Female Friends

My friend left the treatment table smiling, leaving me alone with an esthetician who touched me far too well for it to be only a wax.

We got into the car laughing on Friday, but when she locked the doors, I realized the game was serious—and we were no longer in charge.

When I arrived at that house, I never imagined I’d end up naked among mature women, expert tongues, and a guest watching from the doorway.

When I knocked the trays to the floor, the door opened, and everything we'd planned turned into an afternoon far dirtier than expected.

After their shift, their glances were no longer innocent; when I closed my bedroom door, I knew that first time wouldn't end with a simple kiss.

We went upstairs for a glass of water when we heard moans from the bedroom. That half-open door changed everything that Saturday afternoon at Renata’s house.

My neighbor came home at dawn with trembling legs and an indecent smile; when she told me about the club, I couldn’t stop imagining it.

He arrived begging over another woman and ended up on his knees between us, not realizing when he stopped pleading and started truly wanting.

Nuria messaged me in the afternoon: “Elena’s coming from Bilbao for a couple of days. Dinner at home. I think you’d like to meet her.” There was no need to ask anything else.

One smile by the sea was all it took for me to know I wouldn't be sleeping peacefully that night.

They promised me “all their attention” after lunch, and when I closed the bedroom door, I realized they planned to torment me before letting me fuck them.

When she told me she had never seen a cock, I knew she would not return home that night the same woman.

It began with a provocation in the kitchen; hours later, I slipped into her bed, determined to show her with my tongue and hands everything her husband never knew how to do.

When I woke up, all three women were naked beside my bed, smiling as if they had already decided how far they wanted to go with me.

My friend closed the door, looked at the men in the living room, and said that anyone who wanted to fuck should step forward. I was already wet before it began.

We traveled to reunite, but a few drinks, a steamy dance, and a confession ended with us fucking without restraint.

I asked her to arrive naked at the pool and left the door unlocked. Ten minutes later, I watched her cross the patio, her red hair shining in the pool light.

I got up on tiptoe to spy on the murmurs from the next room. Camila’s father wasn’t on the bed. Her mother was, on top of another woman.

I opened the door naked, my body still marked by the previous night’s party, and his gaze told me he had come to use me until he was empty.

She drove in silence while he touched me in the back seat, and I understood that there was no turning back from that favor.