My Wife Turned the Celebration into an Orgy
When Mariana came downstairs changed, followed by her friends, I knew that office gathering wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.
When Mariana came downstairs changed, followed by her friends, I knew that office gathering wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.
I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.
My wife went down to the airplane bathroom behind the flight attendant and came back tousled, with a confession that left me hard and wanting more.
We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.
That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.
When Lucía took off her bikini in front of me in their room, I realized that weekend at the beach was no longer going to be about sunbathing.
When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.
I had given Marina my word: that night I would only watch. But when he kissed her against the wall, I knew I couldn’t stay still in my chair.
I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.
My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.
Carla whispered her darkest fantasy to me, and weeks later I watched her kneeling before the man we had both chosen without ever saying it aloud.
As soon as we closed the door, we came at each other urgently. Then he asked me in my ear if I could picture the two of us together, and that night changed everything.
“Call her,” I said. “I want her to come, feel what she lost, and pay for last night’s message.” He swallowed and dialed her number without thinking twice.
Lorena opened the suitcase to help put away the clothes and found the toys. Her new cook was watching from the doorway, not a shred of shame on her face.
One of them pushed me against the wall while the other knelt without saying a word; I knew right away that I wasn’t leaving that apartment in one piece.
I knew it before either of them admitted it: every Thursday she made up a clumsy excuse, and I let her go, knowing exactly where and with whom.
Roberto had been on forced sexual dry spell for months. That night in Seville, Valeria promised to change the rules. No one expected what Natalia would do.
By the time the older brother walked through that door, it was already too late to regret anything. I was in that hotel between them, desire overpowering shame.
We’d been fantasizing about him for months. When he accepted our dinner invitation, we knew that night wouldn’t be about the master’s program only.
When Héctor put his hand on Sofía’s back and she didn’t pull away, I understood that this trip was going to be different from all the others.