My Husband Wanted His Friend to See Me Naked
We fell silent as soon as we saw Daniel heading back toward the pool. Marcos got back into the water with him, and I stayed on the lounger, turning over in my mind what my husband had just confessed to me. It irritated me that he came up with things like that. I was angry and, at the same time, incredulous.
I looked at Marcos out of the corner of my eye. He was an attractive guy, no question about it. He had broad shoulders and an easy smile, and when he came out of the cold water he did it with the natural ease of someone who had never been ashamed of his body. The wet trunks clung to the bulge at his crotch, and there was no way to hide what he had between his legs: a thick cock, outlined beneath the fabric, seeming heavy even at rest. Any woman would have looked twice at him, and I, if I’m being honest, was looking three times.
I started watching him differently, almost as if he were prey. For an instant I imagined that cock in my mouth, hard, pushing against my palate, and I realized my nipples had hardened under my bikini. And I thought that, if this was what Daniel wanted, I was going to teach him a good lesson. Let’s see if, when he saw me flirting with his friend, he saw things differently and jealousy got the better of him. I worked myself up out of pure rage and told myself that, if he wanted to bring it up so badly, I would do it. Let’s see what happened then.
I waited a little. I didn’t want to do anything while my mind was still clouded with anger. But when I finally got up to cool off, I took my hands to my back, untied my bikini top, and let it fall onto the towel. Then I slid my thumbs into the sides of my bottoms, pulled them down slowly, very slowly, letting the fabric glide over my thighs to the ground, and stepped out of them one foot after the other. I stood there completely naked, under the sun, with my legs slightly apart, while the two of them watched me from the water without missing a single detail. I felt the hot air lick my shaved cunt and noticed a bead of sweat running down between my breasts to my navel.
I floated on my back in the cool water and they moved away a little, I wasn’t sure whether to give me space or to get a better view. My breasts rose above the surface, my nipples shriveled by the cold, dark and erect against my brown skin. I opened my legs a little as I floated and felt the water caressing my cunt lips, sliding in and out with each movement. I like being watched, I thought, and for the first time all afternoon I didn’t feel guilty about it. On the contrary: I was getting wet inside, and it wasn’t the pool water.
***
I only caught a glimpse of her face for an instant as she came back toward the pool, and it seemed to me that she was angry. Lucía looked away at once and covered herself with her arms. Daniel, beside me, stood up and stripped off his trunks until he was naked. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still soft but thick. He motioned to me and I copied him, taking off my wet trunks and ending up naked too, like so many other times we had been alone in that house before that weekend.
He didn’t say anything, but it was clear something had happened while they were left without witnesses. So I just lay down on the towel without looking at either of them. The atmosphere was tense. I figured Daniel would tell me whatever it was later, and I decided not to imagine anything and to keep calm as I had been up to then.
I devoted myself to watching his wife’s body out of the corner of my eye and imagining a thousand scenes. I imagined her on all fours, biting the towel while I fucked her from behind, I imagined her sucking me off with those full lips, I imagined her spreading her legs so I could eat her cunt until she screamed. My cock hardened on its own, swelling against my thigh, and I felt the tip go glossy with the first drop. If she saw me like this, things could only get worse, and the atmosphere already seemed pretty tense. So I got up slowly, covering myself as best I could with my hand, and slipped into the water almost noiselessly, seeing Daniel follow me with the same stealth.
We swam a little. When we were far from the shore, he made a calming gesture and told me in a low voice that he would explain everything to me later.
We kept on in the water, trying not to splash, when we saw Lucía stand up. She knelt on the towel, let her bikini top fall away, and pulled the strap over her head. Her tits were exposed, firm and high, with her brown nipples pointing at the sky. Then she got to her feet and, with her back to us, slid her thumbs down the sides of her bottoms and slowly lowered them, bending at the waist, offering us a full view of her ass. I saw the perfect cleft between her cheeks, the shadow of her cunt peeking out between her thighs, the tucked, shaved lips that could be made out from behind. She tossed them aside with the rest and turned around to dive into the water without deigning to look at us.
I didn’t miss a detail of that moment, brief and fleeting, yet it seemed eternal to me. I saw her rounded hips, the curve of her back, the smooth, soft mound of her pussy, the erect nipples, the skin still pale where the sun didn’t reach. My cock got so hard under the water that it started throbbing on its own, swelling with every beat. Daniel crossed the water with his gaze and pinned it on me, then pointed to his own state to show me he was the same: his cock hard, stiff, pointing upward beneath the surface.
***
We moved again once the water covered her. Lucía came out at once, just to cool off, but this time completely naked, and lay back on the lounger, face up, eyes closed. Daniel gestured at her at me, as if urging me on, and then he got out of the water and headed toward the house, leaving the scene laid out for me.
I was able to admire her body then, without the awkwardness of having him in front of me, and honestly she was worth staring at all day. She wasn’t very tall, but she was well proportioned. Her tits were the kind that fit in one hand, firm and round, and the nipples had loosened in the heat of the sun, thick and dark. Her belly barely protruded while she lay there, almost flat, which made the curve of her pubis stand out even more, smooth and swollen, with the lips of her cunt pressing together in a perfect slit that made my mouth water just looking at it. From there, her strong thighs tapered down to her ankles. And between those thighs, slightly parted by the position, the darker pink of her inner flesh could be made out.
Daniel didn’t come back. I understood then that his last gesture had been for me to dare, there, without witnesses. To make a move. I grabbed the tube of sunscreen and the only excuse I could think of was the stupid one that had already worked earlier that day: that I had to protect her skin from the sun.
“Want a bit more?” I asked, as calmly as I could. “You’re going to get burned.”
I heard an almost inaudible murmur that I took as a yes. I positioned myself with one knee on each side of her hips, opened the tube, and prepared to work that body with my hands until she got angry and threw me out. My cock, swollen and thick, swayed a few centimeters from her pubis, and she knew it, even if her eyes stayed closed.
I did it with complete dedication. I poured a generous amount of cream between her tits and spread it with my open palms, in slow circles, feeling her nipples wrinkle and harden under my fingers until they became like two hard little stones. I pinched them for an instant, under the pretense of rubbing them in well, and I felt her let out a small sigh between her lips. I pinched them again, harder, pulling them upward, and this time the sigh turned into a barely contained moan.
I moved down over her soft belly, which shifted with every caress, following the line from navel to pubis. I pulled my fingers away, loaded them with more cream, and slowly descended toward the most intimate part. I ran my hands over the mound of Venus, pressed my palm against her pubis, and felt her move her hips by barely a millimeter, seeking the pressure. I parted her thighs carefully, with no resistance from her, and spread the cream on both sides, over the inner thighs, very close to her cunt lips, lingering longer than any excuse could justify. With my thumb I brushed, as if by accident, the outer edge of her lips, and felt them slide against each other, wet inside with something that wasn’t cream.
And then I felt something change. I looked up and found her gaze, questioning and amused at the same time. My hands went still, one on each thigh, my thumbs a finger’s width from her parted cunt. I waited, hardly daring to breathe, trusting she wouldn’t throw me out of paradise.
Lucía lowered her eyes. I followed the direction of her gaze and went red as a tomato: my cock was rigid, rock-hard, pointed straight at her cunt, the tip glossy with pre-cum, almost brushing her pubis every time I moved to spread the cream. A clear thread hung from my glans and was about to drip onto her.
“Sorry,” I murmured hurriedly.
And I got the hell out of there at full speed, diving headfirst into the water so the cold would bring down that impossible hardness. That plunge must have been the signal, because just then Daniel appeared from the house, still naked, to join us.
He didn’t ask me anything or make any gesture. Maybe he had seen everything from inside. But I decided I wasn’t going to tell him anything. I didn’t know how he might react, or what his real intentions were with that strange invitation.
***
After lunch we sat down to coffee on the terrace. Lucía stayed inside, lying on the sofa watching television. Daniel and I remained in silence for a good while, as if neither of us dared confess what we were really thinking.
Just to break that uncomfortable silence, I asked him if anything had happened while I was inside the house, because she had come back from the water looking angry.
He told me part of the conversation. He had encouraged her to get closer to me, and she had reacted badly, asking him in a nasty tone whether what he wanted was for her to sleep with me, for me to fuck her in front of him. Daniel fell silent after that confession. After another long while, I asked again whether that was really his intention.
He seemed confused, as if even he wasn’t clear what he was after when he spoke to his wife like that. But little by little he laid out a more plausible story, more ordinary than I expected. Lucía had recently been less turned on, less eager, they were fucking less and less, she almost never came with him anymore, and it had lodged in his head that maybe it was his fault: that he no longer did it well, that she had grown bored of his cock, that he wasn’t in shape. All those things a man starts to fear when he feels his wife pulling away from the bed.
Suddenly he seemed to realize he had confessed more than he had intended, that he had let out too many intimate thoughts in front of someone who, after all, was almost a stranger. He suggested we go for a walk in the hills while she rested. I suspected it was an excuse to get us away from the house and, in a more private place, tell me what he had really planned.
We went out both naked, as we had done other times I had visited him, our cocks hanging in the open air under the sun. When we reached a high cliff from which the house could be seen far below, small and distant, Daniel finally seemed to relax. And he confessed to me, rather awkwardly, what his proposal was for that weekend and what my role would be.
His idea was that Lucía should loosen up, feel at ease with my presence, let herself go, and make everything seem natural. But that I should try something. That I should test her reaction. He would make sure to give me chances, moments alone, which I was to seize by acting as if he weren’t there.
“Something more sensual with her,” he said, without looking at me. “Touching her, kissing her, putting your hands on her wherever you can. As far as she lets you get.”
“And the limits?” I asked. “Can I fuck her if she lets me?”
“There are no limits. Put it in if she opens for you. Come inside if she asks you to.”
He moved away from me and started walking back toward the house, in front. He had nothing more to say, or he didn’t dare, or he was embarrassed to have said so much. I watched him walk away while I stayed on the cliff, my cock hard again between my legs, digesting that strange conversation, with the certainty that the night ahead would change everything between the three of us.
