Our Girls’ Weekend Turned Into a Threesome
When that green-eyed girl came into the bar, I was the only one who noticed the detail the others missed. By that same night, she was in our bed.
When that green-eyed girl came into the bar, I was the only one who noticed the detail the others missed. By that same night, she was in our bed.
I came out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel and crossed the living room slowly, knowing both men’s eyes would follow me to the bedroom.
Amid the smoke and the crowd’s screams, Soledad no longer knew where she ended and her daughter began. She only knew she didn’t want the night to end.
I went back to the chalet thinking it was all over, and found the pool full of bodies, cups on the ground, and the panther waiting for me in the water with a smile that said it all.
I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.
Four women, nine men, and a cabin with a pool. I got in the van knowing something was going to happen, but not that I’d give myself to all of them without thinking twice.
I secretly wrote the ad, chose the candidates one by one, and booked the suite. All that was left was for her to walk through that door and discover her real gift.
My wife went down to the airplane bathroom behind the flight attendant and came back tousled, with a confession that left me hard and wanting more.
At the café, they dared each other over laughs: each would pick a man that very afternoon. Neither imagined the bet would end in the same bed.
Iván and Lucía were the new ones in the building, the youngest, the ones still learning. That night we showed them that in our group, nobody was left wanting.
The taxi dropped me in front of a huge gate and a guard was waiting for me. I still had no idea that night would turn me from a guest into the game.
I arrived at that apartment thinking about a glass of wine and a conversation. I had no idea that afternoon would end with me giving myself to three men at once.
We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.
We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we convinced ourselves. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting for us naked.
We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.
When the Marshal’s shot rang out, I knew it would be our last night. What I never imagined was what the party would become once the lights went out.
Five men, an empty bus, and a route that veered off course. I recognized every face and knew that night I wasn’t getting home early.
I walk in wearing the shortest skirt I own and high heels. They’re already on the sofa, waiting for me with their hands ready. And I, nervous, sit right in the middle.
When the whole town was asleep for siesta, Camila stood in the middle of the empty street, bit her lip, and asked which of the five wanted her first.
I thought it would just be another photo shoot. I had no idea the three of them would end up touching me at once—or that I’d let myself go without thinking of my husband.