I Woke Up Without Remembering the Company Dinner Orgy
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.
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.
The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.
When Noa offered to put sunscreen on the captain, no one imagined that gesture would spark everything that followed in the hidden cove.
Carmen had planned everything: the basement showers, the nervous couples, and one rule only—no one was allowed to just watch from the outside.
When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.
She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.
We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.
The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.
My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and when I tried to understand what was happening there were already hands opening my legs.
I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would end with the three of us in something much bigger.
The moment I set foot on the stairs, hands grabbed my hips from behind. That day, pleasure started before coffee even did.
I didn’t open my eyes right away: I let those two tongues keep working on me, knowing this was only the beginning of a day when no one would be asking permission.
I was only going to watch, that’s what I told myself as I walked into the studio. But the camera kept clicking, and before I knew it, I was naked between them.
I was looking for silence and a garden. What I found was an entire family ready to share me, one after another, without any of them knowing about the others.
Bruno brought croissants and news that the family’s black sheep would be spending the weekend with us. I had no idea how far that afternoon would go.
I said no three times. By the fourth, I was already floating naked while several hands decided for me what was going to happen that night under the lights.
When the four women got into the water without their bikini tops, I knew nobody was going home that afternoon the same as before.
Damián backed away from the doorway with his pulse racing: what he had just seen among his friends would never leave his memory.
I wake up beside Lorena thinking about everything that’s happened this week, never imagining the last day would hold the most intense surprise of all.
When she opened her eyes and Damián’s bed was empty, she knew the night wasn’t over yet for anyone in that house.
When that green-eyed girl came into the bar, I was the only one who noticed the detail the others missed. By that same night, she was in our bed.
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.
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.
Iván and Lucía were the new ones in the building, the youngest, the ones still learning. That night we showed them that in our group, nobody was left wanting.
The taxi dropped me in front of a huge gate and a guard was waiting for me. I still had no idea that night would turn me from a guest into the game.
We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we convinced ourselves. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting for us naked.
Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.
I had never had a massage just on my breasts, much less with my four friends watching from the pool’s edge, waiting their turn.
In the car, the only light came from a distant streetlamp and a stranger who grabbed my ass the second I closed the door. The night had barely begun.
There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.
I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.
She trusted her blindly, which is why she didn’t ask where they were going when the car left the highway and headed for the coast with the professor in the back seat.
She came to buy my book and ended up sitting on my lap with her back to me. “Read it slowly, out loud,” I told her, while my fingers began sliding down her body.
One look in the supermarket was enough for me to leave the bags behind and follow her upstairs. I didn’t know her name, but I already wanted her.
Every time Noa looked away, Marina watched her in silence, convincing herself that staring at her best friend’s legs meant nothing.
She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.
I didn’t know anyone at that girls’ dinner, until she walked through the door and our eyes got stuck on each other over the plates.
I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.
For months we’d had breakfast together after dropping the kids off. That morning she seemed different, and what she texted me changed everything between us.
Since I was fifteen, I’d kept quiet about how badly I wanted to kiss her. Now, sitting across from me with that same smile, I wasn’t going to let the chance slip away again.
I’d gone three months without her hands, without her mouth, without her tits on mine. That night I poured a glass of wine, stripped naked, and decided pleasure didn’t have to wait for her return.
Renata was spreading tanning lotion over my breasts when she asked me whether I’d ever had a lover. I blushed like a little girl. I said no.
That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.
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.
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.
She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.
We arrived at the club after midnight, not really knowing what we were looking for. We knew when Mara got out of the water, looked at both of us, and smiled as if she already knew us.
When Lucía took off her bikini in front of me in their room, I understood that this beach weekend was no longer just about sunbathing.
I walked through the curtain convinced I was looking for a man. The hand that took mine in the darkness was soft, perfumed, and wouldn’t let go until everything changed.
When Lucía and I arrived at that house, what we saw in the living room left us breathless. I knew the night was only beginning, and neither of us wanted to leave.
We went down to the sauna without swimsuits and I understood that my wife and her cousin had already talked it all over: that mountain weekend was not going to be what we’d been told.
I never imagined that shy girl with glasses, who blushed at the mention of sex, would end up naked and eager in a tent lost in the desert.
The rule was simple: just watch, stay in our underwear, and nothing more. It lasted exactly until she put my hand on her breast and asked me to squeeze.
I knew I wanted to fuck him from the very first message. What I didn’t know was how far my husband would go when the three of us crossed into the private room.
We went up on the boat to fish and sunbathe. We came down as something else. What I saw at the bow still keeps me up at night.
I got up after making love and, almost without thinking, tried on my fingers what he’d left inside me. That night I understood how far I wanted to go.
It took me weeks to convince him, but the night Damián arrived with a bottle of cava, I understood my husband had wanted the same thing as me for a long time.
The rules were simple: the winner stayed tied up, the loser served, and in the end the two couples would decide who really ruled. No one planned to give in.