Threesomes & Orgies

From my window, I watched a neighbors’ dinner turn into a filthy game of four bodies, jealousy, hungry mouths, and one final surprise.

I thought we were going to a barbecue with friends, but when I saw my husband kissing another woman in front of me, I knew that night I was going to cross a line.

I pushed her against the gym bathroom wall without telling her that the blonde who winked was my wife—and that she was waiting for us at home to continue.

I invited him upstairs while I was still wet from touching myself, and that night at the hotel became an unstoppable chain of sex.

He arrived begging over another woman and ended up on his knees between us, not realizing when he stopped pleading and started truly wanting.

I heard them fucking in our bed until dawn, but the worst part wasn’t hearing her moan with him—it was discovering what I wanted too.

There were too few of us at the office, far too horny, with a dangerous Friday tradition. That morning, nobody was going to leave dressed.

Nuria messaged me in the afternoon: “Elena’s coming from Bilbao for a couple of days. Dinner at home. I think you’d like to meet her.” There was no need to ask anything else.

They promised me “all their attention” after lunch, and when I closed the bedroom door, I realized they planned to torment me before letting me fuck them.

When we saw her take the stage in that dress clinging to her body, I knew we'd bid to the limit to have her between the three of us.

I went in for a haircut before leave and came out knowing who would suck me, who would open his ass for me, and who I’d end up with in a car.

When we saw the erection outlined beneath his swimsuit as he came out of the water, I knew that cove wasn’t going to end with a simple beer.

I went to the club expecting a few drinks and ended up on my knees, my mouth full and my body asking for more than I thought I could take.

She was asleep in bed. I left the bathroom with my towel knotted around me, crossed the hall, and found him waiting as if he knew I’d come looking for him.

She squeezed my hand under the table when he brushed her thigh again, and I knew we wouldn’t be sleeping alone that night.

I went there to ask for help, but when I saw the way he looked at me in that office, I knew the conversation could end somewhere far more dangerous.

I left the bathroom still wet between my legs, and he knew from my face that remembering other men had left me trembling.

I went to work as a waitress for a few hours at a house with a pool, but the way they looked at me from the moment I arrived made it clear nobody wanted just a drink.

When she opened the apartment door and looked us up and down, I understood that our fantasy was no longer just dinner-table talk.

Camila was waiting for me with a party for thirty close friends. What I didn’t expect was finding a blonde in the shower or ending the night between two strangers.