Threesomes & Orgies

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 under the green dress. I had no idea 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.

We shared a table with a couple we’d just met. Three hours later, in their living room, a box of red cards erased every line we thought we had.

“The decision is yours, you decide.” I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head all week, while my body had already decided for me.

Nando left my panties bunched around one ankle, and while Bruno held me against the sofa, I understood that that night I was the merchandise they both wanted to break in.

We had been texting for weeks, but nothing prepared me to have both of them in front of the sea, with every rule ready to be broken.

For months I’d whispered the same fantasy in her ear. That afternoon, in a deserted cove, I stopped imagining it and watched it come true in front of me.

Her husband came home tired and fell asleep in front of the TV. Her boss, on the other hand, looked at her as if he knew exactly what she imagined in the shower.

My wife noticed how the waiter looked at her while serving tea, and I came up with the most forbidden idea of the whole trip: inviting him up.

At three in the morning the first message arrived. A woman tied to an unknown bed and a sentence that froze my blood: “this beauty is your wife.”

The night before my wedding I prepared myself alone in the hotel suite. What my future husband didn’t know was who I was really preparing for.

Ten years of marriage collapsed with a gold ring forgotten on the passenger seat. Carla decided the divorce would not be the end, only the beginning.

When the engine died in the middle of nowhere, Daniela knew that night would depend entirely on the two men sleeping in those trucks.

When the doctor told me I’d never have children, I thought I’d lost everything. I never imagined the answer would be sitting across from me, toasting as if nothing were wrong.

No one had touched her in months. That January afternoon, with the locker room empty and the three guys still sweaty, she stopped thinking and gave in to what came next.