What Happened in the Liberal Club Pool
What I’m going to tell you is nothing extraordinary. It’s more, rather, one of those “routine” afternoons for couples like us, who decide to live their sexuality by opening the door to someone else. No drama, no eternal promises, just the desire to have a good time with people looking for the same thing.
It all started on the forum of a club in the city. A couple wrote to us, we exchanged a few messages and some photos, and in the end the most complicated part of it all — as it always is — was coordinating schedules. We agreed to meet in a bar near the club, on a Tuesday at midday. A weekday, at that hour, guarantees peace and quiet: no lines, no stares, no one else’s rush.
From the first handshake, we liked each other. His name was Rubén; hers, Carla. And half a beer was enough to tell which way the wind was blowing. Rubén couldn’t keep his eyes off Lucía, my wife, and Carla was looking for any excuse to rest her hand on my arm or pull her chair a little closer to mine.
They liked us and, apparently, we liked them. Carla had a beautiful body and a cheerful face, the kind that laughs easily. Rubén was a big guy, easygoing, with a friendly belly; what Lucía always describes, with a smile, as an “interesting older man.”
After the second round we got up and walked over to the club, chatting along the way. We greeted the manager, went into the changing rooms, and undressed without much ceremony. With a certain boldness, we looked each other up and down while we kept joking, as if whether we were wearing clothes or not were the least important detail of the afternoon.
***
As we usually do, the first stop was the pool. Warm water has something about it that brings the senses to the surface and invites, almost without one deciding it, soft caresses. And that’s what happened. Within minutes, without stopping talking among the four of us, Carla and I were stroking each other’s arms, backs, thighs. Slowly. Without urgency.
Rubén and Lucía were doing the same a couple of meters away, though he was making it clear he was in more of a hurry. His hands drifted down toward my wife’s hips with a discreetness that fooled no one, and under the water you could tell he was getting hard. It was impossible not to see it: he had sat on the step and the glans was poking up above the surface like a submarine’s periscope.
Lucía didn’t miss it either. She started stroking him with her fingertips, in slow circles, and that gave him a massive erection. I exchanged a glance with her and understood, without words, that this was serious.
—This is getting hot —Carla said in my ear, laughing.
—Then let’s go somewhere more comfortable —I replied.
The four of us got out and went to one of the rooms.
***
As soon as we walked in, Lucía lay down naked on the bed and pulled Rubén’s arm toward her. He didn’t need asking twice: he pressed himself against her body and went straight for her breasts, nibbling them slowly while his hands roamed over her skin. My wife closed her eyes and arched her back slightly.
Beside her, I sat down and invited Carla to sit on my lap, sideways. She did it gladly, and soon she was kissing my neck, my shoulders, the nape of my neck, while her hands moved up and down my thighs. I massaged her breasts — round, with small nipples that hardened the moment I brushed them with my tongue. I bit them softly, just with my lips, and drew out her first moans.
It didn’t take long before she was reaching between my legs. Her right hand closed around my testicles and caressed them again and again without letting go, while her left arm wrapped around me and pressed her whole body against mine. Her moans got louder. Then I lowered my hand to her sex, played around the edges, between the lips and the groin, and made a few light incursions to the clit that made her arch her whole body and clutch my neck tightly.
—Slowly, slowly —she murmured—, you’re driving me crazy.
Meanwhile, beside me, Lucía was already giving Rubén a blowjob. He held her head and thrust with a face twisted with pleasure, as if he’d been waiting for this for months. She massaged his testicles and squeezed his buttocks, and by the rhythm you could tell he wouldn’t last long.
I wasn’t wrong. Rubén started to blurt out broken phrases.
—I’m going to come… keep going, keep going… you’re fucking gorgeous.
Lucía took his cock out of her mouth, aimed it toward her chest, and kept masturbating him with her hand. He came loudly, splattering her cleavage. Far from being embarrassed, she put it back in her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue, amazed that he didn’t lose an ounce of hardness. It was clear Rubén had plenty of stamina.
***
Once he’d caught his breath, Rubén laid Lucía down and spread her legs, guiding his cock toward her sex to penetrate her. But she stopped him. She grabbed his head and pushed it downward, offering herself so he’d start licking her, which is what she loves most in the world.
—First with your mouth —she asked—. Take your time.
He obeyed happily. He held her by the hips, buried his face, and started licking from bottom to top, nibbling the edges, while my wife writhed and pressed his head to make him keep going. She wouldn’t stop moaning.
Then I had an idea and signaled to Carla.
—Do you want to help Rubén out? —I whispered in her ear—. Two tongues for Lucía.
Carla smiled and settled in beside her partner. Two mouths working at once on my wife’s sex, while I moved a little higher and slid my cock between her lips. Lucía was in heaven: two men and a woman all devoted to her pleasure at the same time. It didn’t last long. She came with a long cry and collapsed onto the bed, motionless for a few seconds, with a silly smile on her face.
—I need a moment —she said between laughs, breathless.
***
I didn’t waste a second. I sat Carla on top of me and she started riding me in a magnificent fuck, rubbing against my body on every downward stroke. Rubén, still standing, positioned himself behind her, kissed her neck and kneaded her breasts over her shoulder. The sight of the three of us together didn’t last long, because Lucía, as soon as she recovered, went straight toward him.
She came up behind him and began massaging his cock, which acted like a trigger. Rubén turned around, laid her down again, and fucked her without ceremony, ending up on top of her in a frantic in-and-out. It was a truly intense moment: both couples fucking at the same time in the same bed, all four of us enjoying ourselves, with a connection that doesn’t always happen. There was something in the air that’s hard to explain, a kind of shameless complicity.
Carla sped up her ride and rubbed herself against me harder and harder. I squeezed her buttocks and whispered in her ear how hot she was, how well she rode me, and that was what finally tipped her over. She came screaming, without hiding it. I gently moved her aside, laid her down, and positioned myself next to her while I masturbated with my right hand and with my left stroked her ass, something I love. She returned the caresses on my testicles and back. It wasn’t long before I spilled over her thighs.
A meter away from us, Lucía arched as best she could, with Rubén on top of her fucking her like a madman. That didn’t go on much longer either: my wife came again, with the same intensity as the first time, digging her nails into his back.
***
Afterward, the four of us went back to the pool. We stayed there for quite a while almost in silence, caressing each other without purpose, letting our bodies come down on their own. From there we went to the shower and left together, laughing about nonsense, with that strange calm that an afternoon like that leaves behind.
We suggested grabbing a drink at the bar from earlier, but they couldn’t stay. We said goodbye with two kisses and a sincere thank-you from both sides, with the promise to do it again as soon as our schedules — always the schedules — allowed it. And so Rubén and Carla became part of that little “family” of couples and trusted singles we so enjoy building.
Nothing extraordinary, as I said. Just a Tuesday afternoon none of the four of us will forget.