Three Strangers and Me on a Caribbean Beach
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.
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.
I arrived in a black dress and the idea of a quick, easy night. By 3 a.m. I wasn’t counting bottles or the hands running over my back anymore.
The moment I set foot on the stairs, hands grabbed my hips from behind. That day, pleasure started before coffee even did.
I took the blue pill before leaving the locker room because I knew what was coming. What I didn’t know was how far Romina and I would go that night.
I thought it would be a day at sea with friends. I didn’t count on the deckhand who couldn’t keep his eyes off me, or on everything that came after.
Her mouth around my cock woke me up, and I knew the second day in the beach house was going to be even longer than the first.
When Renata went barefoot into the kitchen at dawn, she never imagined her husband would watch from the doorway, or that morning would change everything between all four of them.
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.
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 went down to the kitchen practically naked, with three strangers kneeling in my living room and my partner on the other side of the wall. What I didn’t know was that he was recording everything.
She told her husband she’d sleep at a friend’s house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening to the line forming outside.
Adrián called us asking for a favor, but the real surprise began in our hotel room, long before the six-person dinner he had planned.
We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.
I chose her dress myself: white, tight, and with nothing underneath. I wanted her to be the most desired woman at dinner, and I had no idea how far that night would take us.
The gas was almost invisible, but its effects were not. In seconds, the uniform stopped being armor and became something that burned the skin from the inside.