Threesomes & Orgies

The waitress had been watching me all through dinner. What I didn’t imagine was that she and her coworkers were waiting for us in the dark among the trees on the beach.

We asked for the massage together so we wouldn’t be separated. What we didn’t know was that those four extra hands planned to stay until dawn.

Carmen had planned everything: the basement showers, the nervous couples, and one rule only—no one was allowed to just watch from the outside.

I went downstairs dressed to serve them drinks, but everyone in that room knew the real prize of the game wasn’t on the table—it was in their hands.

I lifted my dress step by step while they followed me up the stairs. By the time we reached my room, there was nothing left to hide.

I knew two strangers were watching me from the terrace above. What I never imagined was that by that same afternoon I’d have them and their sister in our bed.

I told my boyfriend I wanted to be with more men that night. He smiled, opened the door, and let them come in one after another while I lost count.

We went in looking for a gangbang and there were only two men sitting there in towels. They had no idea how lucky they’d just gotten.

Connor didn’t speak a word of Spanish, so when I started stripping my wife in front of him, he didn’t understand a thing until it was already too late to leave.

The phone rang after midnight. It was her, but she didn’t say a word: she just turned the camera so I could see, in the dim light of that car, what she was doing.

When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.

We accepted the rules without fully knowing what we were surrendering to: an island, several masters, and the promise that a no would always be a no. The rest was up to desire.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

She heated up half the group of foreigners from the pool, and when one of them stopped in front of my lounger I knew that summer wouldn’t be about restraint.

She went down to the stage just to dance. When the leash holding that man dropped to the floor, I knew none of us would control what came next.

They went in looking for a new dildo and ended up kneeling in a dark booth, not knowing how many hands were touching her or how many mouths were waiting their turn.

I dressed in my plainest clothes so I wouldn’t give anything away. What I didn’t count on was that I wouldn’t be alone in that apartment—and that I was still the same girl as before.

I went down to the living room in a thong, knowing he was watching me from the other sofa. Through the wall, my friend was streaming live with her boyfriend. And all I could think about was which door to open that night.

We were two lesbians on holiday looking for one last night together; I never thought a simple kiss would end with everyone tangled up on the same sofa.

I agreed to go to a country house, hours from my city, to give myself to a group of men I didn’t know. I never thought I’d like it so much.