We Shared the Tent with Another Couple That Night

We’re a young couple from the coast. We’ve known each other since high school, and we’d been together for six years when all this happened. Carla was twenty-five back then: a playful look in her eyes, a thick dark mane falling halfway down her back, firm breasts, and a round ass that kept driving me crazy even after all that time. I was twenty-nine, tall, lean from so much running, with short hair. We never argued, we made plans together, and the sex between us was still good — the kind that leaves a mark.

That same autumn we were going to take the big step and move in together. At last we’d leave behind badly parked cars, lover’s hotels, and our parents’ spare rooms, where you had to fuck in silence and pray no one came upstairs. We were thrilled at the idea of having a place of our own.

It was August, a suffocating month, and we decided to get away for a weekend with a group of friends to some small islands off the coast. There were eight of us in all: five guys and three girls, counting us. Instead of paying for a hotel, we chose to camp; it was cheaper and felt like a bit of an adventure.

One of the guys was in charge of the tents, because his family owned a mountaineering gear shop. The surprise came when we arrived: he’d only brought two, though they were huge. We split into groups of four. Carla and I were put with the only other couple in the group. At first I wasn’t too happy about it, because I wasn’t as close to them as I was to the two lifelong friends who would be sleeping in the other tent.

Marina was twenty-seven and got on very well with Carla; that was the only reason the arrangement made any sense. Diego, her boyfriend that summer, was twenty-two and we barely knew him: we’d seen him a couple of times at some party or other. He was shy, quiet, one of those who keep a little apart from the group, I don’t know if because of the age difference or just his nature.

We set up the tents and went down to the beach. The day passed completely normally: football on the sand, swims, paddles, lukewarm beers. We ate burgers before heading off to sleep. That first night, inside the tent, we talked for a while with the other couple. Alone with us, Diego loosened up a lot more; he laughed, told stories, seemed like a different person. Fair enough, I suppose.

On Saturday we got up early to do a hiking route across the island. The sun was beating down hard and the shade from the pines didn’t help much. When we found a hidden cove, we didn’t hesitate and went into the water. The three girls took off their tops and the mood immediately livened up. It drove me crazy watching my friends try to hide their looks at Carla’s tits, as she strutted around in a tiny bikini, leaving very little to the imagination.

I have to admit something: I was more turned on by my friends looking at my girlfriend than by me looking at theirs. Back then I’d sometimes watch swinger porn: exchanges, threesomes, couples sharing each other. More than once I’d jerked off imagining Carla with another guy. I found it hard to accept, and after I came I’d be left with a weird feeling, almost shame. But that Saturday in the cove, the idea gave me a different kind of heat.

Tonight I’m going to have new material for my head, I thought.

We went back to the camping area, had dinner, and sat down on a secluded path to play cards and truth-or-dare. All very innocent, a few dirty jokes, good vibes. When it got late we went to sleep. The night was still hot. Diego and I stayed down to our swim trunks; Carla wore a T-shirt with her bikini underneath, and Marina stayed in a full bikini.

After such a horny day, I put my arms around Carla and started kissing her neck. I was hard and she noticed right away. She kissed me back. We were a little embarrassed, but on the other side of the tent our neighbors were hugging too, kissing in the dim light.

The minutes passed and things heated up. Only the sound of our kisses broke the silence. I ran my hand down her ass until I reached between her legs, and Carla stopped me. Shy, she gave me a conspiratorial look, as if to say, “they’re there.” I lifted my head to look and saw Marina already had her hand inside Diego’s trunks. I told Carla, and she turned to check.

They noticed us looking and laughed. So did we. Marina broke the ice.

—We’re really turned on —she said without a shred of modesty.

—Us too —I replied.

—I don’t know if you feel awkward or embarrassed, but we can keep going and fuck anyway. It’s kind of hot —she added, as if she were suggesting the most normal plan in the world.

It was obvious it wasn’t the first time she’d had sex in front of someone. I looked at Carla, who made a face like, “well, I don’t know, I guess.” I squeezed her hand.

—No problem for us —I said.

All four of us laughed, nervous, and went back to what we were doing.

To give you an idea of how we were laid out: from left to right, me, Carla, Diego, and Marina. We were hugging, her back turned to them; they were lying on their backs, him, and on her side, her. We carried on kissing and touching for a while until, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marina giving Diego a handjob. That pushed me on. I lowered my hand again to Carla’s sex.

A little nervous, she wanted to change position, and now I was the one with my back to them. I suppose she did it so they wouldn’t see what my fingers were doing. But that move backfired: now she was facing the other couple. While I stroked her clit and slid my fingers in slowly, Carla didn’t take her eyes off Diego, who was completely exposed. I realized it and, rather than bother me, it turned me on even more. I kissed her neck so she could look without feeling watched by me.

After a while, Carla pulled my trunks down, pushed me onto my back, and left my cock out in the open, already fully hard. I looked over the other way: Marina was sucking Diego off. Carla did the same to me. She went down slowly, took me all the way into her mouth, and stared straight into my eyes. A shiver ran through me from head to toe. I had never felt such a filthy thrill before, getting a blowjob while another couple was doing exactly the same a foot away.

I was so turned on that if it kept going like that, I was going to come too soon. I laid her down, pulled her T-shirt off, and took off the bottom of her bikini. I got on top of her, kissing her lips and neck, grinding our bodies together. I went down to her breasts, licked her nipples, and kept going to her pussy. I started with my tongue on her clit and my fingers working carefully. She bit her lips and stroked her own breasts. I focused on her, forgetting for a moment that we weren’t alone.

Every now and then I looked up to watch her, and I noticed she didn’t miss a thing the other couple was doing. I turned my head: they were sitting up, fucking. Without thinking, I sat up and slid into Carla, who was soaking wet.

***

The minutes kept passing amid whispers, bodies colliding, and muffled sighs. At one point the two guys ended up on their backs and the girls on top, riding us. We stroked their asses while exchanging knowing looks between the two couples. Even though the tent was big, we were very close together. Then Marina, without stopping her movement, grabbed Carla by the nape and pulled her toward Diego.

My heart kicked into overdrive. A knot of heat closed my throat. Carla’s hair kept me from seeing clearly what was happening, but the contractions of her pussy clenching my cock and the sound of the kisses told me everything. A few seconds later she sat up, ran her tongue over her lips, and looked at me with a mix of excitement and fear, in case I’d been bothered. Then, as her answer, she herself grabbed Marina and brought her down to me. We melted into a long kiss, a lot of tongue.

I was afraid I was going to come: Carla didn’t stop riding me while she kissed her friend. When we stopped, all four of us at once, no one had planned it. It just happened. We looked at each other and Carla broke the tension.

—That was fun —she said.

We laughed again, nervous but aroused. And it was Diego, the quiet one, who suggested we repeat the kissing. The four of us agreed. The two guys sat down and the girls knelt, moving in with awkward hesitation.

The boldest was Marina. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with tongue while I stroked her ass. When I looked at Carla, she was doing the same with Diego, letting him touch her. We kept at it for a good while, until Marina suggested we play a game. Carla suddenly looked at me with a panicked face.

—But we don’t have condoms —she whispered.

—I do —Diego solved it, reaching toward a pocket in his backpack.

We sat in a circle. Marina took the lead; she was the one with experience at this.

—We’ll start with a kissing chain so we don’t cool off —she ordered.

I kissed her, she kissed Carla, Carla kissed Diego, and Diego kissed Marina back. Several rounds like that. Then she pulled out her phone and set a two-minute timer.

—Now we sit on the guys’ laps and they kiss our tits.

I devoured Marina’s nipples with gusto. The time flew by. When the alarm went off, Carla and Diego were still stuck together; he was kissing her breasts and she was hugging him around the neck. I felt a stab of jealousy, but the good kind, the kind that turns you on.

—Guys, the alarm’s gone off —Marina teased.

They broke apart with one last kiss, smiling. The game continued.

—A two-minute handjob, no kissing, eye to eye —she said.

The four of us naked, with the partners swapped, jerking each other off in silence. The looks became more and more pure hunger.

—Now it’s your turn: one finger, two minutes.

Since she said nothing about kissing, all four of us dove in for kisses while we fingered them inside. When the alarm went off, they were sighing, really turned on, and our cocks were throbbing.

—Two minutes of blowjobs —she added, looking at my girlfriend with a sly expression.

Carla went down on Diego.

—For a short guy, you’ve got a good dick —she blurted with a smile.

I’ll admit I counted the seconds so I wouldn’t come. Marina sucked me beautifully, with plenty of saliva, and I couldn’t stop watching Carla sucking another cock in front of me, with a hunger I’d never seen in her. When the alarm sounded, I let out a relieved breath.

—Come on, guys, dinner’s served —Marina ordered, opening her legs.

I enjoyed eating her out. Now and then she grabbed me by the head and pushed me against her.

—Neck kisses, two minutes —she said.

That was the final trigger. They were sighing, moaning, and when the alarm went off, nobody stopped. From necks we moved to lips and from lips to bodies. I came back to myself when Carla asked, breathless:

—And the condoms?

We put them on. Watching my girlfriend slide another cock inside her turned me on to a level I didn’t think possible; my heart was pounding like mad. I couldn’t stop looking. I forced myself to focus on Marina, who with my cock inside her was moving in circles and licking my mouth. Carla was taking thrusts on all fours, her favorite position, while I shifted onto my side so I could see them properly.

Then Marina laid me down and climbed on top. I grabbed her ass and we didn’t stop kissing for a good while, until we heard movement on the other side and Carla say, “Already?” They were like us, with her on top of him. They held each other while Marina and I went on. When Carla stood up, we saw the condom was full. That was when the awkward moment came: they had finished, Diego was taking off the condom, and Marina, now being watched, rode more mechanically, with less fire. Luckily I came soon after.

We put the condoms in a bag and, to my surprise, Carla licked my cock clean before hugging me and bringing her nose to mine, just as she always does when she’s feeling affectionate.

—I love you —she told me, showering me with kisses before we both fell asleep completely naked.

Our friends fell asleep hugging too. The next day the feeling among the four of us was strange. It had happened without planning, and no one quite knew where to put it. We went back to the beach with almost no conversation between us, and that same afternoon we took the boat back to the mainland.

Carla and I didn’t talk about what had happened until I dropped her off at her building. She kissed me.

—This isn’t going to change anything, right? —she asked.

—Nothing —I told her. —It was fun. And very hot.

That very night we spent hours texting until five in the morning, each of us masturbating on our own, remembering what we’d done in that tent. And that was only the beginning.