Threesomes & Orgies

When she confessed the favor she wanted to ask me, I thought she was kidding. Her best friend was broken, and Lorena had decided I was the cure.

I woke up naked beside a man who wasn’t my husband and, for the first time in years, I felt completely desired. He still wasn’t done with me.

I came out of the bathroom and found her on her knees in front of him. Instead of stopping him, I sat in the chair across from them and decided to watch it to the end.

When she came out to the garage dressed like that, I knew I’d lose the bet. What I couldn’t imagine was how far that summer would go with her and her mother.

She had been wearing the vibrating egg since they left the hotel, and Lorenzo decided when she would come in front of everyone. That night, her husband was no longer part of the equation.

Nadia thought the passion with Andrés had gone out. That night, facing two strangers and a twelve-sided die, she discovered how far she was willing to go.

Diego and I had spent years joking about swapping partners for one night. When Sofía took my hand and led me to her bedroom, it stopped being a joke.

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.

She slipped into the black dress, kissed me, and said “don’t wait up.” I knew exactly who she was spending the night with, and that was precisely what turned me on.

When I walked into that room and saw the two of them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger who had paid for her.

When Renata drew back the curtains and had me on all fours facing the glass, I knew that night was going to belong to everyone passing in the street, not just her and my husband.

It was almost eleven when she walked through the door with that smile I knew too well, the same one she wore whenever something forbidden had just happened between her legs.

She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.

Adrián called us asking for a favor, but the real surprise began in our hotel room, long before the six-person dinner he had planned.

“I knew it turned me on to imagine her with another man. What I didn’t know was how far we were willing to go once I stopped making the rules.”

I’d spent nights imagining it. That early morning, sitting in an armchair with a glass in my hand, I finally saw it: my husband inside another woman.

I got in the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to miss nothing, and her husband was smiling in the rearview mirror.

Her eyes shone in the dimness, fixed on me over her companion’s shoulder. She didn’t know me, but her gaze had already stripped me bare.

My wife was riding me, thinking about the neighbor while he, on the other side of the wall, was doing the same with his. It was only a matter of time before we stopped imagining it.

We went to the ER for a strange pain, but the doctor’s examination turned into something else before my eyes, and I did nothing to stop it.