What They Proposed at the Hotel That Night

The pandemic had ruined two summers for us in a row. When hotels finally reopened with restrictions, Marcos booked a week at an all-inclusive resort in Peñíscola. It was June, just a few weeks after the end of school, and the hotel was almost empty. With social distancing and all that, the adults avoided mixing too much.

Our kids, however, are incapable of following any rule. By the third day they had made inseparable friends with two siblings their age. Their parents were Sofía and Andrés: a little younger than us, and it showed. Sofía dressed with a looseness that I took some time to define as provocation—thin-strapped semi-transparent dresses, tight tops without a bra. Andrés almost always wore his shirt open or just went without it altogether, with a torso that invited you to look.

After dinner, the children would go off to play on their own for a couple of hours, and the four of us would sit out on the terrace by the pool. On the third night, with several drinks in us, the conversation took a turn I hadn’t expected. Sofía casually dropped the fact that they were in an open relationship. That from time to time they did swaps.

“Have you two never thought about it?” she asked.

Marcos and I looked at each other. The truth was that our conversations about it had always gone in a different direction: he liked the idea of seeing me with other men, not so much the idea of sharing. We explained it to them bluntly.

“Interesting,” Andrés said, smiling. “Then you might like this.”

The proposal was simple and strange at the same time. Each night, one of the four would be the one in charge. That adult would go to the other couple’s room and direct whatever happened there, while the fourth adult stayed with the children on watch. No actual swapping, just observation and orders. A voyeurism game with rules.

We said yes. More because of the drinks than because we were convinced, probably. But they said we’d start that very night, and that Sofía would have the first turn.

***

Andrés went off with all the children. Sofía came up with us.

We ordered one last drink and sat down in the room. Sofía checked the wardrobe calmly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She frowned a little when she saw I hadn’t brought anything especially sexy for a family vacation.

“Tomorrow we’re going shopping,” she said. “Tonight we improvise.”

She put me in a thin beach dress, almost transparent, with nothing underneath. Marcos she left in jeans and told him to take off his T-shirt.

“Knees on the bed,” she told me.

I obeyed. My heart was racing even though nothing had happened yet. Sofía gave Marcos an ice cube and told him to run it over my neck. I felt the cold slide down to my collarbone, and then Marcos’s tongue following the same path to make up for the heat. Then the ice reached my nipples and he repeated the caress with his mouth. Sofía kept telling him to alternate between my neck and my breasts while she stroked me with her hand between my legs.

I was wet in less than a minute. Marcos wanted to take off his pants. Sofía didn’t let him.

From that position, Marcos started fingering me with one hand while with the other he kept touching my breasts. I tried to reach his erection over the fabric, but Sofía wouldn’t allow that either.

“On all fours,” she ordered. “Head down, ass up.”

Marcos knelt behind me and started eating me out. Sofía gave him quiet instructions: alternate front and back, don’t rush. I was on the edge of orgasm when she told him to stop. She told him to drop his pants.

I sucked him for a good while. I was so aroused that I kept trying to take his whole cock into my mouth, and sometimes I’d move down to his balls and then come back up. Sofía didn’t say anything; she just watched.

Then she ordered us into a 69. Me on top, Marcos underneath. She told him to fuck my mouth hard, and in that position he was almost all the way in; I pushed at his ass to help, while he kept eating me and working his fingers in. When Sofía saw the two of us picking up speed, she told Marcos to lie on the bed and for me to climb on top.

It didn’t last even a minute. We came together, one after the other, and when I finally caught my breath and turned around, Sofía was already gone.

***

The next morning, Marcos told me what had happened with him as director in their room. The only thing he revealed about Andrés was a smile and a promise: that I’d find out for myself. Sofía held few surprises after seeing her every night on the terrace—just as I’d imagined, she was completely shaved, and her moans were loud.

That afternoon, Sofía and I went shopping. I bought myself a black lingerie bodysuit: a corset that left the breasts bare and a crotch opening so I wouldn’t have to take it off during the game. She bought herself a red two-piece set with garters.

The third night was my turn. I went to their room with less confidence than I let on: Andrés had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing only a towel. Sofía was already in the red set she’d bought that afternoon.

I didn’t have the directing experience Sofía had, but I had learned something the first night. I decided that Andrés would be the masseur and Sofía the client. I laid her face down on the bed and told him to start with her back and legs.

Andrés massaged his wife with long, sure hands. When he got to her ass, I let him keep going. I told him to slip his fingers inside while massaging her pelvis. Sofía started moving on the bed.

“On your back,” I said.

He massaged her breasts and went back to her cunt. And that was then, when Andrés dropped the towel to kneel beside the bed, that I understood what Marcos had been talking about.

Andrés’s cock was thick. Not especially long, but its thickness was something else, almost hypnotic. I couldn’t stop looking at it.

Sofía tried to take it into her mouth and only got as far as the glans, which was as much as fit. They stayed like that for a while: him with his fingers in her cunt while she sucked him from top to bottom, taking only the tip in now and then.

Then I remembered what Sofía had told us to do the first night, and I asked Andrés to get on top of her to fuck her mouth while he ate her pussy. The image made me hotter than I’d expected. I watched Andrés trying to make his wife’s lips accept more than they could, and I felt my underwear get completely soaked.

“Put it in,” I said softly.

Sofía drew her knees up to her chest to make the entrance easier. Andrés’s cock made its way in slowly, pressing against her vaginal lips with a resistance that seemed impossible even though she was used to it. He slipped the tip in and out several times before sinking it all the way in. Sofía cried out, and I jumped.

I stood up from the armchair without realizing it. I came closer. I had never seen a penetration like that live, and I stood there less than a meter away watching him pump into her and her answer with her hips.

I asked them to change positions. Sofía climbed on top of him. I sat on the edge of the bed, less than a meter away, watching Andrés’s cock go in and out. He slipped a finger into Sofía’s ass, then two. I remembered what Marcos had told me about Andrés’s preference for anal sex, though to me it seemed impossible with that thickness.

I didn’t get to find out. The two of them sped up and came together in an orgasm that shook the whole bed. When Andrés pulled out, I saw a quantity of semen come out that I hadn’t expected. I said goodbye and went back to my room with one thought in my head: to fuck Marcos without waiting.

But when I went in I found all the children asleep in sleeping bags on the floor. I had to go to bed with the desire intact and count the hours until the last night. The night Andrés would be in charge.

***

The next day felt endless.

I knew that night Andrés would be watching us. That he would be telling me how I had to fuck. With Sofía it had been different—a woman made me less dizzy. With Andrés it was something else. Besides, I had the black bodysuit I was dying for Marcos to see.

After dinner, the children went off with Sofía and the three of us stayed behind having the last drink. When the time came, I went up to the room alone to get ready. I put on the bodysuit and waited lying on the bed.

Marcos and Andrés took a while. When they came in, both of them stayed silent for a moment.

“Two days waiting for this,” Andrés said. “Sofía warned me, but she undersold it.”

Marcos couldn’t take his eyes off me. Andrés sat down in the armchair. He told Marcos to undress and lie down beside me. I was expecting something similar to the first night, but Andrés took a black scarf from his pocket and asked Marcos to blindfold me.

I suddenly got nervous. I remembered that one of Marcos’s fantasies was exactly that: that I wouldn’t know whether the hand touching me was his or someone else’s. Had he told Andrés something, or was it a coincidence?

Marcos placed the scarf over my eyes. The change was immediate: the sounds in the room became more present, the touch of hands more intense. Andrés’s voice came from the back of the room.

“Face down.”

Marcos started to work over my body from my feet to my neck and back again. Long, slow, unhurried. Then he kissed every part of the way back. When he reached my nipples, Andrés asked him to give them a few gentle bites. When he reached my cunt, a couple of licks.

Then Andrés’s voice, closer:

“From now on, silence. Laura, open your legs. I want to see your cunt. Good. Suck on two fingers and run them over there. Slower. Now put them in little by little.”

I obeyed. Without seeing anything, with Andrés’s voice guiding every movement and Marcos breathing near me.

“Marcos, sit on her tits. Bring your cock to her lips.”

I ran my tongue over the glans without stopping my fingers. The instructions kept coming, one by one, unhurried. To put three fingers in Marcos’s mouth so he’d suck them properly. To take them back to my cunt. For Marcos to lick me some more.

“Good work. Now fuck her mouth hard. You, Laura, don’t stop masturbating yourself.”

When Andrés said we would switch positions, he added:

“Marcos, take off the blindfold. Put it on you.”

Marcos lay back with the scarf over his eyes. I got on all fours between his legs and started massaging his cock while I sucked his balls. In that position, my ass and cunt were completely exposed toward where Andrés was sitting. Or where he had been.

I heard footsteps. The bed sank slightly beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, without moving, I saw Andrés had stood up and sat on the edge of the bed. Just as I had done with them the night before.

“Put the whole cock in your mouth. Slowly. We don’t want Marcos to finish yet.”

I obeyed. But I didn’t stop glancing sideways. Andrés had taken his cock out of his pants and was masturbating. I froze for a second. I could have told him no. But the truth was I didn’t want to.

He stayed kneeling on the bed and had it very close to my face. Suddenly I felt his hand on my breast. Then down to my ass, stroking it slowly, and then to my cunt. I pulled his hand away. He shifted back a little, without saying anything.

“Climb on top of him. Slowly.”

I got on top of Marcos and started moving. I wanted to finish so badly that I sped up too soon. Andrés told me to stop and get back on all fours to suck Marcos off.

As I got back into position, Andrés came up behind me and started eating my cunt. He alternated with my ass, giving me long licks while I tried not to make a sound. He slipped in two fingers, then three. I sped up the blowjob to drown out the moans starting to escape me. Marcos started coming into my mouth. I didn’t care in the least.

I was close too. Three thrusts and I would have gotten there. But Andrés stopped me.

“Lie down on the bed. Let Marcos fuck you missionary.”

Marcos got on top. He’d been drinking and had just come; his cock lost firmness before I could get there. I concentrated with all my strength. It didn’t help. Andrés was smiling from the armchair with the expression of complete satisfaction.

“Shall we take a break?” he asked. “Or better yet, let’s bring Marcos back to life. Same position as before. Put the whole cock in your mouth without taking it out at any point. You’ll see how fast he recovers.”

We took up our positions again. Andrés came back to the bed. He told Marcos to start fingering me so we wouldn’t lose the rhythm, but it was Andrés doing it. With his other hand he took mine and brought it to his cock.

For a couple of minutes we stayed like that: me sucking Marcos and jerking Andrés off, him masturbating me, Marcos blindfolded and slowly recovering. I could feel Marcos getting harder. It was only a matter of time.

Then Andrés leaned into my ear.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

I went rigid all over. I shook my head no, but I didn’t let go of his cock.

He slipped four fingers into my cunt and leaned in again.

“Last chance.”

I looked at Marcos, still blindfolded. I nodded.

Andrés pulled out his fingers, knelt behind me, and pressed the tip against my entrance. He pushed slowly. I felt every millimeter of his thickness making its way in, filling every centimeter. He went in slowly, convinced it would take effort. But I was so wet that I pushed back against him and took it all in at once.

He stayed still for a few seconds. Then he started moving, first slowly and then faster and faster, and I matched every thrust by pushing back toward him. It didn’t last two minutes. I felt him swell even more inside me and start to come. I came at the same time, with spasms I couldn’t control.

When I looked up, Marcos no longer had the blindfold on. He was looking at me with a smile. I don’t know if it was because he had just fulfilled another of his fantasies or simply because of my face.

Andrés pulled out slowly and I leaned against Marcos, giving him a hug. Then he confessed that Andrés had asked him days earlier whether he would have any problem if the situation arose. Marcos told him it seemed very unlikely, but that he had a free hand.

The next day the vacation was over. It was a shame. I wouldn’t have minded repeating it a few more times.