Threesomes & Orgies

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.

My wife swore she'd never cross that door. Three hours later, she was the one begging me not to stop in front of everyone.

When Diego held out his hand to dance, I knew my husband would only watch. And that I, for once, would stop being the respectable wife everyone thought I was.

We’d spent the whole morning teasing each other with sunscreen when the girl from the next towel decided to join the game.

We didn’t know how to get out of the water without making it obvious what we’d just done. What we couldn’t imagine was that the night had only just begun, and the neighbors’ party would change everything.