Party

I felt a hand on my hip and a mouth in my ear: “You smell incredible.” When I turned around, it was her—the girl my friend had come to flirt with.

I never told her I liked women, or that she kept me up at night. But that midnight, alone by the pool, I was the one who dared to say what I felt.

I arrived single and bored, planning to leave early. Then the lambada started, and firm hands took my waist from behind.

I followed her on social media to get revenge on my ex, but ended up wanting her instead. Months later I saw her in the crowd and knew I wouldn't let her go.

We’d hated each other at the office for years, but that night, with my fourth margarita in hand, her thumb brushed my bare thigh and everything changed.

My husband handed me over to that man and spent his time filming while I took him for more than an hour. He wasn’t interested in my pussy—only my ass.

We’d been in the scene for months, but that night, between the dungeon and the club, I found out how far my wife could go when she truly let herself loose.

The bridegroom’s sister waited for me every night, but the real surprise came when my friend asked me for a favor neither of us would ever forget.

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.

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.

We went up with two bottles of champagne and the idea of spending a pleasant evening. No one told us the family across the hall understood dinner differently.

I’d never watched another couple fuck from a meter away. With my friend moaning in the next bed, I discovered that watching and being seen turned me on like nothing else.

The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.

The door was half open, and while I was spying on my friend with two strangers, a hand turned me by the waist. It was him. And he smiled at me as if we both already knew.

“Come at eleven to the north area of the parking lot. No words.” An anonymous note, a nun’s mask, and a woman who may not have been his waiting against the car.

Hugo showed us a video where no one knew who was touching whom. He said it was to defeat jealousy. I didn’t know the draw would leave me watching what I feared most.

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.

We wandered disguised as monks when the forest spat us out before an inn of generous flesh and bottomless wine; what happened inside could not be contained by penance.

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.

We were two girlfriends going away to unwind and ended up in the bed of two strangers. By then none of the four hands knew whose body was whose.