding it. My wife, Lucía, is shorter than me, with a full, beautiful body, wide hips, big tits, and an absurd insecurity about her looks that I’ve never quite managed to get rid of. She’s always driven me crazy precisely because of that: because she doesn’t show herself off, because she doesn’t go around flaunting herself, and because when she lets go with me, she changes completely.

There were three couples on the trip. Us, some very close friends from work, and another couple we also spent quite a few weekends with because they lived nearby. They were Nora and Bruno, and the third couple was Vera and Simón. All adults, with years of living together behind them and enough trust between us to say outrageous things as jokes without anyone taking offense.

The country house was incredible. It had a garden, a barbecue, an outdoor pool, and best of all, a renovated wine cellar with a heated indoor pool accessed through a door from the kitchen. As soon as we saw it, the jokes started on their own. That we had to christen it properly, that we should set up shifts, that it would be better to go down as couples so we wouldn’t interrupt one another. It was all laughter, but already with that tone where you can’t tell how much is a joke and how much isn’t.

That afternoon we stayed in the outdoor pool, drinking and lying in the sun. I immediately noticed that Simón couldn’t take his eyes off Lucía’s cleavage, and the curious thing was that instead of bothering me, it turned me on. For years I’d talked to my wife about my fantasies of seeing her with someone else or sharing her with another man, always without pressuring her, always knowing she’d raise an eyebrow and call me sick while laughing. I thought it would end there once again.

But something was different that afternoon.

Simón made a comment about how hard it was not to look when a woman had such a spectacular pair of tits, and instead of getting embarrassed, Lucía laughed. Nora came up behind her and grabbed her tits over her wet dress, jiggling them shamelessly while saying that anyone would get distracted. Lucía blushed, yes, but she didn’t pull away. I felt the bulge growing inside my swim trunks like a fucking teenager.

That night the wine and glasses kept flowing, and the conversation degenerated exactly the way those conversations always do when nobody wants to be the first to say the really outrageous thing. We started talking about jealousy, moved on to sex, and ended up comparing bodies, asses, breasts, and fantasies with a naturalness that was no longer innocent in the slightest.

“Your wife has half the party won with those tits alone,” Simón said, looking at me while never taking his eyes off Lucía.

“Look all you want, as long as you don’t go hungry afterward,” I replied, laughing.

“Careful what you offer,” Vera said, raising her glass.

Lucía gave me a strange look, drunk and lucid at the same time. Then she grabbed my thigh under the table and squeezed my cock through my trousers. She did it in front of everyone, barely making any attempt to hide it.

“Come on,” she whispered in my ear. “Come downstairs with me to the pool before I lose my nerve.”

She stood up, pulling me by the hand, and the others began whistling and laughing. Someone shouted that we had twenty minutes. I went down behind her, still unable to believe she was the same woman who wouldn’t take off her bikini top even if we were alone in some deserted cove.

As soon as we closed the cellar door, Lucía turned and kissed me hungrily. It wasn’t a soft or timid kiss. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, bit my lip, and then pulled away to take off her clothes right there. She stood completely naked in front of me, her cheeks flushed, breathing heavily and watching me as if she wanted to see what effect she had on me.

“Don’t look at me like that or I’ll regret it,” she murmured.

“If you knew how I’m looking at you, you wouldn’t regret it for a second.”

I stripped quickly and we got into the water. I embraced her from behind, pressing my hard cock against the cleft of her ass, and began kissing her neck just below her ear, where she always falls apart. I grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed them slowly while my hips rubbed against her ass beneath the hot water. She tipped her head back and reached for my cock with one hand, wrapping her fingers around it.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” she whispered.

“Because of you. Only you.”

I spread her legs in the water and slipped my hand between her thighs. She was very wet, slippery, swollen. I parted her lips with two fingers and began rubbing her clit with short strokes while she squeezed my cock and moaned softly. The more I touched her, the more she surrendered against my chest. I slid in one finger, then two, and felt her sucking my hand inside her.

I sat her on the edge of the pool and knelt between her legs. I didn’t want to make love to her slowly; I wanted to devour her. I pushed her knees farther apart, grabbed her thighs, and began eating her pussy with my tongue spread wide, moving from bottom to top, sliding it between her lips and then up to her clitoris to suck it. Lucía let out a sharp gasp and buried her fingers in my hair.

“Just like that, just like that... don’t stop,” she ordered.

I slid two fingers inside her while I licked her. They went in and out dripping wet, making that damp sound that always drives me crazy. I alternated my tongue on her clitoris with fingers pumping inside her, and every time her body tensed, I sucked harder, giving her no respite. She began moving her hips on her own, rubbing her vulva against my mouth, moaning now without restraint.

“I’m going to come... fuck, I’m going to come...”

I held her legs open and kept going. I felt the trembling in her thighs, her belly going hard, the pressure of her fingers tugging at my hair. When she came, she pressed my face against her pussy and released a long, husky moan, the kind I’d never heard from her outside our bedroom. I didn’t pull away. I kept licking her while the orgasm shook her body until it left her nearly breathless.

“Fuck me now,” she said in a broken voice. “Now. Don’t make me wait.”

I lifted her out of the water and laid her on a large towel on the floor. I spread her legs and climbed on top of her. I grabbed my cock, rubbed it over her entrance a couple of times to get it thoroughly wet, and shoved it in with one thrust. We both cried out at the same time. She wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my back.

I began fucking her hungrily, thrusting hard in and out, feeling her pussy squeeze me with every stroke. Her tits bounced with the rhythm, and I couldn’t stop looking at them or grabbing them. I bit one nipple, then the other, and lowered one hand to her clitoris to rub it while I kept pounding into her.

“Deeper,” she begged. “Fuck me hard. I can take it tonight.”

I did as she asked. I buried my cock all the way inside her again and again, slamming into her with a dry rhythm that made the towel slide beneath our bodies. Lucía grabbed my ass to pull me closer, as if she were afraid I wasn’t getting deep enough. Her moans filled the cellar, bouncing off the stone walls and making me even more animalistic.

I didn’t last long before I came. I was too worked up. I stayed inside her while I emptied myself, gritting my teeth and feeling her pussy throb around my cock. Then I collapsed beside her for a few seconds, still panting, and thought that would be the end of the show.

I was wrong.

Lucía turned on her side, smiled like a stranger, and slid down to my crotch. She took my still-soft cock by the base and began sucking it without rushing, running her tongue over the tip and along the shaft, licking my balls too. I watched her, unable to understand where this version of her had come from. On top of that, while she sucked me, she caressed the area between my balls and my ass with two fingers, barely brushing it, just enough to make me jerk.

“Don’t tell me to stop today,” she murmured before taking me into her mouth again.

She brought me hard again with a wicked patience. When I was fully erect, she climbed on top of me and positioned me herself. She lowered herself slowly, feeling me slide inside, and then began riding me. Her pussy opened and closed around my cock as she rose and fell with an energy I hadn’t seen in her for years. I held her tits, pinched her nipples, and she threw her head back, moaning shamelessly.

That was when we heard the door.

It didn’t open quietly. It swung all the way open, accompanied by laughter and footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over instinctively, expecting Lucía to pull away or at least cover herself. She did neither. She kept riding me, my cock inside her, sweating, panting, staring straight at them.

It was Bruno and Nora. They were naked. He was carrying two glasses; she was laughing before she had even reached the last step.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Nora said, “but we can hear you upstairs, and nobody believes you’re just swimming anymore.”

“We brought drinks,” Bruno added, “and, if you don’t mind, company.”

They set the glasses aside and began kissing right there. I was still lying down with Lucía riding my cock, completely hard again, watching Nora slide her tongue into her husband’s mouth and caress his chest, stomach, and cock. The scene was so close I could almost hear the saliva when they kissed.

Lucía leaned over me, still moving, and whispered in my ear:

“Don’t come yet. Watch.”

I obeyed. Bruno lay on his back on another towel, and Nora knelt between his legs. She began by licking his balls, slowly moving up his cock to the tip and sucking it eagerly. She had a round, firm ass, perfectly within reach. I watched it, hypnotized, and Lucía noticed.

“Look at her properly,” she whispered, stroking my chest. “I know that ass has always turned you on.”

She left me speechless. Of course she knew, but hearing her say it at that moment turned me on even more. Then she did something that finally blew my mind: she slid off my cock, went over to Nora, and gave her ass a gentle slap.

Nora turned her face, smiled, and didn’t move away.

“Do you mind if he tries?” Lucía asked her with indecent calm.

“If he doesn’t chicken out, neither will I,” Nora replied.

I moved behind her, still incredulous. Nora continued sucking Bruno while spreading her legs a little farther for me. I placed my hands on her hips and began by kissing her ass through her skin, slowly, before opening her with my thumbs and running my tongue over her anus. Nora let out a muffled moan against her husband’s cock and pushed backward, offering herself more fully. I licked her ass eagerly, slipping my tongue inside, then returning to her pussy, which was wet and open.

“Fuck... yes... keep going,” she said without letting go of Bruno.

Lucía crouched in front of them and moved Nora aside with a smile. Then she took Bruno’s cock into her mouth with such brutal naturalness that it nearly made me tremble. She began sucking him from the base, licking the entire shaft and swallowing almost the whole thing, while Nora turned toward me and grabbed my cock.

“Let’s see if what your wife says is true,” she murmured.

She put me in her mouth without waiting for an answer. She sucked well, hungrily, tightening her lips and looking up at me. My wife was sucking another man’s cock in front of me, while another woman was devouring mine at the same time. My head was spinning, but my body was perfectly clear about it: I was rock-hard, about to explode.

Nora pulled my cock from her mouth for a second and said:

“You really are thick. No wonder she looks at you like that.”

She went back to sucking me, and I turned my gaze toward Lucía. She was on all fours, her ass raised, while Bruno slid two fingers into her ass and leaned down to lick her pussy from underneath. My wife. The woman who had set a thousand boundaries with me about that. I watched her moan, spread her legs wider, push against Bruno’s face, and silently beg me not to say a word.

“Keep going... slowly... but keep going,” I heard her tell him.

Nora noticed that I was staring and smiled around my cock.

“He’s getting her ready,” she told me. “With that cock of yours, you’d hurt her more. Let him go first.”

Watching another man finger my wife’s ass should have stopped me. The opposite happened. I got behind Nora, put her on all fours, and guided my cock to her entrance. She was so wet that the tip slid in on its own. I moved forward slowly, holding her hips and feeling her pussy open for me inch by inch.

“Put it in,” she begged. “Don’t stop halfway.”

I buried it all the way inside her. Nora let out a deep moan and pressed her hands against the floor. I began fucking her with a steady rhythm, pulling her hips toward me with every thrust. Her pussy was hot, tight, and slippery. Every time I nearly pulled all the way out, I drove back in to the hilt. She turned her face, mouth open, asking for more.

Beside us, Bruno was already behind Lucía. He held her waist and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into my wife’s ass. Lucía’s face was taut with a mixture of pain and pleasure, but she didn’t retreat.

“Slowly... fuck... like that... don’t stop,” she moaned.

I couldn’t stop watching. While I fucked Nora, I saw Bruno enter Lucía’s ass a little farther each time, saw her open herself and breathe deeply to take him, and then begin moving backward on her own to take more of him. The sight destroyed the little self-control I had left.

Nora came first. I felt it in the trembling of her legs and in the way her pussy suddenly squeezed me. I kept pounding her for a few more seconds until I came too, buried to the hilt, gripping her hips and panting like an animal.

When I had caught my breath, I looked toward Lucía again. Bruno had her completely impaled from behind and was fucking her at a steady pace, without roughness but without softening either. She was lying on top of him after they changed positions, riding him while bracing herself against his chest. Bruno sucked her nipples and slipped one hand between her legs to rub her clitoris at the same time.

Lucía came like that, with another man’s cock in her ass and that same man’s hand making her orgasm from the front. I watched her arch, close her eyes, grit her teeth, and let her full weight fall onto him. Bruno came shortly afterward. He emptied himself inside her while holding her by the waist.

There were a few seconds of ragged breathing and bodies sprawled across the warm floor of the cellar. Then Nora and I got into the pool to cool off. The water lowered my temperature a little, but not my disbelief. She came toward me smiling, still naked, her hair stuck to her face.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“I don’t even know what to say to you.”

“That’s normal. The first time you see your wife with another man can stir up a lot of things, even if you’ve wanted it a thousand times.”

I looked at her suspiciously, and she burst out laughing.

“Don’t make that face. Lucía and I have talked about everything for years. She knew what turned you on. She also knew she didn’t want to take a step alone or behind your back. That’s why it had to happen this way: with you there, with people we know, and with clear rules.”

“You could have warned me.”

“If we had warned you, you might have spent two weeks thinking about it and then backed out. Besides, she needed to see that she was capable of it. And in case it helps, this isn’t a free pass to do crazy things separately. Only together, only if you both want it. She made that absolutely clear.”

I nodded. I wasn’t angry. I was overwhelmed, which is something else. From outside, we could still hear the echo of the others moving around in the cellar. Nora gave me a brief kiss on the mouth and got out of the water to go with Bruno.

Lucía came toward me right afterward. She walked slowly, her legs still trembling a little, and her expression mixed shyness, defiance, and a need for approval. She climbed into the pool, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

“Are you really all right?” she asked.

“Yes. Surprised, but yes.”

“I was afraid I’d see your face and suddenly regret it.”

“Then don’t regret it. You left me speechless, but I loved seeing you enjoy yourself like that.”

Lucía rested her forehead against mine and exhaled in relief. Then she grabbed my cock under the water and noticed it was already half-hard again. She smiled with a brazen satisfaction that made me laugh.

“Then we’re not finished yet,” she said.

She led me to the edge, made me sit, and knelt between my legs in the water. She started sucking me again, slowly at first, then deeper, with an almost obscene dedication. I brushed her hair away from her face while watching the other two couples get dressed and go upstairs without disturbing us, finally leaving us alone.

When I was fully hard again, Lucía got out of the water, braced her hands on the edge, and offered me her ass. She looked over her shoulder.

“Not from behind,” she clarified with a tired smile. “I’ve had enough of that particular first tonight. But fuck me while looking at where he’s been.”

I spread her legs and slid my cock into her pussy from behind. I entered slowly at first, savoring the mixture of arousal, tenderness, and brutality in that moment. Then I picked up the pace. I gripped her hips and began fucking her while watching her open for me, watching her body respond, still sensitive and almost trembling from everything that had come before.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“My ass does. My pussy is begging you for it. Keep going.”

I kept going. I slipped one hand around her front to rub her clitoris while I pounded into her. She lowered her chest until it rested against the edge and began moaning again, more quietly but just as honestly. Water splashed with every roll of my hips, and the sound of my cock entering her pussy mingled with her broken breaths.

I felt her nearing orgasm, and she noticed it too.

“Inside,” she begged. “I want to feel you too.”

I did as she asked. I held her tightly and emptied myself inside her in several jolting spasms, buried to the hilt. Lucía came almost at the same time, squeezing me with her pussy and releasing a long moan against the wet stone of the pool’s edge.

We stayed still for a while, joined together, without speaking. Then I wrapped her in a towel, and we went upstairs to our room in silence, still half dazed. In bed, before we fell asleep, she kissed my chest and said:

“If tomorrow you want this never to happen again, it won’t.”

I lifted her chin so she would look at me.

“Tomorrow we’ll talk calmly. But if you ask me right now, I’d tell you this is only the beginning.”

Lucía smiled, closed her eyes, and pressed herself against my body. It took me a long time to fall asleep. Not because of jealousy, or the noise, or the alcohol. It took me so long because I kept seeing her face when she asked me to fuck her in the cellar, the image of her sucking Bruno, and the way she sought me out afterward, as if she needed to come back to me to close the circle. And because I knew, with absolute clarity, that we still had several days in that house, and that what had happened that night was only the first leap.