Threesomes & Orgies

For years we mentioned it over laughter and drinks without daring to try. That night, someone wrote our names on slips of paper, and everyone 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.

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

When Lucía crossed the room and sat on his knees without looking at me, I knew that night I would only watch—and that 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 sentence 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 glass was emptied 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.

We had been going naked to the same beach with Rubén and Elena for years. A conversation between men lit the fuse: we wanted to explore what we had never seen in each other.

I told her to go in alone, as if she didn’t know me, and to do whatever she wanted if she found something she liked. I had no idea how far she was willing to go that afternoon.

We were alone in the sand, naked and turned on, when I discovered two young men spying on us from the rocks. Romina just asked if I wanted to keep going.

The cards were ready, split into green, yellow and red. All that was left was for them to arrive and find out how far we were willing to go.

I asked her not to wear anything beneath the green dress. I never imagined that little tease would open the door to the couple at the next table.

My boyfriend squeezed my hand when we crossed that door. That night we were going to learn, together, what it meant to stop being afraid to desire.

Lucía came back from class with another couple’s name saved on her phone. That night we knew Saturday would no longer be an ordinary Saturday.