Anal

Ámbar had accepted the master’s rules: no pleasure until they returned from the trip. What he didn’t know was which of the two women would have the last word.

Every Christmas we hid our secret under modest clothing. This year I opened the door with my wife kneeling and bound in the living room, waiting for the guests.

The message had three lines: “In thirty minutes. Undress before you come in.” And the most feared commander at headquarters knew she was his again.

When I walked into that attic with the ropes hanging from the beams, I understood that night would no longer belong to me.

She kept the card for weeks, telling herself she would never go. One Friday afternoon, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she put on her best dress and walked through that door.

Adrián woke tied to the gurney in the infirmary, with swollen testicles and three women deciding how much pain he deserved that night.

She handcuffed me in my swim trunks on a false accusation, but when she squeezed me to force a confession, she discovered pain didn't scare me. And she needed someone like that.

I crossed the hotel door knowing that night I would stop being me. Three strangers were waiting with a poured drink and no intention of handling me gently.

He stood with his legs spread and his hands behind his back, trembling. He had spent months dreaming of that moment, and she still hadn’t even looked at him.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

When the door opened again, Rubén understood the night before had only been the beginning of what those women meant to do to him.

The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.

My husband slept through the afternoon while I walked the sand searching for the three men I’d been imagining for two days. I wasn’t coming back without them.

The waitress had been watching me all through dinner. What I didn’t imagine was that she and her coworkers were waiting for us in the dark among the trees on the beach.

We asked for the massage together so we wouldn’t be separated. What we didn’t know was that those four extra hands planned to stay until dawn.

Carmen had planned everything: the basement showers, the nervous couples, and one rule only—no one was allowed to just watch from the outside.

I went downstairs dressed to serve them drinks, but everyone in that room knew the real prize of the game wasn’t on the table—it was in their hands.

I lifted my dress step by step while they followed me up the stairs. By the time we reached my room, there was nothing left to hide.

I knew two strangers were watching me from the terrace above. What I never imagined was that by that same afternoon I’d have them and their sister in our bed.

I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them come in one after another while I lost count.