Threesomes & Orgies

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 entered that room and saw them together, it took me a second to tell which was my wife and which was the stranger I’d paid for.

When Renata opened the curtains and put me on all fours facing the glass, I knew that night I would belong to everyone passing in the street—not just to 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 into the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to catch every detail, 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.

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.

We agreed to act like two strangers on the sand: she would have to seduce me with the whole world watching, and I would have to endure without giving myself away.

We had never entered a place like that. When the couple from the beach joined us at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged only to us.

We’d spent months fantasizing about taking the plunge. That night, in the living room of strangers, my wife looked at me before we crossed the point of no return.

We arrived at the club after midnight, not quite sure what we were looking for. We found out when Mara came out of the water, looked at the two of us, and smiled as if she already knew us.

By the time I opened the bedroom door, it was too late to turn back: she was on the bed, and he didn’t stop when our eyes met.

Damián followed me into the water to get a closer look at my ass. What started as a laughing game ended with both couples locked inside his apartment.