The Poker Game Ended With Me Between His Friends
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 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.
Connor didn’t speak a word of Spanish, so when I started stripping my wife in front of him, he didn’t understand a thing until it was already too late to leave.
They went in looking for a new dildo and ended up kneeling in a dark booth, not knowing how many hands were touching her or how many mouths were waiting their turn.
Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.
I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, giving myself to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.
I let them walk ahead so I could stare without pretending otherwise. I never imagined that, before noon, they would beckon me from behind the palm trees.
That swimsuit barely covered them, and each day the pool showed a little more skin. No one suspected how far the neighbors would go when the last garment fell.
I let my guard down for a second and Renata had already locked the door. She knew my secret, and she intended to use it to get exactly what she wanted from me.
I woke up with Lina rubbing cream into my back; none of us imagined that by that morning at the pool we’d be six bodies with no rules or shame.
My wife swore she'd never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.
I told Ingrid how an Austrian photographed me naked on the beach, never imagining the story would lead us to live it together.
She kissed my neck, looked me in the eye, and let out the sentence she’d been holding back for weeks. It wasn’t a question: it was an invitation to break every rule.
I told her to go in alone, as if she didn’t know me, and to do whatever she wanted if she found something she liked. I had no idea how far she was willing to go that afternoon.
My wife always fantasized about another man having her in front of me. That afternoon, at a lonely stop on the highway, a stranger asked for a light and everything stopped being a game.
I agreed to his fantasy thinking it was a gift for him. What neither of them imagined is that that night I’d discover exactly what I wanted... and stop settling.
I lit the fuse and shut them both inside an empty apartment. Now my husband begs to watch what comes next, while my brother-in-law has signed a blank check without knowing what awaits him.
I set just one rule: I decided what would happen and how far it would go. Neither of them had any idea how far I intended to take that night.
There was only one thing they were forbidden to do to me, and it was exactly the one thing I wanted while they used me for an entire month.
Noelia looked at us over her glass of cava and asked the question no one expected: how did we manage our sex life after so many years together?