Luis79

When Carla took off her shirt and sat on my husband, I knew the game had crossed a line none of the four of us wanted to come back from.

Rodrigo had arranged everything in secret: the suite, the candles, Marcos waiting on the sofa. He only asked if I was ready before opening the door.

What began as a shared game became something neither of us had foreseen: a man who arrived as a guest and stayed with everything.

He called me a little slut the first time he saw me. The second time he begged me not to stop.

Marco was still holding his coffee when she looked him in the eyes and said she needed two men at once. Neither of them expected that morning to change the rules of the game.

Twelve people who had never met, a pool house in the country, and two nights with no clothes. I set it all up. No one left disappointed.