Threesomes & Orgies

I blurted out the threesome to shut him up, convinced he’d back off. Instead, Adrián turned my bluff into a mission, and I started shaking every time he mentioned it.

I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.

We were four in one tent, two couples who barely knew each other, and it only took one touch in the dark for none of us to want to keep pretending to sleep.

I love my wife and I know she loves me. So I never understood why the idea of seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn't get out of my head.

The rules were simple: the winner stayed tied up, the loser served, and in the end the two couples would decide who really ruled. No one planned to give in.

We wandered disguised as monks when the forest spat us out before an inn of generous flesh and bottomless wine; what happened inside could not be contained by penance.

The moment I closed the door, a red-haired silhouette threw herself around my neck and kissed me like time had never passed. The welcome had only just begun.

I agreed for him, because it was his fantasy. But when both of their hands ran over me at once, it stopped being only his and became mine.

I found her waiting for me in bed, but that night I didn’t want her all to myself. I took her into the hallway, naked, right in front of my friend’s door.

Marina accepted the invitation knowing what she was exposing herself to. What she couldn’t have imagined was that a simple massage with sunscreen would end up breaking every rule she had.

Her husband only had eyes for the other woman’s cleavage. Marina and I looked at each other from the far end of the living room and, without saying a word, we’d already said everything.

Mariana adjusted the straps in front of the mirror while Esteban smiled from the sofa. That night he had invited someone else, and he wasn’t planning to tell her yet.

We’d been playing our secret game for months, but when Bruno closed the hotel door and Tomás sat down to watch, I knew there was no turning back that night.

Three chairs in the middle of the living room, four women circling, and the music about to stop: the one left standing that round got nothing.

It began as a game of words in bed. It ended with me climbing into another man’s car while my husband waited inside the casino knowing everything.

I came to that dinner expecting a glass of wine and an escape to the countryside afterward. I ended up kneeling in front of a stranger while my lover watched.

After so many years, an honest conversation after dinner was enough for both couples to cross the line we’d always circled without daring to step over.

I lowered my voice to tell her how an Austrian photographed me naked on the beach, never imagining that story would lead us both to live the same thing.

We were tousled and makeup-free when Daniela reminded me of that time. I didn’t imagine that, before nightfall, they’d be watching us from the half-open door.

I told my husband we were only going out for drinks with another couple. What I’d really been planning all week was what ended up happening in that apartment.