Threesome in the Cove by the Seafront Hotel

My name is Bruno, and for years I had fantasized about watching my wife with another man, but we had never taken it beyond some heated bedroom talk. She, Nadia, always laughed whenever I brought it up; sometimes she played along, and other times she told me to stop teasing her. The curious thing was that whenever the idea came up, we ended up fucking with a different intensity, as if the possibility set us on fire from the inside even though neither of us wanted to fully admit it.

That summer we escaped to the coast for a few days, before the peak season arrived. We chose a small hotel facing the sea, one of those places that seem peaceful on the outside and perfect for breaking out of your routine on the inside. The heat was already pressing down from the morning onward, and the beach had just enough people for you to feel accompanied without feeling watched. Or so we thought.

Nadia has the kind of body that doesn’t need exaggeration to attract attention. Brunette, narrow waist, small breasts, firm ass, skin tanned by the sun, and a way of walking that seems innocent until you realize she knows exactly what she’s causing. On the first day, after we had settled in, we went down to the sand and she decided to go topless because the area was quiet and she felt comfortable.

I was lying beside her when I saw the young man. He wasn’t a child or anything like that: he was clearly an adult, the sort of university student who already had a full beard, broad shoulders, and the arrogantly awkward manner of someone who still hadn’t learned how to hide it. He had come with an older couple I assumed were his parents, and from his towel he didn’t stop looking at Nadia for a single moment.

I told her when we went into the water.

—The guy under the blue umbrella has been fucking you with his eyes ever since you took your bikini top off —I murmured, leaning close to her ear.

She snorted, splashed me, and shook her head with a smile.

—You’re always seeing things.

—Watch him when you come out, then.

Nadia didn’t answer, but when we went back to the towel she walked more slowly, with her hips loose and her ass tightening the tiny scrap of her bikini bottom. You didn’t need to know her as well as I did to notice she had done it on purpose. The young man followed every step with such obvious intensity that it even turned me on.

That night we saw him in the hotel restaurant. Same guy, same gaze fixed on her whenever Nadia crossed her legs or leaned over her glass. We had dinner, went up to the room, and there was no long conversation: as soon as I closed the door, I pushed her against the wall and shoved my tongue into her until she moaned.

—Was what you said about the guy true? —she asked me, breathing faster as I pulled her dress down.

—Yes. And you loved it.

—Don’t be an idiot.

I moved the fabric aside, left her in her thong, and caressed the insides of her thighs. She was already wet. Not because I was psychic, but because I knew her, and because that mixture of modesty, exhibitionism, and desire undid her. I slipped my hand between her legs, pressed the fabric against her pussy, and she let out a short moan before biting my lip.

—You’re a terrible liar —I told her.

I laid her on the bed, moved her thong aside, and licked her pussy without holding back, opening her lips with my tongue until I felt her moving beneath my mouth. Nadia isn’t the sort who moans loudly at first; she squeezes her thighs, breathes deeply, and grabs my hair. Then, when she’s truly worked up, she starts asking me for more.

—Don’t stop... like that... fuck, like that —she said, spreading her legs wider.

I slipped two fingers inside her while I kept sucking her, feeling her tighten around my hand. Her body began taking on that pre-orgasmic tremor that drives me crazy, and when I made her come, she did it with her back arched and a long moan that disappeared into the pillow. Then I pulled out my cock and she grabbed it immediately, as if she had been waiting for it for some time.

—Do you think about him when you fuck me too? —I asked.

She looked at me with those half-closed, heated eyes and smiled crookedly.

—Right now I’m only thinking about you putting it in me.

I penetrated her with a hard thrust, without tenderness, and she received me wet and open, her nails digging into my shoulders. We fucked hard and fast, with the air still smelling of salt and sunscreen. Every time I drove deeper, her mouth opened and let out a hoarse moan that urged me on. I came inside the condom, panting over her while her hand caressed the back of my neck.

The next day we ran into the same guy at breakfast and again on the beach. This time Nadia was wearing a black thong bikini, and within a few minutes the top had ended up in her bag. He looked at her again without trying to hide it. It was no longer simple curiosity; it was hunger. And she, although she pretended indifference, shifted herself on the towel, stretched her arms over her head, and lifted her breasts as if she wanted to give him better angles.

That night there was a game on at the hotel bar, and he ended up sitting with us. His name was Marcos. I invited him over with some casual excuse, and Nadia shot me that look combining reproach and curiosity that only she can manage. The fact was that the guy fit in quickly. He spoke well, had nerve, was clearly turned on by the situation, and was trying not to screw it up.

He told us he was finishing his degree, that he had come for a few days with his parents, and that he was dying of boredom. Nadia kept the conversation going naturally, but I could see the hidden game: her crossing and uncrossing her legs, him shifting his gaze from the match to the loose neckline of her dress, and me feeding a fantasy that had already stopped being abstract.

That night, when we returned to the room, Nadia didn’t need me to drag the words out of her.

—The guy’s hot —she said while taking off her earrings in front of the mirror.

I came up behind her and kissed her neck.

—And you’ve been teasing him for two days.

—You’ve been putting him in front of me for two days.

I lowered the zipper of her dress and it fell to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I bit one nipple, then the other, and she threw her head back while slipping her hand into my pants. That time we fucked while talking about him without naming him too much, as if simply admitting it turned us on even more. When she came on my cock, she hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear:

—If you keep pushing, one day you’re going to make it happen.

I didn’t sleep, thinking about that.

***

The next morning at breakfast, Marcos mentioned that his parents would be staying by the hotel pool and that he preferred the beach. Before thinking it through too much, I suggested he come with us to a nearby cove. Nadia looked at me immediately, surprised, but she didn’t say no. That silence of hers was more eloquent than any permission.

The cove was only a few minutes away by car. Rocks on either side, enough sand for three towels, clear water, and almost no one around. A perfect place to sunbathe... or to stop sunbathing and do something else. We went down with a cooler, drinks, and a tension that had traveled with us from the hotel.

Nadia took off her dress and was left in a thong with the bikini top barely held in place. Marcos tried to behave himself, but it was impossible for him not to look at her ass every time she moved. I watched the two of them while opening a few beers, enjoying a mixture of control and loss of control that was driving me crazy.

When Nadia got up to go into the water, I said loudly:

—I love watching you walk like that.

She turned her head and answered with half a smile.

—You and the audience.

Marcos laughed. He wasn’t so shy anymore.

All three of us went into the water. The splashing began, the supposedly accidental brushes, the hands lingering a second too long over a hip, a waist, a thigh. I watched him touch her and didn’t feel jealous; I felt my cock getting harder and harder. Nadia noticed it too. You could see it in the way she held his gaze.

I got out of the water first and lay down on the towel with a beer. From there I watched them play. Marcos moved too close to her; Nadia didn’t pull away. On the contrary, she let him chase her, turned her body, dove under the water, and came back up pressed against him. It was such an outrageous scene that my erection almost hurt.

When she finally came back, her thong was crooked and her nipples were hard from the cold water.

—Your little friend is completely unleashed —she said, sitting beside me.

—And you love it.

Nadia didn’t deny anything. She simply watched Marcos come out of the sea. That was when it became obvious how aroused he was. His bathing suit outlined a large erection, impossible to hide, and Nadia’s expression changed. It was no longer just a game: it was pure, direct, carnal interest.

—Fuck —I murmured—. It really shows.

—I can see that —she replied without taking her eyes off him.

When he reached the towels, I offered him a beer and decided to break through the barrier completely.

—Now I understand why you didn’t want to come out of the water.

Marcos looked down and laughed shyly, but Nadia finished him off before he could invent an excuse.

—With that, I wouldn’t be in much of a hurry to hide it either.

He looked at her in surprise. I saw the exact moment he understood that this wasn’t a one-sided fantasy. Nadia lay on her back, once again leaving her breasts bare, and the atmosphere thickened all at once.

A little more time passed. Sun. Beer. Charged silences. Finally Nadia said she was going to take another swim. I was about to answer with some nonsense when Marcos spoke with a naturalness that left us speechless.

—Go in without your bikini. There’s no one here.

The three of us went still for a second. Nadia looked at me. I looked at her. There was no need to discuss anything; we both knew we had reached exactly the point we had talked about so many times in bed.

—Only if you two go in as well —she said.

—Works for me —Marcos replied immediately.

He pulled down his bathing suit without posing or theatrics, as if accepting a challenge. His cock sprang free, thick and completely hard, and Nadia stared at it without shame. So did I. It was a good cock, there was no doubt about that. He walked naked toward the water and turned around halfway there.

—What’s wrong? Are you backing out now?

Nadia let out a nervous laugh, stood up, and first removed the top of her bikini. Then she slipped the thong down her legs and left it on the towel. She stood naked in front of us and the sea, with a shaved pussy, taut nipples, and an expression halfway between lust and defiance. I came inside just from seeing her like that.

I got undressed afterward, my cock hard and throbbing against my stomach.

We went into the water slowly. When we reached Marcos, we didn’t wait long. He placed one hand on Nadia’s waist as if asking permission without speaking. She didn’t move away. Then he kissed her. A clumsy kiss at first, hot almost immediately, with tongues, with two days’ worth of pent-up hunger bursting out all at once.

I was less than an arm’s length away when she moaned into his mouth. Watching my wife kiss another adult man in front of me, naked and wet, with the sea striking our hips, drove me out of my mind. I moved in behind her, grabbed her tits, and began kissing her neck while Marcos kept devouring her mouth.

—Fuck... —Nadia murmured—. Yes... like that...

My hands moved down to her pussy. She was wet, slippery, open. I slipped two fingers inside her, and she spread her legs farther in the water. Marcos took advantage of it by lowering his head and kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples one after the other while I masturbated her from behind. Nadia panted, alternating kisses with him and moans for me, trapped between us and surrendering more and more.

—I want to see you touch her properly —I told Marcos.

He nodded, knelt where the water barely covered his waist, and brought his mouth to Nadia’s pussy. She let out an outrageous moan when his tongue brushed her clitoris. I kept holding her hips, opening her wider, watching this guy whom we had only known by sight two days earlier eat my wife’s pussy with filthy, eager, almost savage devotion.

—Don’t fucking stop... you’re so good at that... —Nadia gasped, squeezing my forearm.

Marcos sucked and licked without shyness, pushing his tongue deep, alternating with his fingers against her entrance. Nadia trembled. I masturbated behind her, watching her come in another man’s mouth. When she exploded, she closed her thighs around his head and threw her head back against my shoulder.

We got her out of the water and dragged her almost all the way to the towels, because none of us was willing to wait any longer. Nadia fell onto her back on one of them, still panting, and immediately spread her legs.

—Fuck me already —she ordered in a broken voice—. Don’t make me wait any longer.

Marcos positioned himself between her thighs and ran the tip of his cock over her pussy, getting her even wetter. She looked at it with a mixture of nerves and pure desire.

—Put it in —she said.

He began easing it in slowly because its size was imposing, but Nadia soon grabbed him by the waist and pulled him toward her.

—All of it. Fuck, all of it.

He drove all the way inside her and Nadia screamed. A real, hoarse scream, nothing faked. I knelt beside her and offered her my cock. She grabbed it immediately and began sucking me while Marcos thrust into her. The image was exactly the fantasy that had haunted me for years: my wife spread-legged in an almost empty cove, swallowing my cock while another man fucked her.

Marcos had stamina, but above all he was hungry. He fucked her hard, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in with sharp thrusts that made their hips smack together. Nadia drooled around my cock and moaned every time he found the rhythm that shook her most.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop... —she said, letting go of me to catch her breath—. Fuck, you’re putting it in so well.

I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it while he kept drilling her. Then I moved behind her head so she could alternate between sucking me and kissing my stomach whenever she was too dazed for more. Her pussy sounded wet with every thrust, open and hungry, and seeing her like that pushed me to the edge.

—I want to taste your mouth while he fucks you —I told her.

Nadia turned onto all fours without a word. Marcos positioned himself behind her and penetrated her again in that position, even deeper, gripping her waist. I moved in front of her, and she sucked me with obscene dedication, raising her eyes to look at me while receiving the other man’s thrusts. The sight of her ass bouncing against Marcos’s pelvis, her mouth full of my cock, and her moans muffled by the blowjob nearly made me lose my mind.

—You like it, you little slut —I told her, grabbing her hair in a makeshift ponytail.

She released my cock only to answer:

—I love it... I love you both fucking me.

The confession shattered whatever restraint remained. Marcos began fucking her harder, one hand on her hip and the other moving down to rub her clitoris. Nadia shuddered all over. I put my cock back in her mouth, and this time I came, pumping deep into her. She swallowed what she could and let the rest run down her chin, moaning at the same time because she was still being fucked without pause.

She wiped herself with the back of her hand, looked at me with a wrecked smile, and said:

—It’s not over.

We lay her on her back again. I spread her legs and began licking her clitoris while Marcos continued penetrating her. I wanted to feel in my mouth how she grew harder, more sensitive, closer to the edge. He was pounding her while I sucked exactly where she trembled most. Nadia came again before long, this time screaming, squeezing her thighs against my head while Marcos kept fucking her until he was at the limit too.

—I’m going to come —he warned, almost voiceless.

Nadia looked at him with brutal clarity.

—Do it outside. I want to watch.

He pulled out of her with difficulty and masturbated himself only a couple of times before coming across her stomach and breasts, his whole body shaking. Nadia watched his cum fall onto her skin with blatant lust. Then she ran two fingers over her belly, gathered some of it, and put them in her mouth. I thought I was going to explode again just from watching her do that.

The three of us lay panting beneath the sun, naked and dirty with salt, sweat, and semen. Nadia closed her eyes for a few seconds, catching her breath, and then slowly sat up.

—Now I really need that beer —she said, and all three of us burst out laughing.

The tension didn’t disappear afterward. If anything, it changed form. More relaxed, more dangerous. We ate late at a secluded beach bar, dressed again, but with that obscene intimacy born of having already seen each other everything. Every brush of Nadia’s body beneath the table, every look from Marcos, every silence between us carried what had happened in the cove and the unspoken question of whether it would end there.

It didn’t end there.

That night, when we returned to the hotel, Nadia asked me not to close the balcony door yet. She leaned naked against the railing, the room’s warm light outlining her body, and whispered in my ear:

—Invite him upstairs. I want it again.

And I, with my cock already waking up again, knew that our vacation had barely begun.