Threesomes & Orgies

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.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.

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 could hear their laughter through the wall. I went to the half-open door and what I saw took my breath away: my two best friends, half-naked, staring at each other.

I had just moved in and didn’t know anyone. Bruna was the first to talk to me; I never imagined she and her partner had a plan for me that night.

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

I went to get my jacket so I could leave without interrupting. Then I saw Daniela’s hand buried under Paula’s clothes, and my feet refused to move from that doorway.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.

She agreed to stay the night for her favorite aunt’s birthday. She had no idea that two women had planned every caress with precision for that night.

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.

Since I was fifteen, I’d kept quiet about how badly I wanted to kiss her. Now, sitting across from me with that same smile, I wasn’t going to let the chance slip away again.

I felt a hand on my hip and a mouth in my ear: “You smell incredible.” When I turned around, it was her—the girl my friend had come to flirt with.

I had spent ten years resigned to the lukewarm sex of my marriage. Then Lorena locked the shower door from inside and kissed me without asking.

We three met on the last Thursday in December, under the pretext of seeing the year out. None of us said aloud what we were really going to do.

I went up to the seventh floor looking to relax for an hour. I had no idea the masseuse, and then my lover, had other plans for me that night.

When Renata opened the bedroom door wearing a harness and asked if there was room for one more, I knew that Christmas was one none of us would ever forget.

Renata was spreading tanning lotion over my breasts when she asked me whether I’d ever had a lover. I blushed like a little girl. I said no.

I thought stripping naked in front of strangers would be enough to lose my shame. Then that couple lay down beside me and looked at me as if they already knew what I still didn’t dare ask for.

She chose her clothes thinking of him, not her husband. That night she would stop being a faithful wife and become, for an entire weekend, another man’s woman.