The Swap My Girlfriend Suggested at That Party

Lucía and I were invited to a party at Néstor and Bea’s place, a couple we’d shared dinners and summers with for years. They lived in a huge manor house near the coast, one of those with a garden, a pool, and far too many rooms for two people. We’d lost touch with them a while back, so the invitation surprised me and delighted me in equal measure.

There was one thing you should know about Néstor: he slept with every woman he could behind Bea’s back. She must have sensed it at some point, or maybe the opportunity simply came along, because one day she paid him back in kind. Néstor came home at an odd hour, without his car because it had broken down, and slipped in without making a sound. He opened the bedroom door and found Bea with company. He closed it discreetly, like someone apologizing for disturbing them, but she noticed and went out a while later to see how the mess was going to be sorted out.

—Looks like I caught you —she told him, without getting angry.

The other guy left with his tail between his legs, if ever there was one. And, far from breaking anything, that brought them together in a way I didn’t understand back then. Néstor himself told me, laughing, weeks later, like it was a funny anecdote.

During the time we didn’t see them, Lucía and I became good friends with Iván and Renata, a couple of stage actors who lived in our building. Lucía was fascinated that they were actors. She seemed comfortable with them, different, and when she looked at Iván there was an admiration in her eyes that I, in my naivety, attributed only to his talent onstage.

When Néstor invited us, I told him about our new friends and he said there was no problem bringing them. He insisted, though, on one curious detail: that we should come dressed however we wanted, that clothes made absolutely no difference. What he didn’t tell us was why it made no difference.

We understood when we arrived. Before Néstor even explained it to us, we saw two half-naked couples tangled up in the living room without the slightest attempt at discretion.

—It’s a swapping party —Néstor blurted out, glass in hand—. Bea likes fucking and so do I, so we decided to make it official. It’s not the first one we’ve been to, but it is the first one we’ve hosted. Wake up and find yourselves a couple you fancy. And if you don’t find anyone, I’ll be more than happy to hit on Lucía.

He said it looking at me, but all four of them heard it. Then he excused himself and disappeared down the hall after a woman named Carmen, Hugo’s wife, whom he’d been circling all night.

—Marcos, I don’t fancy this —Lucía said quietly, clutching my arm—. I don’t want to see you with someone else or do it myself, and least of all with Néstor.

—Relax, nobody’s going to force you into anything.

—I know, but Néstor is so pushy. Once he gets something in his head, he puts us in an awkward spot.

—Where have you brought us? —Iván asked, amused. Renata, shyer, just looked around with wide eyes.

—Let’s get some drinks and hole up in a room —I suggested.

***

We grabbed a bottle of rum, another half-finished bottle of whisky, ice, glasses, and a soft drink, and went upstairs until we found an empty bedroom. We settled on the double bed: Iván lying down, the rest of us seated. We drank and laughed for a good while at the party and everything we could hear.

Because there was a lot to hear. From every corner of the house came gasps, headboards banging, moans muffled by closed doors. We were in the middle of an orgy, sheltered but surrounded, and I’d be lying if I said that the noise of all that sex wasn’t slowly heating us up. Every so often someone opened the door, the music would suddenly swell, and someone naked or half-dressed would peek in to joke about how proper the four of us looked, dressed from head to toe.

—Who’s in here? —Two naked girls appeared, laughing—. If you don’t like your partners, let us know. Just kidding, girls.

—We’ll look for you, don’t doubt it —Iván answered, playing along. They shut the door laughing.

I moved over to Lucía, slid a hand between her legs over her jeans, and kissed her slowly, easing her back against the bed. Without realizing it, we split the mattress into two territories: Iván laid Renata down on his half, while I started undressing Lucía on ours. I wanted her, as always, but she wasn’t entirely with me. She gave me an occasional distracted kiss, her mind somewhere else.

I took off her bra and she made a quick gesture, covering her chest, reminding me that they could see us. Then she looked at the other couple and realized they were much further along: Renata was down to her thong. I saw where my girlfriend was looking, and it wasn’t at Renata. It was at Iván’s already hard cock.

She hesitated for an instant. Then she let her hands fall and let me kiss her breasts. I felt her slowly starting to heat up, while out of the corner of her eye she kept searching for the outline of Iván’s body. I kept undressing her until only my boxer shorts and her panties remained.

***

We heard Néstor’s voice in the hall, telling someone he was going to check whether we’d finally “woken up.” He started opening and closing doors as he came closer.

—He’s coming to see if he gets to fuck me —Lucía murmured.

—Move over there, so it looks like we’ve swapped partners —I said, joking. I motioned for her to switch places with Renata for a moment. She whispered it to her, and the two of them changed spots, laughing like kids.

—But behave yourselves —I warned.

—It’s Néstor, are you okay in there? Do you need help? —he said before opening the door. The music got louder when he stuck his head in.

What he saw was more than I had intended. Lucía was lying on top of Iván, nearly naked on top of his naked body, and Renata was curled up beside me. It was impossible that Iván wasn’t feeling my girlfriend’s breasts against his chest, and that she wasn’t feeling his cock brushing her belly. To top it all off, Lucía whispered something in Iván’s ear and kissed him on the lips, pretending, according to what she later told me, just to annoy Néstor by showing her ass as if by accident.

Iván played his part in his own way. He slipped his hands under her panties, caressed her ass, and pulled them down just enough for Néstor to get a good look. They laughed conspiratorially. And then something nobody had foreseen happened: Iván kissed her for real, no acting, his hands massaging her ass and his bare chest pressed against hers. It was impossible for that to happen without his erection being fully pressed against her. They were one step away from fucking in front of me.

—Well, I already knew that lovely ass —Néstor said, looking at Lucía—. That’s why I was hoping it was available. If you get tired of your actor friend, call me. —And he left, closing the door. The music died on the other side.

Iván was still caressing her, and I wouldn’t have ruled out that he’d already gone lower.

—You’ve gone way too far —I protested—. That groping is as unnecessary as the kissing, especially now that Néstor’s already gone.

—It felt more realistic —Iván replied, removing his hands from my girlfriend’s ass.

Here I have to say something about Lucía. We were both nudists, but she experienced it in a particular way: despite her shyness, every now and then she liked people seeing her body. She had a voyeuristic side. And that modesty only kicked in with certain people, almost always men, which for me was the unmistakable sign that that person attracted her in some way. I knew about her attraction to Iván. What I couldn’t imagine was how far she was willing to go.

—Marcos, I told you I didn’t want to swap —she said then, her voice husky—. But now I’m really comfortable. If you hadn’t pushed me on top of Iván... What I want most right now... is for him to put it in me a little. Would that bother you a lot?

As she spoke, she had slipped her hand between the two bodies and taken Iván’s cock. With the other hand she was touching herself, a sign of how aroused she was.

—I love you, Marcos —she went on—, but let’s do justice to the party. Renata, wouldn’t you like to do the same with Marcos? Iván, would that be okay with you?

I couldn’t believe what was happening. We had never fantasized about something like this. And yet, if I hadn’t been so naive, I would have seen from far away that Iván was not just admiration for the actor. That she suggested a swap instead of leaving with him seemed like her way of telling me she didn’t want to end things with me. But after all that groping, how could she not want to sleep with him? I thought it all at once, in a rush.

Lucía looked at me over Iván’s chest, took my hand, and guided it to one of Renata’s breasts. Renata let her. It seemed to me she expected from me a similar treatment to the one her boyfriend was giving mine, and I suspected it wasn’t the first time they’d allowed themselves something like this, from the naturalness with which she took everything.

—Don’t look at me, silly —Lucía said, smiling—. Enjoy yourself with Renata.

I slipped an arm under Renata and drew her toward me. I caressed her breast while looking into her eyes, making sure there was no resistance. Used to Lucía’s smaller body, Renata’s felt different and, without a doubt, very pleasant to me. Meanwhile, my girlfriend’s panties had disappeared and were hanging wet from the bedside lamp.

***

By a movement of Lucía’s body I knew the exact moment Iván’s cock went inside her. She let out a short sob. A shiver ran through me knowing another man was inside her. And, at the same time, I had never seen her so beautiful: desire gave her a flush in the cheeks and a glint in her eyes that made her utterly ravishing. It was the first time she had been with another man since we met, three years earlier.

—Ah, that feels so good... Marcos, I think I’m going to come, let me come.

The scene and that extra beauty pushed me too. I took Renata’s thong off and yanked my boxer shorts down in one tug, almost like a small revenge for the affront. But neither of us was lubricated enough and at first it was difficult. Renata was all patience: she didn’t complain, only a slight movement of withdrawal. So I decided to take it slower. I cupped her face carefully and kissed her, sweetly and for a long time, until her tongue came out to meet mine. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her sides, those corners I like so much, and I felt her beginning to loosen up and truly enjoy herself.

On the other side, Iván and Lucía finished almost at the same time, adding their moans to a house already full of them. A little quickly, to my taste. I tried not to listen and focused on Renata, who at that moment deserved my full attention much more than my own girlfriend.

We spent a good while caressing each other until Lucía spoke.

—If you want, we can go back to our own partners.

—No way. Enjoy yourselves a bit more —I answered—. Now I’m the one who needs his, if Renata wants it too.

I looked at her and she nodded with a smile. I went down to her sex and ran my tongue over her entire vulva, lingering on the clit, that soft, intimate part I like so much. She let out a moan and immediately started moving her hips, pushing my head with her hand. I don’t know what the others were doing; I think I heard the door open and close again, maybe Néstor again. Renata had a clean orgasm and, when she calmed down, she slipped her arms under me and pulled me in so I could penetrate her.

This time I went all the way in. I started slowly, setting a slow rhythm, until she sat up without breaking contact and ended up on top, riding me. That position left me a finger free to rub her clit, and after a while she came again, dragging me with her. I stayed quiet out of respect for Lucía and Iván, who didn’t deserve it all that much either; at most, I let out an occasional rough sound.

Renata lay down on top of me and we rested body against body. I looked at Lucía: she was wrapped around Iván, the two of them watching us.

—For not being too sure about the idea of swapping, you didn’t do badly at all —she said.

—Not badly at all —I replied, and kissed Renata on the mouth.

Lucía slipped a hand between our bodies and found me. A small tug told me she wanted to come back with me. Renata noticed, and the two of them swapped again. On the way, my girlfriend brushed one of Renata’s breasts.

—I was curious. They’re so pretty —she told her, and they smiled at each other.

Then she came under the shelter of my arms. I whispered in her ear:

—I liked it too. When Renata came, she moved her hips exactly the way that drives me crazy.

—I move my hips?

—Like crazy. And you moved them with Iván. If you want to do it again with him, I’ve got no problem with that.

—You’re a bit wicked —she answered in my ear, just as quietly—, but you have the right to be. We’ll see later. Iván has a very nice cock.

And, as if to prove it, she stretched out a hand and grabbed Iván’s, which he wasn’t expecting. I gave her a soft slap and the four of us laughed.