What My Girlfriend Whispered to Me in the Playroom
It happened during our third night at Eden Caribe, in September 2021. For those who don’t know the place, I’ll describe it briefly: it’s a small resort of just over a hundred rooms, located in the hotel zone of Tulum, exclusive to adult couples and with a liberal atmosphere. Except for the main restaurants, the rest of the complex is clothing-optional and friendly to the swinger lifestyle.
What makes this hotel distinctive is that it has two spaces designed specifically for public sex. One is the upper terrace, with a huge Jacuzzi for about thirty people, a wet bar, and half a dozen Balinese beds facing the sea. The other is the playroom, an elongated lounge next to the nightclub, with a collective mattress about twelve meters long, a padded wall with rings, and a couple of erotic armchairs, all between mirrors that cover the walls.
The terrace is most active between five and seven in the evening, and again after one in the morning. The playroom runs from ten at night until closing. Both places are paradise for voyeurism and exhibitionism, two hobbies Camila, my girlfriend at the time, and I shared.
The first night we entered the playroom, we did what we usually did: had sex close to other people, watching them and knowing we were being watched. The mattress is divided into something like cubicles by very light tulle curtains, which don’t provide any real visual privacy, only a barely physical boundary. If privacy can be said to exist in that environment, that’s all it offers.
The second night I proposed a different exercise to Camila. We would go in only to get heated up, without fucking there, with the sole rule of holding out as long as we could. Intense caresses, maybe some oral, and when the frustration became unbearable, we’d rush back to the room to take the edge off. That’s what we did, and we went upstairs drenched, desire overflowing, like two teenagers discovering each other for the first time.
***
The morning of the third day we met a couple at the main pool. Her name was Mei, a woman with Asian features, a petite and attractive body, small firm breasts, and that flawless skin some women still have well into their forties. He was a white gringo, tall, with a trimmed blond beard, looking like a Silicon Valley executive who’d come to disconnect from the world.
We exchanged a few phrases about the weather, the hotel restaurants, and the trip. Mei casually mentioned that it was her birthday, and I told her it was mine too. We laughed a little at the coincidence, toasted with margaritas in plastic cups, and said goodbye with a “see you later” that sounded formulaic. We didn’t think about them again for the rest of the day.
After dinner and the pregame at the open-air lounge, where a trio was playing live bossa nova, we were ready for the club. We took our position on a sofa overlooking the dance floor, near the bar and, consequently, near the entrance to the playroom. Camila had put on a short, tight black dress, with nothing underneath. Every time she crossed her legs, I felt a little pull in my lower belly.
The night got going early thanks to a Hispanic girl, the partner of a man much older than her, who had had too much to drink and started dancing barefoot in the middle of the floor. Her rhythm was at once awkward and deeply erotic, while the old man watched her from a high stool at the bar, with glazed but attentive eyes. After a while the girl slipped off her dress in one single motion and stayed completely naked, to the visual delight of everyone there.
During her frantic dance she rubbed herself against whoever was dancing nearby, and ended up grinding against practically everyone there, including Camila and me. Unfortunately, alcohol did what alcohol does, and a few minutes later she stumbled out of the place, hanging on her companion’s arm, leaving behind an atmosphere heated red-hot.
I took the opportunity to go to the bar for a second round. When I came back, instead of sitting next to Camila, I told her I was going to take a stroll through the playroom to feel things out. We didn’t have a specific plan for that night, but we also didn’t want to leave Eden Caribe without a third round in that room.
I came back a little disappointed: the room was completely empty, which made going in pointless. We decided to wait and dance for a while. Half an hour later, and despite the dim light in the club, we saw several couples disappear behind the heavy curtain separating the playroom from the dance floor. One glance between us was enough. We downed our drinks and headed over there.
***
From the entrance alone, the scene was unbeatable. A naked guy —whom we had seen earlier at the bar, pretty unpleasant, not talking to anyone— was tied to the padded wall, facing it, while his blonde wife, tits out, was gently whipping him with a multi-tipped flogger. She alternated the blows with kisses and nibbles on his back, his ass, and the tops of his thighs.
We stood there watching for a moment as we took off our clothes and put them in a locker. We grabbed two towels from the shelf. The stiffness of my cock betrayed my arousal, just like the wetness I felt when I ran my hand between Camila’s legs.
We moved toward the back, looking for an empty space to lie down. Camila squeezed my arm and, with a small movement of her chin, pointed to the right.
—See who’s there? Your birthday girl colleague.
Mei was at that moment kissing a man who wasn’t her husband, someone we couldn’t quite identify, while he was licking the tits of another woman who was clearly the stranger’s partner. Four bodies tangled in that very particular choreography of well-run swapping, where nobody gets in the way and everyone seems to know where to go. Camila and I stood there for a moment, hypnotized, groping each other without shame.
—Come on, let’s get next to them —I whispered, and we spread our towels right beside the tulle curtain that marked off their cubicle. We lay down without missing a single detail.
Then Mei’s husband —I’m going to call him Brandon, though I’ve lost his real name— lay back on his back, revealing a thick, hard cock, much lighter in color than mine. The two women knelt on either side of him and took turns servicing his dick with a coordination that was impossible to look away from.
While one sucked the tip, the other licked the balls. Then they switched: both tongues traced the shaft from base to glans, and now and then they met in a long, wet kiss, never letting go of what they had in their hands. The other man stayed a little to the side, caressing both their asses, not getting involved.
Camila and I didn’t miss a thing, but we weren’t sitting still either. We were frankly turned on by that multisensory experience. My left hand had settled between her legs, and hers around my shaft, keeping a slow but steady rhythm.
—Skinny boy… can I confess something to you? —she said breathlessly, her voice a little broken.
—Anything you want, beautiful. Anything you want.
—I get so insanely turned on by what they’re doing.
—The way they suck his dick? —I asked, sensing that wasn’t exactly it.
—Yes, that too… —and she lowered her voice so much I couldn’t hear her well— but also the way they kiss each other.
—What did you say?
She raised her voice a little, almost between moans, and repeated it.
—That I really, really want it. That I really, really want to get in there.
I felt an electric jolt run down my back to my heels. I swallowed, my throat tight with desire, and urged her on.
—Go on. Go with them.
—But… how? —she hesitated—. Will that be okay? What do I do, tell me, tell me.
—It’s simple —I told her, aware that for her it wasn’t—. You get a little closer, touch her shoulder, and whisper in her ear: “may I join you?” That’s all.
—Just like that?
—Just like that. But do it now. The chance is right now. And one more thing: suck it nicely. Enjoy yourself and make sure he enjoys himself too.
***
My girlfriend got down on all fours and covered the meter and a half separating us from them with feline slowness. She placed one hand on Mei’s shoulder and murmured something in her ear. The other woman smiled without pulling away from Brandon’s cock, nodded, and with a gesture of her free hand indicated: go ahead.
With that astonishing complicity women seem to have with one another, without prior protocol and without needing to explain anything, the erotic duo became a frankly pornographic trio. Controlled chaos, if I may say so. I was in the clouds, pressed against the curtain, not knowing where to look first.
I moved in behind Camila, whose ass was pointing upward, offered, gleaming with sweat. I licked between her buttocks and slid two fingers into her vagina, which was burning hot, soaked. I couldn’t wait any longer. I entered her in one smooth motion, slow and steady, all the way in, and started pumping at the same measured pace, intending not to distract her and keep her floating in her own arousal.
Her orgasm came while she was passionately kissing Mei. The other woman kept Brandon’s cock in her mouth and was in turn being fucked by her husband, all of them linked in an impossible chain that I closed from behind. Camila shuddered, yelled something I didn’t catch, and the vaginal spasms almost jerked the ejaculation out of me. I held it back with difficulty, biting the inside of my lip, because I knew that night couldn’t end that soon.
I came out of her gently, kissed the nape of her neck, and sat back on my heels to wait for her to finish her business with the other three. I watched her catch her breath, smile at me with a new smile, one I didn’t know she had, and lean back over Brandon’s body as if she’d been doing it for years.
From my perch as an improvised spectator, I mentally reviewed the last forty-eight hours: the first night alone, the second holding out as a game, and this third one, in which my girlfriend had just crossed a line we hadn’t even known we were looking for. Mei lifted her gaze for a moment over her husband’s thigh and smiled at me, as if inviting me not to stay too far away.
What happened next I’ll tell soon. That night at Eden Caribe, we were only halfway through something neither of us had imagined when we crossed the heavy curtain of the playroom.