Threesomes & Orgies

I ran through the downpour to my door thinking I was safe. I didn’t realize he had come in behind me until I felt his hand on my back.

It was almost closing time when the bell rang. He and she came in, asked for black lace, and, without knowing it, offered me the afternoon I’d spent months fantasizing about alone.

“I live inside the lake,” she told him without blinking. Damián took her for an eccentric and followed her anyway. What he found at the bottom was no heaven.

My whole life I believed I belonged only to him. The afternoon he walked into the dean’s office and found me on the desk, I discovered how much he liked seeing me with another man.

When I got the final dare of the night, I knew I could say no. What no one expected was for me to say yes with that smile on my lips.

I sat between an older man and a guy who was to die for. Then the train slammed to a halt, the lights went out, and a hand found mine.

She wasn’t looking for love or company. She wanted to be watched, desired, imagined naked beneath her dress. That night she chose to be pure fire.

She came to the clearing seeking silence and found torches, naked bodies, and dozens of deer masks waiting for her as if they had always known she would return that night.

They said the night was just getting started and that their flat was two streets away. Neither of us said no, and that changed everything between us.

Three hours under the sun, soaked in sweat, and from the shade of the tree he saw something on the terrace that took his breath away: they knew he was watching them.

His wife’s friend opened her legs in front of him, smiling, just to show him what he would never get to touch that night.

We’d spent years brushing our hands against each other without saying a word. That night, in my dim living room, looks were no longer enough—and none of us wanted to pretend anymore.

We’d been together fifteen years and I thought I knew everything about him. Then, one ordinary night, he whispered something in my ear that changed everything.

He came in uninvited, wearing a smile that promised pleasure and hid hunger. That night, every body he touched stopped being theirs forever.

Tomás gave me a massage, but he didn’t tell me he’d learn to do it alongside the masseuse. What happened in that room went beyond anything we had fantasized about.

A stranger’s hand brushed my waist just before I left the bar. One question in my ear was enough to make me forget my friends and follow that couple home.

I was pregnant, alone, and hotter than I’d ever been; when those two men offered to walk me home, I already knew what I was going to let happen between the three of us.

He was in his twenties, had a thin wife swimming below, and hungry eyes that begged me without knowing it. That afternoon I taught him who was in charge.

They could have hailed a taxi and gone home. Instead, Raquel tugged down the workshop T-shirt and waited, barefoot, for the owner to claim them again.

She had all the proof of everything on the desk. She could ruin me with one call. Instead, she locked the door and told me to kneel.