My First Threesome with the Back-Fence Neighbor
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.
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.
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.
Bruno introduced me to his friends with a conspiratorial smile, and before I understood what was happening, I knew I wouldn’t leave the cabin the same woman.
When I opened the door wrapped in a towel, she came in without letting me speak. She wasn’t the guy my friend was expecting, or the plan my head had imagined.
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’m Tomás’s hotwife and he adores watching me shine. Between colonial walls and salsa, a foreign business partner joined our game, and I let myself go.
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.
Lorena opened the suitcase to help put away the clothes and found the toys. Her new cook was watching from the doorway, not a shred of shame on her face.
Three glasses of wine, warm water, and a nineteen-year-old redhead who still didn’t know that night would make her more than just the house cook.
I thought I had only gone to open the door, but that night she came into my room with me and whispered that she was going to make me lose my mind.
I had a secret date with the lover from that rooftop party. What I didn’t expect was for the other woman to show up behind the rock, determined not to just watch.
When I opened the box and found the black lace and the feathered mask, I thought it was Andrés’s whim. It would be months before I understood who had really chosen it.
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.
I thought it was just a routine cleaning. But when he summoned me to his house that night, I discovered he had a surprise waiting on the sofa.
I heard their moans through the wall and lay still, imagining. I didn’t know that curiosity would end with me between the two of them.
“If you stay, you stay to play,” he said, looking at my friend. I only wanted him for myself, but a dark part of me wanted to see how far she’d go.
When I got off the plane at two in the morning, I had no idea I’d be sleeping under the same roof as her. I only knew my brother had died and that I was far too alone.
I’d been married to her for eleven years and thought I knew her completely. That night, with my best friend still in the house, I discovered a side of her I’d never imagined.
One of them pushed me against the wall while the other knelt without saying a word; I knew right away that I wasn’t leaving that apartment in one piece.