Threesomes & Orgies

She knocked on their door soaked by the rain, without pride and with nothing to offer but her body. They looked at her, looked at each other, and she knew it was all beginning again.

I lowered my eyes every time she came into the shop, pretending to count screws. What I never knew was that she was studying me too.

When the director’s assistant handed me the bag with the lingerie, I knew there was no turning back: that night belonged to every man in that room.

I found a glass of wine, a black blindfold, and a heated text on the screen. I read it slowly and understood that that night my husband had decided to fulfill his greatest desire.

The walls were paper-thin. We heard her moaning in the next room and realized she’d been listening to us the whole time, waiting for an invitation.

When I opened the door, I expected to find her alone on the sofa, as always. I hadn’t counted on the second silhouette watching me from the shadows.

When Sara came out of Don Aurelio’s winery her legs were shaking and she wouldn’t look me in the eye. I knew exactly what had just happened inside.

My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the laborers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

The teacher slid a finger down her neckline and whispered in her ear to open her legs. Nerea obeyed before she understood there was no turning back.

My husband napped while I walked the sand, searching for the three men I’d spent two days imagining. I wasn’t coming back without them.

When Noa offered to put sunscreen on the captain, no one imagined that gesture would spark everything that followed in the hidden cove.

The message arrived just before bed: an invitation for the following day at noon. I didn’t know how many people there would be or what awaited me, but I’d already said yes.

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 in one after another while I lost count.