What My Husband Wanted Me to See at the Pool

They tell it, both of them, each in his or her own way.

I was starting to like the game Raúl had invented. It turned me on and, above all, it amused me. The first afternoon, when I came out of the shower, I felt awkward: my husband was chatting with Sebastián in the bedroom as if he didn’t notice that I had to get dressed and that he wasn’t leaving. I had no choice but to put my clothes on with my back turned, trying not to show too much, telling myself our guest wasn’t looking at me either. But as I pulled up my panties I felt the air in the room thicken, felt two pairs of eyes follow the path of the fabric over my thighs and over the curve of my ass until it settled around my waist. My nipples hardened without me meaning them to, and that detail, which they couldn’t see from behind, gave me away to myself: I was liking it.

Raúl’s smile and the obvious bulge in his trousers proved that I hadn’t been mistaken. And they confirmed something else: it had all been a move on his part so I’d put myself on display.

That was when I decided to really play along, but my way. If he wanted me to expose him, I would, though I was going to leave him wanting to be the one who got to see it all. The first little prank came in the car, on the way to the village: I took off my underwear without him noticing and, from then on, I made a point of showing Sebastián every corner I could, especially the things no man should ever see on a friend’s wife.

I think I pulled it off. He didn’t take his eyes off me the whole dinner. The masterstroke was spreading my legs just when Raúl got up to the bar; I enjoyed it so much that it took me a while to notice I’d had an extra spectator at the neighboring tables. I wasn’t embarrassed. I was starting to like it, and I meant to keep heating up our guest until I got what my husband said he wanted and what I, without admitting it, already desired: for Sebastián to fuck me hard, with a hard cock and a filthy mouth, no holds barred.

That night I went back to the room half naked, swaying my hips provocatively before getting into bed. That’s when I saw Sebastián was starting to loosen up too. I still didn’t know how it would end, but I was clear that I meant to keep putting myself on display until I found out. And I’d do it behind Raúl’s back, to punish him a little for his insistence.

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I fell asleep late, the image of those hips moving away down the hallway etched in my head. When I woke up it was still there, almost untouched. It was obvious Carla was inviting me to do more than look, and I fully intended to oblige, though I didn’t know how to handle the Raúl issue: whether to tell him or give him what he wanted without his finding out.

I put on shorts, washed my face in the little bathroom, and went out before the sun had fully come up. Their bedroom door was open, normal in a house they occupied alone the rest of the year. I didn’t look in. I went straight to the kitchen to find what I needed to make coffee, but I found nothing except the cups, and I didn’t dare rummage through the cupboards so early.

I went back to my room to wait for someone to get up. It didn’t take long. Maybe my clumsiness had alerted one of them. I heard noises in the bathroom, water running, then silence. A shadow crossed in front of my door and a little later came the usual sounds: doors, cups, water falling into what I hoped was the coffee maker. I grabbed a T-shirt, but I didn’t put it on. In other summers I’d spent there with Raúl, when we were alone, we’d gone around the house with nothing on at all.

It wasn’t Raúl. It was Carla, almost naked, with only a thin T-shirt covering her torso and nothing underneath. She was filling a container with water. The dawn light left the scene in shadow, but the two curves of her body shone with the little that came in through the door. I froze in the doorway, confused all over again by seeing her like that. She had the gift of unarming me: she moved with total naturalness, oblivious to everything, focused on her own things.

She must have heard my breathing, or the way I came to a stop as I stepped into the kitchen, because she turned sharply and found me completely naked, with the T-shirt in my hand and, no doubt, my mouth open. My cock, hard since before I left the room because of everything from the day before, was pointing straight at her and I couldn’t do anything to hide it. Her face lit up with a smile. She lowered her eyes, held them there a couple of seconds longer than necessary, then raised them again, savoring my embarrassment.

“Hi, Sebastián. How lovely to see you so natural.”

I reacted at once, pulled the T-shirt on in a hurry, and, now covered from the waist up but with my cock still tense and sticking out below, recovered some composure. She, meanwhile, stayed perfectly calm, turning her back to me while the smell of coffee filled the house. She bent to pick something up from the lower cupboard and the T-shirt rode up to her waist: I saw both halves of her ass in full, the slit barely opening, and lower down, between her thighs, the shadow of her cunt. She did it slowly, timing it just right so I’d take in every bit of it. When I came back, fully dressed, the table was ready and Carla had disappeared. I could hear windows opening and clothes rustling in their room, so I waited for her to have breakfast.

She appeared in bikini panties and the same tank top. When we finished, Raúl and I went out for a walk in the hills while she tidied up a little. As we climbed, he asked me whether I’d made any progress, whether Carla had loosened up more with me, whether she’d become less inhibited. I didn’t want to tell him anything. It didn’t seem right to talk about those intimacies, least of all about her. I told him everything was normal and friendly, that I wasn’t going to do anything against my principles, but that if anything happened I’d tell him when I thought it might please him. If that was really what he was after.

When we entered the pool area, Carla was sunbathing face down, wearing the same panties, and she didn’t move when she felt us arrive. Raúl repeated the trick from the day before: he put cream on his hands, passed me the bottle, and between the two of us we spread sunscreen over her back. I again had the pleasure of running my hands over that smooth skin, of kneading the firm curves of her body, of sliding my fingers for a moment over the edge of the fabric, in a daring move lasting just a few seconds. I slipped my little finger under the elastic, brushed the base of the slit of her ass and felt her clench and then relax her cheeks, giving me silent permission. I kneaded her tits flattened against the fabric, discreetly pinching her nipples, which stood out hard against the cloth.

We repeated it when she turned over to tan on her front. Raúl, as attentive as ever, took the bottle from her and passed it to me so I could take care of the upper half, letting my hands cover and caress what no friend should. I rubbed her tits all over, lingering on the nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger until they were hard as stones, while she closed her eyes and breathed more deeply than she should have. I went down over her belly, drew circles around her navel, and reached her pubis, resting my palm for a moment on the wet fabric, feeling the heat rising from down there. In the end Carla really did get angry: she said we were leaving her soaking wet and that way she wasn’t going to tan. We had to stop. But I knew, and so did she, what had really left her soaked.

We moved a little away and got into the water, taking off our swimsuits so we could swim naked like we had other times. I liked being like that, even if it was awkward in front of her; inside the water, though, shyness disappeared. The good part came later, when Raúl said he was going down to the village to buy bread and fruit. As soon as the car started down the hill, Carla got up, pulled down her panties in front of me until she was as naked as I was, and got into the water beside me, splashing me, laughing, much less serious than she was with her husband present.

It was crystal clear: she didn’t want to do anything with Raúl around. I went along with it, and when she got too playful I pressed myself against her and cornered her against the side of the pool.

“Surrender or I’ll drown you right now,” I warned her.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenged.

“I would, unless you pay the ransom.”

She held my gaze while I brought my face close to hers, until our lips brushed in a brief kiss. She didn’t reject it. I didn’t want to prolong it, so as not to overdo the first time and ruin everything. It was she who came looking for me again: she hugged me tightly, pressed her mouth to mine, and kept it there until she left me almost breathless. She slipped her tongue between my lips, tangled it with mine, sucked my whole mouth as if she wanted to empty me out. In that position I could barely move my arms, so I slid my hands from her shoulders down to her waist, and a little farther, pulling her against me, grabbing her ass with both hands and digging my fingers into the firm flesh of her cheeks.

I felt her chest flatten against mine, and she no doubt felt how hard I was despite the cold water, because she slid her hand between our two bodies until she barely brushed me with her fingertips, not yet taking me fully in hand. She ran one finger the length of my cock, from the base to the head, then back down again. Then she closed her hand around it and squeezed, weighing me without hurry, like someone estimating what will fit next. She opened her mouth to look at me, with a wicked smile.

“Is this in my honor?” she asked, not letting go.

“I’m afraid so.”

“Well. I hadn’t realized I made that kind of impression on you. I’ll have to be more careful.”

“Not for my sake, don’t be. It’s good like this.”

“So you’re bold too,” she laughed.

She jacked me two or three times under the water, slowly, until a hoarse groan slipped out of me, and then she let go all at once. I took the opportunity to slide one hand between her thighs: I stroked her cunt over the top, found the lips parted by the warm water, and sank my middle finger all the way in. She was drenched inside, much hotter than the pool water. Her head tipped back, she closed her eyes for an instant and let out a gasp she silenced herself by biting her lip. I put in a second finger and found her clit with my thumb, tracing slow circles. She opened her legs a little more, leaning into me, and for almost a minute she let me do it, moving her hips against my hand as if she wanted to come right there and then. When she noticed I was starting to lower my mouth toward her tits, she opened her eyes, remembered where we were, and got out of the water.

She left me standing there, completely aroused and with much clearer ideas about what could happen between us. Curiously, she pulled her panties back on and stretched out in the sun just as the sound of the car engine coming up the hill rang out in the distance. I only had time to get out and lie face down on my towel, pressing my hard cock against the fabric to hide it, before Raúl appeared carrying bags.

“Have you behaved yourselves in my absence?” he tossed out, already wearing his swimsuit.

It sounded like an innocent remark, but it made me uneasy. I pretended to be asleep and didn’t answer. Carla just grunted that lazy kind of assent she used when she didn’t want to talk.

That night we went back to the village for a drink after dinner. It was Saturday and we preferred to eat at home rather than fight for a table. I was disappointed she didn’t wear the open dress from the night before, but instead a discreet skirt above the knee and a short-sleeved white blouse. The surprise came when she sat down across from me, with the table between her and Raúl. Inevitably, the skirt rode up every time she leaned forward to reach her glass, until her brown thighs were almost entirely bare, as if she were wearing shorts.

And then I wasn’t surprised that, when she spread her legs just a little, she put everything on display for me. Once again she had decided to go out without underwear, offering me the show, smiling happily at my eyes. I saw her whole cunt, shaved lips still a little swollen from the pool, shining with a wetness that wasn’t water. What was truly filthy wasn’t that I could look— I’d already done that with my face a foot away in the pool— but that I was doing it there, in public, not caring about the curious people at the nearby tables who were also watching, not missing a detail.

We chatted, and I’d be unable to say about what. My mind was on the games of shadow beneath that scant skirt, on the warm, soft skin of her thighs, on the ease with which she showed her sex to anyone who wanted to see it. I found my voice again when we left the square, while the strangers looked back with the disappointment of the show ending so soon. Carla walked arm in arm with both of us, flirtatious and happy, the skirt back in place, hiding that body I could no longer get out of my head.

We talked a little longer on the terrace and turned in early, each to our own room. They kept talking; I went to the far end of the house, to my bed and my dreams. I couldn’t sleep. I imagined her up on a table in the square, letting a stranger motion for her to turn around slowly, without touching her, just looking at her, while everyone else held their breath. In that reverie, with my hand under the sheet jerking off slowly, fingers brushed my face.

I opened my eyes slowly. There she was, just like in my dream, with a mischievous smile, makeup gone now, fresh and smelling of clean cologne. She took off her underwear, let it fall to one side, and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Poor thing. What a bad night ahead with that hard thing down there. Doesn’t it hurt?” she whispered.

By then it was crystal clear that Carla wanted a war and didn’t care that her husband was sleeping in the next room. She had been provoking me since the first night; nobody goes down to the village without underwear out of habit. All of that spectacle had been in my honor. Even so, I decided to go slowly, in case I slipped now that everything seemed so easy.

I pulled the sheet back myself and showed her my hard cock, rigid against my belly, shiny at the tip.

“See what you’ve done to it,” I murmured. “It’s been like this all afternoon.”

“What a waste,” she replied, and lowered her hand.

She grabbed it by the base with her cold fingers, weighed it, licked her lips, and pumped me slowly, looking me in the eyes, squeezing each time she reached the head. A thread of fluid slipped out of me and she caught it with her thumb, brought it to her mouth, and sucked it without taking her eyes off me, as if tasting dessert. Then she bent down and licked my cock from bottom to top, flattening her tongue, coating me in saliva from the base to the tip. She took the head into her mouth, sucked hard, and slid down, swallowing me to the hilt. I felt it bump against her palate, her throat open for an instant to let me pass, then come back up slowly, her lips pressed tight all the way up my cock. She repeated the movement again, and again, sucking me with a slow, deep rhythm, using her hand at the base, making noise, with absolutely no shame. The house was in complete silence and the slurping of her mouth sounded obscene, incriminating, but neither of us cared.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and set the rhythm, pushing her head down whenever she came up. She let me guide her, moaning with my cock full in her mouth, with her throat full. When she felt my thighs tense and knew I was about to come, she yanked my cock out of her mouth, squeezed the base with two fingers, and smiled.

“Not yet. I want to feel it inside.”

I slid one hand up to her breast and stroked it gently, feeling it respond under my touch. I lifted her shirt over her tits and lowered my mouth to one nipple. I sucked it, bit it without biting down, pulled at it with my lips and moved to the other. She arched her back, offering herself. I slipped my arm around her back and drew her over me to kiss her neck, her shoulder, while she straddled my hip with her legs open. I felt her soaked cunt press against my belly, leaving a hot trail when she rubbed herself once, twice, finding the position on her own.

I brought my hand down between our bodies and parted her cunt lips with two fingers. She was so wet it ran down my wrist. I sank my middle finger in all the way, then two, and searched for the spot inside while my thumb worked her clit. She moved over my hand as if she wanted to ride it, biting her fist to keep from shouting, shaking her hips with every thrust of my fingers.

“Put it in already,” she panted in my ear. “I can’t take it anymore.”

I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her ass a little, and guided my cock to the entrance. She let herself sink down on it slowly, taking me in centimeter by centimeter, her mouth open in a silent O of pure pleasure. When she had me all the way inside, she stayed still for a second, tightening around me with her muscles, adjusting to my size. Then she started moving, first gently, going up and down with her hands braced on my chest, and soon faster, riding me hard, her tits bouncing in front of my face.

I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneaded them, pinched her nipples and she moaned louder than was prudent. She brought one hand to her mouth, bit it, kept moving. I put my hands on her hips and nailed her to me, thrusting up each time she came down, fucking her from below with my whole cock. The mattress creaked, her thighs slapped against mine with a wet smack on every blow, and the smell of sex filled everything.

I turned her over without pulling out, until I had her beneath me, face up, and lifted her legs, resting them on my shoulders. In that position my cock went in all the way, to the hilt, and each thrust tore a tight gasp from between her teeth. I fucked her like that for a good while, stopping now and then so I wouldn’t finish, pulling all the way out to shove it back in hard, watching her face twisted with pleasure, her mouth open, her eyes glassy.

“Turn over,” I said in her ear. “On all fours.”

She obeyed at once. She got on her hands and knees on the mattress, her ass lifted toward me, back arched, cunt open and shining between her thighs. I grabbed her cheeks with both hands, pulled them apart, and drove my cock back into her to the hilt in one single thrust. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle a cry. I took her by the hair, wound it around my fist, and started fucking her for real, with hard, noisy thrusts, my balls slapping against her wet cunt, her ass crushed against my pubic bone. I ran my thumb, damp with her own juices, over her asshole, pressing without going in, and that made her tremble from head to toe.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whispered into the pillow. “I’m coming, I’m coming now.”

I sped up. I grabbed her hips with both hands, drove her against me with every thrust, and shoved my cock all the way in again and again, giving her no rest. I felt her cunt closing around me, felt her starting to squeeze me from within in waves, and saw her melt completely, shaken by a long shudder that ran up her back from her ass to the nape of her neck. She stifled her orgasm by biting the pillowcase, moaning with her mouth shut, squeezing me so hard she almost spat me out.

Her face was beaded with sweat. She collapsed onto my chest, spent, her hair covering my face, her body warm and relaxed over mine. She still had me inside, and I felt the last tremors of her cunt milking me, searching me out. I didn’t dare move and didn’t want to seek out my own end. The first step had already been taken, and something told me there would be another chance. She confirmed it for me, panting in my ear:

“Tomorrow it’s your turn to come. In my mouth. I want to taste you all the way.”

A distant noise startled her. She pulled away at once, gathered her clothes from the floor, and with a brief kiss on the tip of my wet cock, left me alone, dazed and happy all at once. Then I heard the shower water and imagined her cleaning herself, washing away the trace of that night, the semen that hadn’t been there, the saliva that had, and the wetness of her own cunt. Then came low voices, a whisper, silence. Tomorrow I’d know what had gone through her head to invent such a strange and arousing night. For now it was enough to know that Raúl’s game had slipped out of his hands, and that the prize had been all mine.