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, yielding to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.
I let them walk ahead so I could stare without hiding it. I never imagined that, before noon, the two of them would call me over 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 would never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.