Oral

I got into the car expecting an afternoon with him, but there was someone else in the back seat, and I immediately knew where this was going.

I’d been cleaning that huge house for eight months. I never imagined what that married couple was hiding behind the row of shoes, or how far I’d go for tuition.

When he whispered, “Go, press yourself against him,” I knew we wouldn’t be going home alone that night. And part of me had been wanting it for weeks.

I went upstairs still carrying the smell of the hospital on my skin. The half-open door, the warm light, her silk nightgown. No words were needed: I already knew how the night would end.

I shared a flat with two university girls who went around the house half-naked with no shame in front of me. It took me weeks to understand why.

I had watched her go from shy boy to stunning woman. That hot afternoon, with the pizza cooling on the table, she was the one who leaned in and kissed me first.

Carla whispered her darkest fantasy to me, and weeks later I watched her kneeling before the man we had both chosen without ever saying it aloud.

As soon as we closed the door, we came at each other urgently. Then he asked me in my ear if I could picture the two of us together, and that night changed everything.

When I asked for a full waxing, she arched a brow and her smile stopped being professional. The wax and her fingers soon became one.

When his number appeared on my wife’s phone screen, I knew the night would end with all three of us tangled up on the sofa. And my wife knew it too.

I went up to her apartment convinced the most imposing woman I’d ever seen was waiting for me. I had no idea the night had only just begun—or who else was sleeping at the end of the hall.

Every time I got up for the lighter he caught me looking, and my boyfriend smiled like he already knew how that night was going to end.

I won the hand and, for the first time, had both of them at my mercy. My husband and our guest, waiting for my order. And I already knew what I was going to ask them to do.

Ramiro texted me that he’d decide in the moment whether he wanted the happy ending. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go that Thursday afternoon.

At four in the morning, while he was making love to me, my husband whispered my coworker’s name. And I, in the dark, smiled.

I set just one rule: I decided what would happen and how far it would go. Neither of them had any idea how far I intended to take that night.

I tied the blindfold on carefully and told her to just feel. She had no idea someone else was waiting behind the curtain for her turn.

Sebastián was late that night, so Valeria and Mateo had dinner alone. Between the wine and the silence, they both confessed something neither of them could yet name.

I posted an ad looking for two discreet gentlemen. When I opened the suite door and saw them waiting, I knew that night would have no limits.

Three months alone with her daughter and a cold bed. When a message offered her a summer away from everything, she never imagined two men were waiting there.