39
At nine in the evening, after that stupendous shower experience (which I’m sure everyone in the world heard), we go down hand in hand to the living room. There we find Frida and Andrés making out, but they stop when they see us.
We all go to the dining room and sit down around a marvelous table. Eric holds my chair for me and sits beside me. He looks happy. This is his world, and it’s obvious he’s comfortable here. The staff pours us wine and then serves an exquisite lobster. Eric orders a Coke for me. Between laughter and conversation, we finish the first course, and then they serve us the second, a delicious meat dish. After we’re done with the last treat, a heavenly ice cream they offer us as dessert, Frida suggests we go out to the garden.
After attending to a phone call, Eric comes and sits by my side. I feel his constant caresses and notice he’s more introspective than he was just minutes ago. Even so, we talk into the wee hours of the morning, when we all decide to turn in.
The sun pierces the giant window in our room when I wake up the next day. I’m alone in the room, and I stretch out on the bed. The sheets smell of Eric, and that pleases me. Remembering how he made love to me the night before excites me, revs me up, but instead of going down that road, I get up, go to the bathroom, and wash up.
As I get dressed, I hear a buzz. It’s Eric’s cell. I find it on the nightstand and see Betta on the screen. That name again.
As I arrive in the living room, I hear Andrés, Frida, and Eric laughing, but I’m surprised to find another man and woman with them. They introduce me to Frida’s parents, who have come to take Glen with them on vacation. I give Eric his cell and tell him he had a call from a certain Betta. He nods, puts it away in his pant pocket, and goes on like normal. Frida’s parents and baby Glen will leave tonight.
When I wake up the next morning, I am once more alone in the bed. After I brush my teeth, I go out to the pool. Andrés grabs me and throws me in the water. We all laugh and have a good time. At about two in the afternoon, the four of us take Andrés’s car to go shopping in Cádiz. We have just received an invitation to a Roaring Twenties theme party, and we have to buy something to wear.
We get home at around one in the morning and go sit out on the gorgeous terrace. I like to feel Eric so close, so receptive, so attentive to me. Andrés goes to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of champagne. After that first one, there’s a second, which I drink more slowly but enjoy nonetheless.
Frida and Andrés are incredible hosts. They want us to feel at home, and the warm welcome they give us ensures that we do. At about three o’clock in the morning, it’s really hot, and Frida suggests we take a dip in the pool.
I immediately accept and rush up to the room to put on my bikini. When I come down, Frida is already in the water with Andrés, and Eric is waiting for me at the edge of the pool. As soon as I come near him, he grabs me to throw me in, but I take us both down in a big splash. Between laughing and partying, we hang out for a bit until Frida and I go sit on the pool’s wide steps while Eric and Andrés swim laps.
When the guys come back to join us, Andrés locks on to Frida’s foot and drags her out to the middle of the pool. She protests, but two seconds later, she is laughing uproariously. Playfully, Eric takes me in his arms and has me straddle him.
The water comes up to about our waists, and soon his hands are sneaking under my bikini and touching me. Nervous, I give him a scolding look, and he laughs.
“Eric!” I say in reprimand. “Don’t do that. They can see us.”
His answer is a torrid kiss that quickly warms my soul. His mouth and hands already have me at the prelaunch point he likes so much.
“Calm down, sweetness,” he whispers, while taking a quick look at our hosts. “Neither Andrés nor Frida is going to freak out about this.”
Curious, I follow his gaze to the other couple and see them ardently kissing. In fact, I see Andrés unbutton the top of Frida’s bikini and let it float away on the surface of the water. I quickly come back to Eric, hoping for an explanation.
“Yes, little girl . . . they like to play too.”
I start to shiver when the other two come up to us, and it’s not from the cold. Frida is frisky and gets out of the pool. She sits on the edge next to us, her breasts shiny and slippery, while Andrés comes up behind me and puts his hands on my waist. Seeing the expression on my face, Eric shakes his head; Andrés lets go immediately and gets out of the pool. He kisses Frida, and they both disappear into the chalet.
I don’t know what to do with myself, but I feel my vagina becoming slick and opening inside.
Noticing how tense I am, Eric gets up from the steps and, without letting me go, swims to the middle of the pool. I desperately hold on to him.
“Relax, sweetness. When you’re with me, you’ll never do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Do they,” I whisper, “play the same games you play?”
“Yes.”
“And . . . ?”
“Jude, you have to understand what I told you a while back. Sex is just sex. Frida and Andrés are a very committed couple who have a very clear understanding about what they like sexually. Together, we’ve gone to swingers’ clubs and have enjoyed trios and orgies. But when they come home, they continue being themselves. Andrés and Frida. A couple. The three of us love to play the game, to be curious and experiment, but once it’s over, we respect one another as people. As a matter of fact, the party we’re invited to tomorrow is . . .”
“A party where everybody plays, right?”
“If you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.”
For a while, we both stay quiet until we float back to the steps.
“Here,” he says, and takes my hand, “let’s get into the Jacuzzi.”
I follow him.
“It’s so warm,” I whisper as I wade in.
“It’s too hot.” Eric presses a few buttons, and seconds later, the water cools.
We’re quiet while bubbles burst around us, until he draws me to him again and has me straddle him anew.
“See what you do to me?” he says as he squeezes my sex against his penis.
“Yes.” I smile, but I can’t help it and have to ask, “What would you have liked to have happened in the pool?”
He leans his head back.
“Oh . . . love. I would have liked for many things to have happened.”
“Such as?” I press.
Eric raises his chin.
“Mmm . . . I would have probably liked to see you and Frida together. I like the way women do things. It excites me to look at them.”
“What about men?”
“Men don’t do much for me.”
That amuses me.
“I was asking if your fantasies only include women.”
“No, my fantasies are broader. I adore seeing two women making love, although I like to share them later with other men.”
“And do you see yourself sharing me with other men?”
“If you’d like, yes,” he says, smiling.
Just talking about it excites me. It arouses me much more than imagining myself with another woman. Eric looks right at me.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, and if you ask, I will share you. But when the moment comes, I will be the one in charge of the game. You’re mine, and I want that to be very clear.”
“You said you and Andrés have played with Frida?” I whisper. I’m getting restless.
“Yes.” He brings his mouth near my ear. “Do you want me to share you with another man?”
Just imagining it arouses me, disturbs me, stimulates me.
“Eric . . .”
“Oh . . . little girl, I think I’m going to have to tie you up pretty soon. You’re much more curious than I imagined, but I like your curiosity; it drives me crazy.”
That makes me laugh. I offer him my mouth, which he eagerly takes.
“If we go to that party tomorrow, what’s going to happen?”
“Whatever you want.”
“But . . . but once there . . .”
“People go there to do what they’ll do, sweetness. Everyone’s looking for the same thing: sex. If you want, you’ll have sex. You can look or you can take part; it all depends on you.”
“And you . . . what do you want?”
Eric presses his mouth to my neck.
“After this very interesting conversation, which has me hard as a rock, what I’m going to want to do is to fuck you and for them to fuck you. I adore your expression when you come. And since now I know what gets you going, I want to offer your breasts, your sex, and to watch.”
Everything he says provokes the desired effect in me. Now I want to play out any of those fantasies. My breathing is heated; Eric is loving this.
“Your body is telling me to ask you anything. And I know that, right now, you’d do anything I ask because you’re so inflamed, you’re so hot that you want it this minute, right?”
“Yes,” I confess. He gets up and offers me his hand.
“C’mon, come with me.”
I don’t doubt him for a minute. I take his hand, and we leave the Jacuzzi.
He grabs a towel and wraps it around my body. He dries me with astonishing tenderness.
“Jude . . . you have to understand that I will never do anything without your consent.”
“I’m afraid of the unknown, but I do want to explore by your side.”
My answer seems to please him, and he kisses me. We walk back into the house together. Instead of taking me up to our room, he turns us down a different hallway. Suddenly, I hear panting, and when we get to a half-open door, he stops.
“Andrés and Frida are in here. Do you want to go in?”
I nod. “Just as long as you don’t leave my side,” I murmur.
“Have no doubt about that, love. You’re mine.”
I love his dominance. When we enter the room, my breathing becomes irregular again. I’m nervous, worked up but also afraid. I spy a round bed in the middle of an enormous blue room. There’s music, and Frida and Andrés are sixty-nining. When they notice us, they stop what they’re doing and look at us. Eric closes the door and takes the towel from around me. I’m trembling.
“You decide, Jude.”
His voice brings me back to reality.
“I want to play,” I say as the other two continue to gaze at us.
Eric kisses me. Then he looks over at Andrés, who’s nude and gets up from the bed. He circles us and comes around to my back. I just look at Eric as his friend unbuttons my bikini top and pulls it off.
My breasts graze Eric’s chest, and my nipples quickly harden. My Adonis doesn’t take his eyes off me. He’s serious and unruffled.
“Andrés, take off her bikini bottom,” he says, directing his friend.
His voice electrifies me. And when I feel Andrés’s fingers pull my bikini bottom down, I gasp. I sense his breath on my ass, and that gives me goose bumps.
Once I am nude, my arousal is such that all fear has disappeared and I’m primed to experiment. Eric grins because he knows I’m ready.
“Can I touch her?” asks Andrés behind my back.
Eric looks at me and I nod.
“Yes,” Eric responds.
An instant later, Andrés’s hands are all over my body. He touches my breasts, my waist. When his fingers arrive at my sex, he buries one of them, and I gasp again. Then Frida replaces Eric. She squats, makes me open my legs, and her mouth goes directly to my sex.
I close my eyes. My legs are shaking, and Andrés and Frida touch me and enjoy me. Looking on, Eric brings his mouth to me and whispers, “Yes . . . like that . . . enjoy yourself for me.”
For a few minutes, I feel like a piece of candy. Four hands are all over my body, and two mouths strive to make me shudder while Eric watches, his eyes shiny with lust. Suddenly, Eric touches Frida’s head, and she stops touching me. She turns around and starts caressing his body. She dips her hand in his bathing suit, extracts his penis, and brings it to her mouth. She begins to lick its full length.
I’m so excited, I can’t stop looking. All the while, Andrés is biting my nipples. Frida is enjoying what she’s doing, licking Eric’s penis as if it were an ice-cream cone. She takes it completely in her mouth and begins to play with his testicles. I watch, and the heat in me intensifies. I shift a little to make Andrés’s task easier; I offer him my breasts so he can enjoy the banquet.
Eric’s body shakes, and I pant.
“Let’s go to the bed,” he says.
The four of us make our way over. Eric takes off his bathing suit, and his lubricious penis is hard and aching to play. Andrés places himself in front of his wife. Eric finally puts himself in front of me. Frida deposits a white, square box between the two of us.
“What would you like to play?”
There’s a knot in my throat. I don’t know what to say.
“Something easy,” says Eric.
Frida and Andrés nod. She peers inside the box and brings out two vibrators like the one Eric gave me.
“They’re clean, love. Hygiene above all.”
I nod and take one.
Eric bends my legs and opens my knees. My sex is hot, wet, and throbbing.
“Masturbate for me, love,” Eric says to me.
“And you for me, Frida,” Andrés pleads.
I automatically splay my legs wide open next to Frida and in front of Eric and Andrés. I place the vibrator at my wet slit and turn it on. The vibration, the wetness, and my excitement demand more, so I jack it up. I’m burning. I’m hot and feel like I’m going to explode.
Sitting between my legs, Eric watches and puts on a condom. I can read the need in his face; he wants me to come for him. I turn up the vibrator’s intensity, and its charge makes me arch my back and cry out. A loud gasp by my side reminds me Frida is in the same situation, and that turns me on even more, especially when Andrés removes the vibrator and penetrates her. Her panting turns into screams, and that urges me on. To have two people beside me making love is totally new to me, and I can’t stop looking until they come and their screaming turns to whimpers.
Eric can’t take his eyes off me. He’s as out of his mind as I am.
“Andrés, offer Jude to me,” he says, surprising me.
Suddenly, I feel when Andrés gets up and sits on the edge of the bed.
“Come here,” he says. “Sit on me.”
Without really understanding what he means, I get up and go to sit facing him. But he turns me around, in Eric’s direction.
“Lean on me,” he whispers in my ear. “Put your feet on the bed and open your legs. I’ll hold your thighs so Eric can enter you.”
Completely turned on by the moment, I do what he says. I feel his penis on my butt as he opens my thighs. Eric comes up between my legs, and he grabs my ass. He slowly nudges his hard penis into me while Andrés holds down my legs and opens me up for him. After Eric pushes into me, I whimper and Eric is quiet.
“This is what it means to offer yourself to somebody,” he says. “Do you like the feeling?”
“Yes . . . yes . . .”
“This is how I’ll offer you to other men,” he whispers as he continues fucking me. “I’ll open your thighs to give them access to you whenever I want. What do you think?”
“Yes . . . yes . . . ,” I say, panting madly.
He devours my mouth.
“Later, perhaps Eric will offer you, and it will be Frida or me who fucks you,” says Andrés.
His words incite me even more as I feel Eric’s penis, hard as a rock, inside me. Eric moves his hips and I gasp. He fills me completely and then starts to move back and forth.
“Do you like it, Judith?” asks Andrés.
“Yes . . . oh . . . my God.”
What I’m feeling in this moment is so deep and marvelous. Eric continues while Andrés goes on making an offering of me. Frida watches while she masturbates with a vibrator. I bite my lips.
“Come on, baby . . . ,” says Eric suddenly. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
When he sees that I don’t have a response, Eric slaps me on the ass and pushes more of himself inside me.
I stammer, “Fast . . . hard.”
“Like this, sweetness?” He accelerates and probes even deeper.
“Yes . . . yes . . .”
He moves his hips like a piston, and I scream. The intensity of his moves increases second by second, penetration by penetration, as does my pleasure. The heat makes me moan. Eric turns his hips and launches himself into me one last time, and we both come.
After that initial round, there are two more, which I enjoy like a madwoman. I can’t help but see how much Eric loves to offer and fuck me. He has made me see a new world, and all I want to do is enjoy it.
That night, finally alone in our room, Eric holds me. My legs are still shaking, and I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I also remember that Fernando said he loves me exclusively but Eric doesn’t. That bothers me. But all kinds of images from today are running through my mind, and my sex shudders. Suddenly, I feel Eric’s mouth on my forehead; he’s giving me little kisses that feel wonderful. Eric is sweet and possessive, and I like that. He has utterly charmed me. We haven’t talked about what happened. It isn’t necessary. Our eyes speak for us, and there is no need for questions or explanations. Everything we did was an indulgence, and we loved everything we did. Finally exhausted, I fall asleep in his arms.