Couple

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.

She came down the stairs in a black dress that barely covered her, and the two guests understood that this dinner would be unlike any other.

I secretly wrote the ad, chose the candidates one by one, and booked the suite. All that was left was for her to walk through that door and discover her real gift.

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.

I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.

—Just to watch —she whispered at the club door. But strangers’ hands were already seeking her skin, and I was unable to look away or stop it.

She left me breathless in front of the mirror, my clothes half straightened and a promise hanging in the air: this wasn’t over.

When I got to the bar, my wife was no longer alone: a stranger was caressing her waist, and the only thing I didn’t want was for her to stop.

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.

That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.

“What happens on the coast stays on the coast,” we told each other before crossing that curtain. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go without the other couple.

Nadia knelt in front of the glass wall knowing the neighbors in the garden next door wouldn’t miss a thing. And that was only the first afternoon.

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.

My wife had been asking me for weeks for carte blanche for one night. I never imagined our hosts had prepared a surprise that would leave all four of us breathless.

Nadia thought the passion with Andrés had burned out. That night, in front of two strangers and a twelve-sided die, she discovered how far she was willing to go.

When I entered that room and saw them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger I’d paid for.

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.

Her eyes shone in the dimness, fixed on me over her companion’s shoulder. She didn’t know me, but her gaze had already stripped me bare.

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.

We went to the ER for a strange pain, but the doctor’s examination turned into something else before my eyes, and I did nothing to stop it.