Fabiana_Med

We’d been talking about it for months and never dared. Then a couple invited us to a liberal spa one May afternoon, and Sofía walked through that door before I did.

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.

For weeks I passed in front of them, pretending to be afraid. That afternoon I took off my bra behind a bush and decided to let all six men do whatever they wanted to me.

We left the party at four in the morning thinking the night was over. In reality, in that huge house it was only just beginning.

I went up to the fifth floor expecting coffee and an explanation. She still had a report unfinished. I had no idea her lover was watching everything from the next office.

I went down the bathroom corridor when no one was looking. I heard his voice first, then hers. I didn’t open the door. I stood there, listening to my life break.

At five in the morning, with my wife’s friend smoking on my terrace, I knew I was going to tell him about the night she herself pushed me over the edge.

When I looked through the keyhole and saw her on her knees in front of him, I knew lust had defeated pride long before that night.

I’d been lying to Mateo for months, and when he understood that I knew everything, I didn’t fall apart. I put on the blue dress, left the house, and crossed the city to meet Adrián.

By my fifties, I thought nothing could shake me anymore. Then she walked into my son’s room with her hair tied up and a smile I wasn’t expecting.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

I lowered my face toward her and felt it immediately: a taste that wasn’t hers. I knew what had happened, but I said nothing. I kept going.

The chat was burning with lingerie photos and promises of fire. Six people, three couples, one cabin. What happened that weekend stayed between us.

The couples' game began as an innocent bet by the pool. By nightfall, none of them could quite remember where one body ended and the next began.

Marcos almost choked when I told him what I’d done. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined in six years together.

Diego looked at me that night and said it plainly: he wanted to see me with his best friend. I wasn’t scandalized. Curiosity won.

When I told my husband what I wanted for my birthday, he smiled and started making calls. A private casino night changed everything between us.

She opened the door in a white nightgown, barefoot. My girlfriend was asleep in the other room and my best friend was still on the terrace. I didn’t know how to move.

We had talked about it for months, as a fantasy. That night it stopped being fantasy. And sitting in that chair, I couldn’t look away for even a second.

The salesgirl assured me no one could see me. When the box fell, I was exposed to three strangers who had no intention of leaving.