Threesomes & Orgies

I’d spent a year listening to her describe who touched her while I only watched. That New Year’s Eve, with a glass in her hand, she whispered in my ear that this time I wouldn’t be left out.

Marina blindfolded me and whispered that I should choose that night. Three women watched me from the terrace’s shadows, and my heart beat like a drum.

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.

When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.

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

Sofía was asleep with her back to me when the first moans came through the wall. I woke her with my hand between her legs: —Shut up and listen, I told her.

If we lasted five minutes, then the women would compete afterward. What began as a joke among friends ended with the four of us naked in the same bed.

We went down to the sauna without swimsuits and I understood that my wife and her cousin had already talked it all over: that mountain weekend was not going to be what we’d been told.

I never imagined that shy girl with glasses, who blushed at the mention of sex, would end up naked and eager in a tent lost in the desert.

We had arranged to be five that summer afternoon. At seven the phone rang, one of us wasn’t coming, and yet we still opened the door to two strangers.

She only set one condition: if he didn’t appeal to her, nothing would happen. What I didn’t expect was that, by the end of the night, she’d be the one leaving me alone with the other woman.

The plan was just to have coffee and get to know each other. But the moment they took Lucía out for a drive, I knew that afternoon wasn’t going to end there.

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.

The rule was simple: just watch, stay in our underwear, and nothing more. It lasted exactly until she put my hand on her breast and asked me to squeeze.

We were alone on the beach until a man stopped at the shore to watch us. And instead of covering up, we decided to give him something to look at.

I knew I wanted to fuck him from the very first message. What I didn’t know was how far my husband would go when the three of us crossed into the private room.

Carla slowly circled the table, stopped behind Marina, and rested her hands on her shoulders. No one at that dinner planned to end the night the way it began.

I thought it was just a joke between the sheets, until she said our youngest friend’s name and confessed she really wanted him.

We went up on the boat to fish and sunbathe. We came down as something else. What I saw at the bow still keeps me up at night.

Lucía had always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás knelt waiting with a cage between his legs.