Threesomes & Orgies

I’d been unsatisfied all night when the phone rang. It was him, and what he suggested made me say yes before I finished my coffee.

I was eight months pregnant, my hormones were raging, and there was a sweaty man working in the baby’s room. That afternoon I stopped being the proper wife everyone thought I was.

Bruno had promised me a rematch and I had promised to come back. What I didn’t imagine was how that second night would end with the six of us.

We always thought no one could see us. That lie we told ourselves was the beginning of everything that came after, night after night.

She had been training with plugs for weeks, determined to feel two cocks at once. That afternoon we invited the only person we could trust to make it happen.

We arrived exhausted and fell asleep wrapped around each other in our underwear. Three days later, the apartment owner came in with breakfast and a look that changed everything.

I crossed the complex to deliver a message and ended up surrounded by four older men who looked at me as if I were the main course of the afternoon.

I never get involved with clients, I told him. But his body was already pressed against mine and my own voice sounded like a lie as I closed the garage gate.

I returned the apartment keys and, without planning it, that week ended with the confession I never thought I’d tell anyone: two men, a friend, and a single night.

The hum of the air conditioner was the soundtrack to her golden cage. That night, a blown tire left her before three strangers and on the edge of what she had never allowed herself to want.

There were five of us and a town by the sea. What began as a joke over laughter and beer became the weekend that changed everything between us.

I thought she was asleep the night I brought those two men home. I was wrong: she saw everything. And weeks later she walked into the bathroom, sat in front of me, and demanded to know it all.

It took me two weeks to admit I wanted it to happen again. And one dawn, instead of running away, I sat on that stair and waited for them.

When I felt his body against my back in the kitchen, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. What I didn’t know was that my husband had planned it all.

When they carried him to bed asleep, I knew that night wouldn’t end like the others. And I regret nothing that happened after.

My sister was abroad and I had to attend in her place. When my nephew demanded his gift in front of his friends, I knew I wouldn’t go home the same.

I knew those two hadn’t invited me fishing just for the river. And if I’m honest, I hadn’t said yes just for the river either.

I never imagined that an ordinary Sunday at the river would end with me on my knees in the grass, giving myself to him and begging him not to stop.

At six in the morning, with a plate of tacos in my hand, I decided to sit at the table of two strangers who had been watching me for a while.

I said I had heartbreak just so someone would look at me. I didn’t expect two strangers to take my cure so seriously… or for me to let them.