Oral

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.

Marina blindfolded me and whispered that I should choose that night. Three women watched me from the terrace’s shadows, and my heart beat like a drum.

When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.

We had arranged to be five that summer afternoon. At seven the phone rang, one of us wasn’t coming, and yet we still opened the door to two strangers.

She only set one condition: if he didn’t appeal to her, nothing would happen. What I didn’t expect was that, by the end of the night, she’d be the one leaving me alone with the other woman.

The plan was just to have coffee and get to know each other. But the moment they took Lucía out for a drive, I knew that afternoon wasn’t going to end there.

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’d been fantasizing about dogging for years, but I never imagined she’d be the one to lead me to the far end of that industrial estate, with a surprise waiting in the hedges.

I got on the bike not knowing how to ride and got off it a different man. But what really changed me happened afterward, in the sand, away from prying eyes... or so I thought.

Lucía never got her vacation goodbye, and one look at the flight attendant was enough to make her decide to collect it before they landed back home.

I agreed for his sake, not knowing that crossing that door would change my idea of pleasure. That night I stopped being only his.

When Marina led them to the sofa and told them to start nice and slow, I knew that dinner with the gym couple would not end like any other night.

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.

Marcos and Nadia had only ever done it with us. That night, blindfolded and with the neighbors on the way, they would discover how far they were willing to go.

They’d come looking for action and the club was dead. Until a shy couple showed up, not knowing what they’d walked into.

When Sonia closed the cabin door and my wife stepped into the one across the hall, I knew that night would cross a line with no turning back.

I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.

Mariana adjusted the straps in front of the mirror while Esteban smiled from the sofa. That night he had invited someone else, and he wasn’t planning to tell her yet.

Three chairs in the middle of the living room, four women circling, and the music about to stop: the one left standing that round got nothing.