Threesome and Swinging with Our Neighbors

The next morning we woke up late, our bodies still heavy from the wine and everything that had been hanging in the air the night before. We had breakfast on the apartment terrace, looking out at the sea, relaxed, as if nothing had changed, though we both knew it had. We hadn’t heard from our neighbors, and my wife checked her phone a couple of times before leaving it facedown on the table.

“She’s not answering,” Inés told me, barely pursing her lips. “Let’s go to the beach for a while.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

We went to the cove right next to the building. It was a weekday and there weren’t many people there, just a couple of scattered umbrellas and the soft sound of the water. We spread out our towels near a woman who was sitting alone, looking at her phone, still wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts over her bikini.

“Shall we set up here, darling?” Inés asked.

“Yes, this is fine. I’ll get the umbrella out.”

“Leave it. We won’t be here long enough. I want to get a tan. Give me some lotion.”

She took off her T-shirt with the confidence that always disarmed me, then undid the top of her red bikini. She adjusted the bottom just enough to cover herself, leaving half her ass bare. I knelt behind her and began spreading lotion over her back, shoulders, and waist, lingering longer than necessary whenever my hands passed along the sides of her tits.

“Don’t play innocent,” she murmured, smiling without opening her eyes.

“I’m just being thorough.”

While I finished rubbing lotion into her legs, I glanced at the woman on the neighboring towel. She was still on her phone, laughing to herself, until she finally stood up. She was about our age, perhaps a little younger, with deeply tanned skin, a firm ass, and large tits that almost spilled out of the top of her black bikini. She took off her T-shirt, then her bikini top, and stood bare from the waist up with shameless naturalness.

She had no tan line on her chest. Her dark nipples stood out against her bronzed skin, and the way her tits moved as she walked made me swallow hard. She looked around, saw that we were practically the only people nearby, and approached with a bottle of oil in her hand.

“Excuse me, could you help me with my back? I can’t reach properly.”

“Of course,” I replied, getting to my feet. “No problem.”

She turned her back to me and handed me the bottle. Her skin gleamed in the sunlight. I started at her shoulders and slowly worked my way down, feeling the hot softness of her back, the line of her waist, the beginning of her ass where the thong disappeared. She sighed faintly.

“Spread it properly, please. Otherwise I’ll have a tan line later.”

“Sure, don’t worry.”

She returned to her towel two minutes later. When I sat down, Inés was looking at me over her dark glasses with a crooked smile.

“Well, look at you, Casanova.”

“I only put some oil on her.”

“Yes, I saw how much you suffered doing it.”

We laughed. Just then, her phone rang. It was Darío, the neighbor from the apartment next door, whom we had met the night before along with his wife and another couple of friends. Inés began texting him while I opened the cooler.

“He says their morning got complicated, but they’ll come by later,” she told me. “The restaurant is full tonight, so I told them we’d better have dinner here, something easy, and go out tomorrow.”

“I love the plan.”

We spent the morning in the sun, turning over every so often, drinking tinto de verano and eating the sandwiches we had brought. On the way back to the apartment, Inés gave me an amused look as we climbed the stairs.

“You never stopped looking at the woman on the beach.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No. I’m just saying your eyes work very hard whenever there are tits around.”

“And you talk a lot when you’re thinking about something else.”

“Eyes for me,” she said, biting her lip, “but we’ll see who gets the cock.”

Darío and his wife, Vera, were already in the pool, along with another couple: Mauro and Elisa. We greeted one another amid laughter, with that quick familiarity that sometimes develops when desire has already been hinted at before anyone admits it. We got into the water, reminisced about silly things from the night before, drank a little more, and the conversation became increasingly uninhibited.

I saw that it was getting late and wanted to go upstairs to tidy the house.

“Come on, Inés, we need to get everything decent.”

She was sitting on the edge of the pool, much too close to Darío.

“You go, love. He says he brought me a mug from his company, and I’ll come up now.”

The excuse was terrible. We both knew it. Even so, I got up, took a quick shower, and went into the apartment. I cleaned the living room, washed the dishes, swept, and tidied the bedrooms. I laid out Inés’s clothes for the evening: a soft strappy blouse, tight shorts, and a new lingerie set I had never seen her wear.

When I was already under the shower in the large bathroom, I heard the door open and her voice looking for me.

“Love? Where are you?”

“Here.”

She came in a minute later and stepped into the shower with me without saying anything else. She was naked. Not playfully aroused, but in need of contact. She hugged me tightly beneath the running water and rested her face against my neck.

“What happened?” I asked, stroking her back. “Everything all right?”

“Yes. Yes, everything’s fine. But don’t leave me alone again.”

“Did you have a good time?”

She lifted her head. Her eyes were bright and her tits slightly flushed. She lowered her gaze to my cock, which was already beginning to harden, and wrapped her soapy hand around it, slowly stroking up and down.

“I had a very good time,” she whispered. “Too good. But when I came, I looked for you with my face and you weren’t there. It doesn’t feel the same without you.”

“Tell me from the beginning.”

She smiled faintly, noticing how hard I was getting between her fingers.

“Do you want every detail?”

“Every detail.”

Inés kept jerking me off while she whispered in my ear. Her voice blended with the water and her breathing, and every word made me hotter.

“We went into his place and he didn’t even shut the door properly. He pushed me against the wall and told me all the filthy things that had been building up since last night. That he wanted to suck my tits, that I had an ass made to be fucked, that he’d spent all morning thinking about putting his hands on me. He tore off my bikini top and started sucking my nipples like an animal. Hard. Without any tenderness. As if he was genuinely hungry for me.”

I grabbed her waist. My cock was stiff now and slick with soap. She noticed and squeezed harder.

“Go on.”

“I rubbed his cock through his trunks and it was rock-hard. He grabbed me by the neck, just the way you know I like, kissed it, squeezed it a little, and pushed my head down. When I pulled it out, I almost laughed at the size. Thick, hard, with a swollen tip. He put it in my mouth without giving me time to think, and I had to open wide to swallow it.”

“Fuck.”

“He fucked my mouth for a while. Not violently enough to hurt me, but with plenty of hunger. I held his hips and let him push it in as far as I could take it. Saliva ran down my chin and he told me, ‘That’s it, slut, that’s how I wanted to see you.’ And I got wetter and wetter.”

Her hand moved down to my balls and then back up. I felt her fingers on my ass, circling my hole with a soapy fingertip.

“Then he sat me on the kitchen table. He spread my legs and shoved two fingers into my pussy at once. I was drenched. He pulled them out, rubbed my clit, and put them back in while he sucked one tit and pinched the other. It didn’t take me long to come the first time. My legs shook on top of the table.”

“Put a finger in me,” I begged, panting.

She did it at once. Her finger entered my ass slowly, stroking inside while her other hand continued jerking me off.

“Then he got me off the table, put me on all fours, and fucked me from behind, hard, all the way inside my pussy. I was braced on my hands, with him driving his hips into me, and between thrusts he would put a finger in my ass. I almost came again right then. He was opening me from behind with his finger and fucking me in front, without letting me catch my breath.”

“Do that to me,” I murmured.

Inés smiled wickedly and inserted a second finger. I let out a hoarse moan and pressed my forehead against the wet wall.

“We came almost together. After pulling out, he filled my mouth and made me swallow. Then we went upstairs to the bedroom. He told me he was going to give me a massage, but you know how those massages end.”

Her voice grew lower and hotter.

“He lay me facedown on the bed, put a towel beneath me, and raised my ass with a pillow. He covered me in oil. First my back, then my ass cheeks, then between my legs. He had one finger in my ass and the other hand on my clit. I was open, trembling, begging him for more. Then he pressed the tip against my ass. Just the tip, but the pressure was so intense that I tensed immediately.”

“Did he put it in?”

“He tried. It went in a little, several times, but I told him it hurt. I wasn’t ready. So he went back to my pussy and fucked me like a bastard. Hard, really hard. I grabbed the headboard because he was banging it against the wall. I came in squirts. I felt him fill me again, and that was when I realized I wanted to be with you. I got dressed and came here.”

She was panting as she told me, and I was already on the edge. I turned her against the wall, knelt beneath the water, and swallowed her cock with an eagerness that emptied my head. She sucked me all the way, saliva and soap mingling, running her tongue up my shaft and tightening her mouth around the tip. Her fingers were still inside my ass, moving exactly as they needed to.

“Come in my mouth,” she murmured, pulling off for a second to say it. “I want to feel it.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came with a growl, tightening my fingers in her hair. She swallowed almost everything, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and stood up to kiss me with my own taste on her lips.

“Next time,” she said, “don’t leave me alone.”

“Next time I won’t take my eyes off you.”

***

The others arrived a while later. Mauro and Elisa came first with a bottle of liquor and the smile of people already prepared to cross a line. Inés looked spectacular, her thin blouse clinging to her tits and her shorts outlining her ass. Vera wore a low-cut top, and Darío had on a tight T-shirt that seemed designed to show him off.

We ordered pizzas, brought out glasses, snacked on chips, and kept drinking. The heat in the apartment rose along with the alcohol. No one directly mentioned what had happened that afternoon, but it was in the air. You could see it in the looks, in the way Mauro couldn’t take his eyes off Inés’s cleavage, in the way Elisa brushed my knee under the table whenever she could, in the way Darío smiled at me and then looked at my wife.

After several shots, I brought out the game we had bought that morning at a shop on the promenade.

“It’s like a board game, but perverted,” I announced. “Each square has a challenge. If you don’t want to do it, you drink.”

“That sounds dangerous,” Elisa said, laughing.

“That’s why it’s fun,” Inés replied.

We started amid jokes. At first the challenges were harmless: taking off an item of clothing, kissing whoever was sitting beside you, letting someone touch you over your clothes. But the game moved quickly, and with it our embarrassment gradually dissolved.

My challenge was to end up shirtless. Vera and Elisa applauded as if I were putting on a show. Then Inés had to kiss the person on her left, and she gave Mauro a brief kiss, though her gesture carried more intent than the contact lasted. Mauro had to touch the crotch of the person on his right.

My wife spread her legs slightly, defiantly, and Mauro ran his hand over her shorts, squeezing exactly where her pussy was. Inés breathed out through her nose, looking straight at me while he rubbed her. I felt the direct tug in my cock.

Then Elisa had to touch the chest of the person on her left—that was me. She came up behind me, massaged my pecs, and slowly licked my ear, making it clear that the game was no longer just a game. When she returned to her seat, she gave me a wet look that no longer hid anything.

Later, I had to touch the chest of the person on my left. Vera lifted her blouse without hesitation and bared her tits. Elisa pretended to protest jealously and said that if I touched, I had to touch both. I ended up with one tit in each hand, feeling the weight, the hard nipples, the heat of two different bodies. My cock was throbbing, fully erect.

The clothes kept coming off. Darío, who was gaining ground on the board, drew the challenge of completely undressing anyone he wanted. We all thought he would choose Inés or Vera, but he pointed at Mauro. Amid laughter, he stripped him naked in the middle of the living room. Mauro performed a ridiculous yet effective striptease and ended up sitting in a chair with his half-erect cock hanging between his legs.

Inés’s turn returned the favor. She chose me to undress. I didn’t put on a show. I took off my pants, then my boxers, and my cock emerged hard and heavy, its tip gleaming. Elisa stared at it without the slightest attempt at discretion. Inés looked at it too, but more than looking at it, she watched Elisa looking at it. That exchange excited her.

“What a treat,” Elisa murmured, barely brushing me with her cold fingers.

The next challenge went to Mauro: massaging the breasts of anyone he chose. He picked Inés without hesitation. She stood up, lifted her blouse, and revealed the new set: a dark lace bra barely containing her full tits. Mauro moved behind her, squeezed them with both hands, and began kneading them through the fabric while she arched her back.

“Take that off already,” Vera said, flushed from the drinks.

Inés unclasped her bra and let it fall. Her nipples were hard. Mauro lowered his head and gave one a long lick, then the other, finally biting them hungrily. My wife let out an open moan that made me clench my teeth.

“That’s it,” she said. “Don’t be shy.”

The living room fell silent for a few seconds. No one was pretending anymore that this was innocent.

Elisa’s challenge was to lick any part of the body she wanted belonging to the person on her left. Me. She made me stand in front of her. She knelt slowly, gripped my cock at the base, and ran her tongue from my balls to the tip, looking up so I could watch her. Then she swallowed me. Not all the way, because she couldn’t, but as far as her throat allowed, again and again, with wet sounds, holding my ass to pull me closer.

“Fuck,” I said, closing my eyes for a moment.

“That’s what you get for looking at everyone,” Inés said, though she was touching herself inside her shorts as she spoke.

When my turn came, the challenge was to slap the ass of the person on my right. Elisa took off the short romper she was wearing underneath and was left in a thong. She leaned over the table, ass raised, tanned, her hands buried between her tits and squeezing them. I gave her the first slap, and her whole body moved.

“Harder,” she demanded.

The second slap cracked sharply. The third left a red mark. She moaned without holding back, rubbing her thighs. Darío then proposed a new rule.

“The first person to reach the end gets to order whatever challenge they want for whoever they want. And that challenge can’t be refused.”

No one thought it was a bad idea.

Vera had to masturbate for two minutes. She lowered her pants, spread her legs on the sofa, and began rubbing her pussy through her panties until they were soaked, then pulled them aside and continued with two fingers on her clit. She moaned softly, biting her lip. Darío, aroused by watching her, got the same challenge on his turn and began jerking off while standing in front of everyone. His cock was thick and very hard, and he moved it slowly, enjoying the way we watched him.

He went first to kiss his wife. Then he went to Inés, who barely licked his tip, like a provocation. Mauro let out a nervous laugh; Elisa couldn’t take her eyes off my cock. The tension had already destroyed the last trace of normality.

When Inés had to masturbate anyone she wanted, she chose Mauro. She knelt in front of him, completely naked, fondled his balls, and began sliding her hand decisively up and down his cock. Barely a minute later, Mauro came with a muffled groan, shooting across his own stomach and part of my wife’s hand. We all burst into laughter and applause.

“That was incredibly fast,” Vera said.

“Your friend has sinful hands,” Mauro replied, red-faced but delighted.

Elisa was the first to reach the end. She stood there, drunk on heat and arousal, and smiled with a mixture of malice and defiance.

“I want to ride whoever I choose,” she said. “Or have them ride me, but I get to decide.”

She pointed at me.

Inés didn’t say no. On the contrary. She stood up, took off her shorts and panties, and began stroking her clit in front of everyone. That sight drove me completely crazy. Elisa took off her thong, came toward me, and pushed me down onto the sofa.

“Don’t come until I say so,” she ordered.

She grabbed my cock, positioned it at the entrance to her pussy, and slowly lowered herself. She was dripping wet. The first contact was hot and tight, a wet embrace that made me gasp. When I was fully inside her, she closed her eyes and placed her hands on my chest.

“Fuck… yes… like that.”

She began riding me with her back turned, rising and lowering herself at a fierce rhythm. I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into the flesh of her ass, and she moved on her own, confidently, making my cock slide all the way in and out. Every downward stroke was deep; every upward movement left the tip at the edge before she swallowed me completely again.

Inés continued touching herself beside us, her tits bouncing as she pushed two fingers into her pussy. Darío was jerking off again. Vera sucked his cock from time to time, and Mauro, recovered now, had knelt behind my wife to eat her pussy while she opened herself with her fingers.

The scene overwhelmed me. Elisa leaned forward, bracing one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on my thigh, and began fucking me harder. I could see her ass rising and falling, the lips of her pussy opening and closing around my cock, the wet smack of every thrust. She moaned loudly without shame, and every time she rocked backward, her ass brushed my pubic bone before she impaled herself again.

“Look at me,” Inés said from beside us, her voice breaking.

I did. Her face was contorted with pleasure. Mauro was burying his tongue between her lips, and she came over his mouth, trembling, without stopping her gaze from me as I was ridden by another woman. The crossing of those images tightened my entire body.

Elisa turned around without pulling me out and began riding me face-to-face, her tits swaying in front of my face. I grabbed one and put it in my mouth. She held the back of my neck, forcing me to suck her nipple while she continued impaling herself on my cock.

“That’s it… fuck me like that… don’t stop…”

I could no longer stay still. I lifted her ass with my hands and began thrusting up from below, setting the rhythm. The sofa creaked. She bounced on me, moaning louder. Inés, her legs spread completely, pushed Mauro aside and staggered over to us.

“I want to kiss her while you fuck her,” she said.

She leaned over Elisa, and they kissed hungrily, tongues mingling, saliva falling, while I kept penetrating one woman and watched the other touch herself. Then Inés slipped a hand between Elisa’s legs and rubbed her clit exactly where my pubic bone was striking her. Elisa nearly screamed.

“I’m going to come… fuck… I’m going to come…”

She came on top of me, squeezing my cock with hot spasms, shaking from head to toe. But she didn’t get off. She kept moving, more slowly, milking me, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gripped her waist and came inside her in a long burst, burying myself to the hilt while she threw her head back.

I felt my whole body go slack. Elisa remained seated on me for a few seconds, breathing in great gulps. When she finally stood, my cock slid out slick and glistening. Inés watched and brought two fingers to her mouth with an obscene smile.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said.

She knelt in front of me before I could answer. She sucked my cock, mixing my cum with the remnants of Elisa’s pussy, slowly cleaning me with obvious pleasure while looking up at me. Nearby, Vera was already on all fours on the rug, with Darío penetrating her from behind and holding her hair. Mauro was jerking off while watching them and watching us, unable to decide where to look.

When Inés finished sucking me, she stood up, kissed me on the mouth, and led me by the hand to the center of the living room.

“I promised you that next time it wouldn’t be without you,” she said. “So watch me closely.”

She made me sit in the chair while she reclined across the table, spreading her legs. Darío left Vera for a moment and came straight toward Inés, aroused, his cock hard and gleaming. I saw her nod. He positioned himself between her thighs and slowly pushed inside her, all the way, his eyes fixed on mine.

My wife moaned without looking away from me. I was jerking off again despite the exertion of a few minutes earlier, driven more by the force of the kink than by physical stamina. Darío began thrusting into her rhythmically, and she threw her head back, exposing her neck, allowing herself to be fucked open on the table while I watched him disappear inside her pussy again and again.

“That’s it,” she panted. “Like that—but let him watch me. Don’t stop looking at me.”

I didn’t stop looking. I watched her come again, squeezing her thighs, drenched, gripping the edge of the table. I watched her bite her fist to keep from screaming too loudly when he sped up. And I watched her smile at me afterward, satisfied, obscene, filled with a new confidence.

The night ended in disarray, with exhausted bodies, empty glasses, and a thick silence after the trembling. No one made any grand speeches. Vera led Darío away by the hand, still laughing; Mauro and Elisa left jokingly arguing about who had enjoyed it more. When I closed the door, Inés was already leaning against the hallway wall, still naked from the waist down.

“Come here,” she said. “I’m not going to sleep like this.”

I took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I spread her legs wider and put my tongue into her pussy, still sensitive, still swollen, tasting everything that had happened that night. She grabbed my hair and writhed.

“Not slowly,” she moaned. “After all that, fuck me properly.”

I climbed on top of her, lined myself up with her soaked entrance, and drove into her in a single thrust. We both let out our breath at the same time. There was no game now, no spectators, no provocation for anyone else. Just the two of us, sweaty, exhausted, and still hot. I fucked her for a long time, changing my rhythm, listening to the way her body continued responding to every thrust despite the fatigue.

When she got onto all fours, I spread her ass cheeks and ran saliva over her hole before pushing in a finger. She pushed back, asking for it. I penetrated her pussy while moving my finger inside her ass and rubbing her clit with my thumb. She came with a muffled moan, burying her face in the pillow.

I came afterward, emptying myself inside her once more, slowly and exhausted, my forehead pressed against her back. We stayed like that for a while, breathing together.

“Now that’s it,” she whispered. “That’s how it had to end.”

I held her around the waist, still inside her, and smiled against her skin.

“Next time,” I told her, “I won’t miss a single second.”

“Next time,” she replied, “neither will I.”