Strangers

I put on the smallest bikini I had and went down to the garden just to see his face. I knew exactly what I was doing, and I wasn’t going to stop.

There was only one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without saying a word, we both knew the wait was over.

I paid a fortune to find the perfect wife. The app sent me one profile: Daniela. What I discovered at the hotel wasn’t in any photo.

Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on the warm sand and far from home, she decided she didn’t want to watch from the shore anymore.

We had never gone beyond a polite greeting, but that soaked afternoon, trapped by the rain in his shop, everything changed with a single message on my phone.

I barely knew him, but when that stranger grabbed me in front of everyone, the driver set down his drink at the bar and walked over with a calm that was scarier than any shout.

I went up to that flat for a haircut. She opened the door with the promise that she’d stay in a thong in front of a complete stranger.

It had been months since I’d had a proper cock in my mouth, so when that white Mercedes daddy messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

I walked to the shore with a stupid plan: pass in front of her and memorize her. I didn’t know that stranger would let herself be watched as if she’d chosen it.

I came thinking of Pilar, but it was her friend who slid the number across the table and told me, without beating around the bush, to call her as soon as I got home.

When she handed me her card and told me to come hungry, I knew that woman wasn’t after conversation: she wanted someone who could keep up with her until dawn.

They thought she was easy prey. They had no idea her trained legs could become the weapons that would bring them to their knees.

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

I knew the rules: one hour, no agreed limits, four against me. What I didn’t know was how much I’d enjoy losing control in their hands.

I crossed the hotel door knowing that night I would stop being me. Three strangers were waiting with a poured drink and no intention of handling me gently.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

He went into the bar looking for cheap company. He came out on his knees in an alley, discovering that pleasure and humiliation could be the same thing.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the workers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

My husband slept through the afternoon while I walked the sand searching for the three men I’d been imagining for two days. I wasn’t coming back without them.

The message arrived just before bed: an invitation for the next day at noon. I didn’t know how many of us there would be or what awaited me, but I had already said yes.

The waitress had been watching me all through dinner. What I didn’t imagine was that she and her coworkers were waiting for us in the dark among the trees on the beach.

I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them come in one after another while I lost count.

We went in looking for a gangbang and there were only two men sitting there in towels. They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.

She went down to the stage just to dance. When the leash holding that man dropped to the floor, I knew none of us would control what came next.

They went in looking for a new dildo and ended up kneeling in a dark booth, not knowing how many hands were touching her or how many mouths were waiting their turn.

We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.

When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.

Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, yielding to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would end with the three of us in something much bigger.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.

When the bathroom door flew open, I understood that Adrián hadn’t taken me there to be alone. And the most disturbing thing was how much I wanted it.

I dropped her two streets from the meeting point, and when she got into the car, she introduced herself as if I were just another passenger. None of us knew what was coming.

They called it their secret getaway: three days without husbands or children. But this time Bea invited four men to dinner, and none of them imagined how the night would end.

I was the one who encouraged her to accept her lover’s proposal. I never imagined she’d come back that dawn surrounded by the memory of strangers.

I took the blue pill before leaving the locker room because I knew what was coming. What I didn’t know was how far Romina and I would go that night.

“A woman like you is worth thousands for one night,” Ingrid said as she fastened the leash around my neck and dragged me inside the club.

I thought it would be a day at sea with friends. I didn’t count on the deckhand who couldn’t keep his eyes off me, or on everything that came after.

We gave her red lingerie and the promise of a night without rules. That very night, among strangers’ bodies, my shy Camila stopped asking permission.

When he took off my blindfold, he wasn’t alone in the living room. Six naked men surrounded me, and my boyfriend watched from a corner with a smile.

I’d been married and bored for years when those four guys surrounded me on the dance floor. None of them guessed that, under the costume, I was more than ready to play along.

I said no three times. By the fourth, I was already floating naked while several hands decided for me what was going to happen that night under the lights.

It had been six years since anyone had touched me. That night, in the back seat of a taxi, I discovered how much power I held over a man’s desire... and over my own.

She had been posing beside the convertible for half an hour when the photographer asked her to take off her dress. And she, under the desert sun, didn’t say no.

Dressed like I was headed to a photo shoot, I walked into an empty gym with two men I remembered a little too well. And they had something planned for that afternoon.

My husband didn’t even look at me when I left in that tight skirt that night. He didn’t know I was going to a hotel to watch, from an armchair, what I’d wanted for years.

When we crossed the door of that dimly lit club, I knew that night we would share something neither of us would ever forget.

Amid the smoke and the crowd’s screams, Soledad no longer knew where she ended and her daughter began. She only knew she didn’t want the night to end.

I only wanted to sleep off the booze. But when the door opened and the three of them came in, I decided to keep my eyes closed and see how far they’d dare go.

I went back to the chalet thinking it was all over, and found the pool full of bodies, cups on the ground, and the panther waiting for me in the water with a smile that said it all.

I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.

Four women, nine men, and a cabin with a pool. I got in the van knowing something was going to happen, but not that I’d give myself to all of them without thinking twice.

When the Marshal’s shot rang out, I knew it would be our last night. What I never imagined was what the party would become once the lights went out.

I went down to the kitchen practically naked, with three strangers kneeling in my living room and my partner on the other side of the wall. What I didn’t know was that he was recording everything.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.

—Just watching, —she whispered at the club’s door. But strangers’ hands were already searching for her skin, and I couldn’t look away or stop it.

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

She told her husband she’d sleep at a friend’s house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening to the line forming outside.

When the van pulled up behind me in the dead of night, I knew that night wasn’t going to end like any other. And to my surprise, I didn’t want it to.

Lying in the sun after what had just happened, we heard them laughing at him for not daring to come over. And that was exactly what made us get up.

When he blindfolded me in the doorway, all I felt was a drop slowly running between my thighs and my heart about to burst out of my chest.

I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.

I went downstairs naked, smiled at them, and only set one rule: come up without clothes. There were eleven, sweaty and needy; I’d been widowed far too long.

When Mariela took the microphone and said the bar was closed for just the women there, I knew none of us was going home the same.

I thought the steam room was mine alone, along with my toys. Then the door opened and a very tall stranger looked at me without any hurry to cover herself.

She had spent years going to that club alone, waiting for a glance that would stay on her. That night, unknown fingers took her hand and dragged her into the dark.

She sat down across from me in a nearly empty bar, took my hands, and told me I looked sad. Three hours later I was naked in her bed, and I didn’t want to leave.

I only wanted a phone to call a tow truck. I ended up between two strangers who decided that quiet night included me.

She arrived on my friend’s arm, with that mouth and those full lips, and I knew right away that on my birthday she was going to be mine, even if she was another man’s girlfriend.

She accepted the invitation to pay her cheating boyfriend back in kind and chose the fine-featured zombie, not imagining what she would discover when she took off the costume.

We arrived revving the bike so everyone would look. But I only had eyes for the girl in the next tent and for what we were going to share that night.

She stepped into the bathtub with no intention of cleaning herself. She only wanted to relive every second of that afternoon before her husband walked through the door.

I sat on the low wall facing the sea, spread my legs, and let the wind do the rest. Six strangers saw everything. I wanted all of them.

No one spoke about what happened that week. It wasn’t necessary. The three of us knew something between us had changed forever.

Still tasting her skin on my lips, I knew that night in the car would change everything I thought I knew about desire.

Too wired on caffeine to sleep, I went down to the lobby and there she was: blonde, elegant, with a coffee cup in her hands and that smile that wasn’t quite innocent.

It was only a game to make friends, but when she asked if she could come over that night, I knew we’d crossed a line I wanted to cross.

She wore only a long coat and high heels. Her only plan was to feel strangers’ eyes roaming over her body while she pretended to shop.

When I saw the man coming up the path, he squeezed my head harder. He wasn’t going to stop. And I didn’t want him to.

I’d spent months fantasizing about surrendering to someone who knew how to take control. I never imagined I’d find him on a Friday at a bar.

Rodrigo had two fingers inside me when Mom came out of the bathroom. What happened next nobody had planned.

Sofía pulled out the clothes her husband had never seen from the back of the closet. Her daughter did the same. That night they went out together to find what was missing at home.