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My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.

I left my phone at the entrance, set up my decks, and when night fell I understood why: half the garden was fucking without shame, and the hostess came straight for me.

When the whole town slept its siesta, Camila stood in the middle of the empty street, bit her lip, and asked which of the five would go first.

No one had ever given me a massage focused only on my breasts, much less with my four friends watching from the pool edge, waiting their turn.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

Lying in the sun after what had just happened, we heard them laughing at him for not daring to come over. And that was exactly what made us get up.

Bianca put three thongs in the middle of the table and announced that the game’s prize would be served to us as dessert. None of us imagined where she planned to serve it.

When I went downstairs naked for a coffee at midnight, I didn’t expect to find her in the kitchen, in a nightgown, with a confession that would change everything between us.

I came out of the bathroom and found her on her knees in front of him. Instead of stopping him, I sat in the chair across from them and decided to watch it to the end.

When she came out to the garage dressed like that, I knew I’d lose the bet. What I couldn’t imagine was how far that summer would go with her and her mother.

It was almost eleven when she walked through the door with that smile I knew too well, the same one she wore whenever something forbidden had just happened between her legs.

My wife was riding me, thinking about the neighbor while he, on the other side of the wall, was doing the same with his. It was only a matter of time before we stopped imagining it.

She was naked on her boyfriend’s lap, still flushed, when she said it with a half-smile: “Since we’ve started… we could keep going.” No one expected that from her.

I accepted the dinner knowing how it would end. What he didn’t know was that every touch in the dim light was part of a plan I made before I took my clothes off.

We had talked for weeks by message, but nothing prepared me to have them both before me by the sea, with all the rules ready to be broken.

I had the pen in my hand and a lifetime of debt on the table. All he asked in return was that I leave my pride at the door.

The motel terrace connected to his, and from the dimness a deep voice called me “pretty.” I should have gone inside and locked the door. I didn’t.

Almost nine at night, an empty campus, and a backpack forgotten in the bathrooms. I opened it only to find its owner. What I found inside changed everything.

I pulled down the jumpsuit zipper in the dim light, convinced I was alone. Then I felt the weight of a bony hand settling slowly on my knee.

He took off his sweat-soaked shirt in front of me, not knowing I’d heard everything from the shower. What I offered him that afternoon changed his idea of pleasure.