Couple

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 placed three thongs in the center of the table and announced that the prize for the game would be collected as dessert. None of us imagined where she meant 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 gone out. That night, facing two strangers and a twelve-sided die, she discovered how far she was willing to go.

When I walked into that room and saw the two of them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger who had paid for her.

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.

When Néstor opened the door looking for a partner, my girlfriend already had her hands where they shouldn’t be and an idea in her head that would change everything.

We agreed to act like two strangers on the sand: she would have to seduce me with the whole world watching, and I would have to endure without giving myself away.

We had never gone into a place like that. When that couple from the beach walked through the door and sat at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged to us alone.

We’d spent months fantasizing about taking the plunge. That night, in the living room of strangers, my wife looked at me before we crossed the point of no return.

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 I opened the hotel room door, it was too late to back out: she was on the bed, and he didn’t stop when our eyes met.

My wife swore she would never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.