Threesomes & Orgies

I opened the room door and the first thing I heard was a long moan and a bed thudding against the wall. We weren’t alone, and neither of us wanted to stop.

I knew that trip would change something between us, but I never imagined how far my wife would go once another man started giving her orders.

They were newlyweds and asked us to show them what we knew. My husband and I looked at each other: that night was going to be very long.

We were two girlfriends going away to unwind and ended up in the bed of two strangers. By then none of the four hands knew whose body was whose.

She’d been telling me for a month that her husband fantasized about seeing her with another man. That night I stopped listening and took her where anything could really happen.

I accepted the dinner knowing how it would end. What he didn’t know was that every touch in the dim light was part of a plan I made before I took my clothes off.

I stormed off to bed angry over nothing. Fifteen minutes later I woke up, heard noises in the living room, and what I saw changed everything between the two couples.

For years we mentioned it with laughter and wine, never daring to do it. That night someone wrote our names on slips of paper and we all stopped talking.

When Marina took off her last piece of clothing in the warm water, the four of us knew that night no one would be sleeping on their own side of the bed.

The secretary unbuttoned my blouse before I went into the office. I knew right away that this meeting with the director would be unlike any other.

When Lucía crossed the room and sat on his lap without looking at me, I knew that night I would only watch, and that it was exactly what we both wanted.

The guest bathroom was occupied, so I walked into the bedroom without thinking. Damián was there, alone, looking at me like someone who’d been waiting for that moment for weeks.

She kissed my neck, looked me in the eye, and let out the line she’d been holding back for weeks. It wasn’t a question: it was an invitation to break every rule.

Four office coworkers, new heels, and a boss with a plan. What happened when the last drink was empty was something no one dared say out loud.

After the fourth gin and tonic, my wife got up from the sofa, crossed the living room, and started undressing in front of our friend. I could only watch and want it.

My wife always shut down the fantasy when she got serious. This time, when I confessed what I’d booked, she bit her lip and asked me: what if they don’t settle for looking?

My wife dreamed I was sleeping with another woman while she watched. Days later, at the hotel, that fantasy stopped being a dream.

While I spread on the sunscreen, she moved her hips slowly against the sand. I could only think about how to convince her to cross into the other hotel.

We’d been married for twenty years and had never done anything like that. But that night, at the adults-only hotel, my wife stared at me and started taking her clothes off.

I had three tubes of aloe vera and not a centimeter of unburned skin when my flatmate’s boyfriend came in with her keys and found me naked on the sofa.