When the Tournament Stopped Being the Only Thing at Stake

Pablo and Laura had been playing tennis on weekends with Sergio and Natalia for four years. Two couples of friends in their thirties, with mortgages and orderly lives, who had found in the courts an escape valve from routine. But since that night three months earlier, when the four of them had ended up kissing in the club locker room without anyone having planned it, something had changed without any of them daring to put a name to it.

The glances lasted a second too long during dinners. The brushes on court seemed charged with a different intent. And when the amateur tournament poster appeared in Benicàssim, villas shared included, the four signed up that very afternoon without really discussing it.

—Just sport and rest —Sergio wrote in the WhatsApp group.

Nobody replied. It wasn’t necessary.

***

The resort was two hundred meters from the sea, among palm trees and clay courts. The villa they were assigned had a large terrace overlooking the Mediterranean, a private pool, and four bedrooms. What they hadn’t expected was that the organizers’ draw would add two more couples to the group: Diego and Sofía, from Zaragoza, and Roberto and Carmen, from Seville.

Diego was thirty-two and had the body of someone who never skips a workout. Sofía, twenty-nine, blond with light eyes, had that energy that fills rooms before one even walks into them. They’d been married a little over a year and still had that habit of touching each other for no obvious reason, as if constantly reaffirming something. Both conservative, from traditional families, and with no experiences outside their marriage.

Roberto was something else: fifty-five years old, almost white hair, a calm and confident presence. The kind of man who doesn’t need to speak much for people to listen when he does. Carmen was two years younger, dark-haired with her hair tied up and curves she made no attempt to hide. When she smiled, crow’s feet formed at the corners of her eyes, which made her seem like someone you could trust. Twenty-eight years of marriage and two children already independent.

The six of them met on the villa terrace on Friday afternoon, with beers as mediators.

***

The warm-up matches went well. The sun beat down on the courts and the wind brought the smell of the sea and sunscreen. Afterwards, in the pool with cold beers, the conversation was superficial: where they were from, how long they’d been playing, whether they knew the area. But at night, over dinner on the terrace with wine flowing and the sea murmuring in the background, something began to loosen.

Carmen was the first to get to the heart of it. She said it without preamble, glass in hand and gaze fixed on the dark horizon:

—Roberto and I have talked many times about fucking other people. You know what I mean. But it always stays at the level of conversation.

—And this time it won’t? —Sofía asked, leaning forward.

—This time we’re in a place where nobody knows us —Carmen said—. So let’s see what happens.

There was a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable. Laura looked at Pablo. Pablo looked at Sergio. Natalia poured herself more wine.

—We could play a game —Sergio suggested—. Truth or dare. Drinks as punishment if you don’t do it.

Diego raised an eyebrow.

—What kind of dares are you thinking about?

Sergio smiled without answering. They’d see.

***

They started without malice. Truths about how they had met, dares to imitate songs or tell the most embarrassing anecdote. But the wine kept flowing and the rounds grew hotter with each turn.

—Ten-second kiss between crossed pairs —Sofía said, with a smile that knew exactly what she was proposing.

Diego looked at her.

—Are you sure?

—Drink if you don’t want to.

Diego didn’t drink.

Pablo kissed Sofía. It began as a cautious brush of lips, and then she opened her mouth and the thing changed nature. She was younger than Laura, her lips softer, but her tongue just as direct. Pablo felt the heat rising through his chest before his brain could process anything, and he also noticed his cock beginning to swell against his shorts.

Sergio kissed Carmen. She received him with a calm he hadn’t expected, hands on his neck, tongue exploring without haste. Sergio felt his breathing quicken and Carmen, without stopping the kiss, slid one hand down his stomach and squeezed the bulge over the fabric, shamelessly.

Roberto kissed Laura. It was a deliberate kiss, without urgency, with the confidence of someone who has spent decades doing it well. Laura had to brace a hand on the table to keep from losing her balance, and she felt her panties get wet all at once.

Diego kissed Natalia. She let him come closer, closed her eyes, and when she opened her mouth he didn’t hesitate.

When the ten seconds were over, nobody pulled away right away.

—Next dare —Carmen said, her voice slightly rough—. No clothes. One at a time.

***

They undressed on the terrace. It wasn’t slow or teasing, but direct: each of them taking off what they wore until all eight were bare under the garden’s indirect lights. Carmen did it first, without ceremony, and that set the tone for everyone else. Big breasts, heavy, with dark nipples already hardened by the air. Shaved pussy, thick thighs. Sofía, by contrast, had small, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and a very trimmed blond triangle over her pubis. The cocks of the four men, in different states of hardness, were on display without any of them trying to hide it.

Sofía knelt in front of Pablo. She took his cock in her hand, studied it for a moment with genuine curiosity, and began running her tongue from base to tip, slowly, learning it. She licked his balls one by one, moved up the shaft collecting each vein with the tip of her tongue, and when she reached the head she took it all into her mouth, pressing her lips and sinking her head until she gagged a little. Pablo rested a hand in her blond hair, not to guide her but to have something to cling to. She started sucking him with a greedy rhythm, sucking hard on the way out, leaving threads of saliva hanging from her chin that dripped onto her breasts.

—Fuck, like that —Pablo murmured—. All of it.

Sofía obeyed, took him in until the tip touched her throat, and held it there for a few seconds with tearful eyes before pulling off and taking a deep breath.

Natalia went with Diego. He had the tense body of someone who doesn’t quite know how to respond to pleasure coming from where he least expects it. She knelt down, grabbed his cock by the base with one hand and with the other began stroking his balls while taking him into her mouth in short bursts, each time a little deeper. Diego clenched his teeth, watching her work, and she smiled without taking him out, cheeks hollowed by the suction. She sucked with hunger, with a wet sound that filled the terrace’s silence. When Diego tried to pull away because it was too much, Natalia gave his thigh a gentle slap and kept going, faster, her right hand jerking the base in time with her mouth.

Laura knelt in front of Roberto. He was bigger than Pablo and it took her a moment to adjust, but when she did, she did it well. She licked his whole cock like someone savoring an ice cream, languidly, and then took him into her mouth little by little, breathing through her nose so she wouldn’t choke. Roberto put a soft hand on her cheek, looking at her.

—You do that so well —he said in a low voice—. Look at me while you suck it.

Laura lifted her eyes to him without stopping, and that gesture made him harden even more inside her mouth. She began moving faster, pressing her lips and pulling him almost all the way out before taking him back in with a sudden thrust, spitting saliva over the shaft to lubricate it. With her free hand she stroked her soaking cunt, letting him see how hot it made her to have him in her mouth.

Carmen went with Sergio. She kissed him first on the mouth, then on the neck, then moved down his chest, biting his nipples, until she knelt. Sergio closed his eyes and leaned back against the outdoor sofa’s backrest. Carmen didn’t waste time: she took his cock in one go, all the way to the root, and started sucking him with the technique of twenty-eight well-spent years of marriage. She licked his balls, ate his cock down to the base, pulled the head out and slapped it against her tongue, then swallowed him whole again. Sergio opened his eyes and looked at her.

—Fuck, Carmen, if you keep doing that I won’t last at all.

—Hold on to me, because I want you to fuck me after.

The men returned the favor without anyone coordinating it. Pablo laid Sofía down on the terrace cushions and spread her knees wide apart. She had bronzed, hot skin and a pink cunt, glossy with moisture. He opened her with his fingers, exposing the swollen clit, and went down to eat it with patience. He started by licking slowly from bottom to top, tasting her whole, sinking his tongue between her labia until he pressed it to the entrance of her pussy. When he felt her responding, he moved up to the clit and began sucking it with his whole mouth, while slipping in two fingers and moving them inside in a beckoning motion.

—There, fuck, there —she moaned, gripping his hair—. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

Pablo sped up his tongue over her clit and curled his fingers inside. Sofía came after a few minutes, her legs trembling and a gush of hot liquid soaking his hand.

Sergio laid Carmen down on the lounger. She guided him with precise, straightforward instructions, which Sergio appreciated more than he expected.

—Lower. There. Softer. Now put a finger in. Another. Fuck me with your fingers while you eat me out.

Sergio obeyed to the letter, and Carmen came while gripping the armrest, arching her back and letting out a long moan that made the others lift their heads.

Diego had Natalia with her legs open, his fingers inside while his tongue worked on her clit, reading her reactions. Natalia had her fists clenched beside her thighs and breathed through her mouth. When she was about to come she wrapped her legs around his head and pressed him against her cunt, riding his face shamelessly until she came against his tongue.

Roberto took Laura. He laid her in the hammock, knelt between her legs, and started with a calm she hadn’t expected. Without hurrying anything, completely present. He licked the inside of her thighs, blew over her wet cunt, and only then brought his mouth down to eat it. With a flat tongue he traced her lips and clit in one continuous caress, without changing pace, hypnotic. Laura took less time than usual: she came biting the hammock’s backrest so she wouldn’t scream too much.

***

The penetrations came naturally, without anyone announcing anything. Pablo penetrated Sofía on the outdoor sofa. He grabbed his cock with his hand, rubbed it against the lips of her soaked pussy, and shoved it in all the way in one go. She received him with her back arched and her hands on his shoulders, setting the pace at first, then letting herself go. Each time he hit bottom she gave off a brief, concentrated sound, a short “ah” that escaped from her diaphragm. Her small breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples hard and pointing at the ceiling.

—Harder —she said after a while—. Fuck me harder, fuck.

Pablo obeyed. He grabbed her hips and started pounding her with all the force he had, the sound of bodies crashing together echoing over the terrace. Sofía took two fingers to her mouth, wet them with saliva, and started rubbing her clit while he fucked her hard.

—I’m going to come, I’m going to come again, don’t stop, don’t stop.

She came with her cunt clenching around his cock in spasms, and Pablo had to bite his lip so he wouldn’t come too.

Sergio and Carmen took the terrace table, which turned out to be the perfect height. She with her back to him, propped on her hands, him standing behind her, his cock buried to the balls in Carmen’s cunt. They found a rhythm from the start, as if they’d been doing it for a long time. Sergio grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing them, pulling at the nipples, while he drove deep and slow. Carmen looked at the sea and the lights of some boat on the horizon.

—You fuck so well, darling —she said softly, not addressing anyone in particular—. Put it all in me. Give it to me hard.

Sergio gave it to her hard. He grabbed her hair with one hand, yanked her back, and sped up until the table started to shake. Carmen came with her face against the wood, mouth open and a scream carried off by the wind.

Roberto lay down on the lounger and Laura climbed on top, impaling herself slowly on his huge cock, feeling how it opened her centimeter by centimeter until she had all of him inside. She set the pace, hands on his chest, moving with a concentration that he followed with his eyes without missing a detail. He put his hands on her hips to feel every movement, not to control it. Laura rode him forward and back, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, moaning louder and louder.

—It’s so big, fuck, it fills me up so much.

—Ride me until you come —Roberto said calmly—. However much you want.

Diego and Natalia were on the floor over the blanket someone had brought out for the occasion. Face to face, long, steady thrusts. Natalia sank her nails into his back when she reached orgasm, and he kept the pace until she was done. Then he put her on all fours and fucked her from behind, spanking her ass with an open palm until she asked for more.

***

After that there were more mixtures, more combinations. Pablo with Carmen, whose everyday calm turned into something completely different when she closed the door on the usual. He fucked her against the railing, she gripping the iron and her ass pressed to his stomach, while he bit her neck and touched her clit with two fingers. Carmen had a tight, hot cunt and clenched with all her muscles each time he pulled out. They both came almost at once, and Pablo came inside her without talking about it, because nobody had talked about anything.

Roberto with Sofía, the twenty-five-year age difference shrinking to nothing as soon as she got on top. Sofía sat on Roberto’s huge cock and at first struggled, gritting her teeth.

—Fuck, you’re so big.

—Easy. Slowly.

When she finally got him all the way in, she started moving gently, adjusting, and within minutes she was riding him at a frantic pace, her small tits bouncing in front of his face. Roberto sat up, took one breast in his hand, and started sucking it without stopping his thrusts from below. Sofía came screaming, her nails digging into the older man’s shoulders.

Sergio with Laura, who discovered that doing it with her own husband watching from three meters away had a component she hadn’t calculated. Sergio knelt her on the sofa, holding onto the backrest, and fucked her from behind while Pablo watched everything with his cock hard again in his hand. Laura turned her head to seek out her husband’s eyes, and he held her gaze while Sergio penetrated her deeply. She had never felt so filthy and so horny at the same time.

Diego and Natalia again, but looser now, with the ease that comes with the second time.

It was Carmen who put the next thing into words. She said it without drama, as if she had been thinking about it for a while:

—I want two at once. One in my cunt and one in my ass.

No clarification was needed as to which two.

Diego lay down on the sofa. Carmen climbed on top, taking him slowly with her cunt, letting her body adjust to Diego’s hard cock. Roberto positioned himself behind her with the lubricant Laura had brought from the room. He poured a generous stream into Carmen’s ass, spreading it with his fingers, first one, then two, opening her patiently. Carmen breathed deeply, leaning on Diego’s chest, feeling Roberto prepare her hole.

When she felt the tip of her husband’s cock pressing against her ass, she tensed for a moment and raised a hand.

—One second.

They gave her the second. Then another. Then she exhaled slowly and nodded. Roberto pushed gently, and the cock went in centimeter by centimeter. Carmen let out a long, sharp moan when he had her all the way inside. Both holes full, both men still, giving her time.

—Fuck me now —she said after a while—. Both of you.

The two men searched for a rhythm that wouldn’t clash, paying attention to her reactions more than anything else. When one sank in, the other pulled out, alternating, each feeling the other man’s cock through the thin wall of flesh separating them inside Carmen. Her eyes were closed and Sofía’s hands were on her breasts, as Sofía knelt in front of her and kissed her neck and licked her nipples.

—Like that —Carmen said, her voice broken—. Exactly like that. Harder, both of you. More.

The men sped up, careless now, hammering her hard from both sides. Carmen started screaming with no intention of holding back, her whole body trembling, and when she came it was with an intensity Roberto hadn’t seen from her in twenty-eight years. Both holes clenching at once, squirting lubricant and wetness down her thighs. Diego came inside her cunt seconds later, and Roberto a little later, filling her ass, still thrusting as he emptied himself.

When they both pulled out, a thick stream of semen mixed with lubricant began to run down her thighs. Sofía watched with her lips parted.

—Fuck —she said—. That was the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

If the neighbors in the villa next door heard them, they gave no sign of it.

***

Sofía wanted the same afterward. Pablo underneath, Diego behind. She was more expressive than Carmen, more vocal, more in need of saying everything out loud. She sat on Pablo’s cock with her cunt soaked from everything that had already happened, and moaned at feeling it open her. When Diego positioned himself behind and began lubing her ass, she couldn’t stop talking.

—Put it in me, Diego, put it in me now, in the ass, I want to feel both of you.

Diego entered her carefully, and Sofía let out a muffled cry that was half pain, half pleasure.

—Oh, fuck, oh, I’m so full, so full, don’t stop.

The two of them started fucking her in rhythm, and Sofía started screaming, with no filter, saying filthy things into the air, describing what she felt in real time, asking for harder, faster, deeper. Natalia sat in the nearest chair with a glass of wine in hand and her eyes wide open, her free hand between her thighs.

—Aren’t you joining in? —Sergio asked from the other sofa.

—Right now I’m good here —Natalia said, without stopping touching herself.

Sofía came three times in a row, the last so hard that she clenched her ass around Diego’s cock and forced him to come too. Pablo held on a few seconds longer before emptying himself inside her cunt.

Laura knelt in front of Roberto, who was leaning on the railing looking at the sea. She put a hand on his chest to make him turn around, pulled his cock out again, soft from the pants he hadn’t even put on, and took it into her mouth with all the calm in the world. She sucked slowly, drawing the air out, until she felt it harden again between her lips. When she noticed he was close, she stopped and waited.

—You’re mean —he said.

—I know.

She started again. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing saliva around the head, pressing it with her tongue. When she felt Roberto tense again, she pulled off, looked him in the eyes, and whispered:

—Come on my face.

Roberto didn’t need anything else. She jerked him with her hand until he came in thick spurts over her open mouth, her chin, her cheeks. Laura swallowed what fell onto her tongue, smiling at him.

***

They finished in different ways and at different times. The terrace floor was wet. The outdoor sofa cushions had ended up on the ground. Two wine glasses knocked over beside the railing.

They stayed lying down or seated where they had fallen, with the Mediterranean breeze cooling their sweaty skin. Nobody spoke for a while.

Roberto was the first.

—Tomorrow there are matches at nine —he said.

Carmen burst out laughing. Long and genuine.

—Is that the first thing you can think of?

—I’m trying hard to seem calm.

—Nobody believes you.

Pablo looked at Laura, who was lying next to Natalia with her eyes fixed on the sky. The night was clear, full of stars.

—Good? —he asked.

—Very good —she said without turning.

Diego and Sofía had fallen asleep entwined in the hammock. Sergio threw a beach towel someone had left on the railing over them.

***

On Saturday they played the matches. They lost several. They didn’t care at all.

That night they did it again.