Threesomes & Orgies

Daniela had spent years hiding what she felt for her best friend. That night on the terrace, one word — dare — gave her the excuse she’d never dared seek.

When the stall door opened a few inches, I knew Nuria was letting me look on purpose. What I couldn’t have imagined was how the night would end.

I walked out of the shower thinking no one had seen us. That same night I found on his phone that someone had recorded every moan from the next cubicle.

They called me the old maid with the cats, but no one in the neighborhood imagined what went on in my house every morning, every afternoon, and every night since that summer Tuesday.

When the coach asked her to observe the boys, she agreed with a smile. No one suspected the woman in the blue suit had already chosen her two favorites.

We both wanted him from the very first class, but we never imagined he’d be the one to ask us to choose between forgetting him or moving into his house.

Four months alone in the mountains had left him with a hunger no whisky could soothe. That night, behind the inn’s red curtain, three boys knew exactly how to take him in.

Iván and Nico walked through the door like the penthouse already belonged to them, and before they’d even said hello they’d shoved us against the living room wall.

Damián saved half the city and took the rookie up to his suite to celebrate. Tomás admired him like an idol, until that night he discovered who was really in charge.

Four months later, we went back to the same locker room hoping to repeat that afternoon. We didn’t count on a third man, young and shameless, watching us from the other side.

He offered him a drink with a mischievous smile and a wink, and in that instant the professor knew the distance between them was about to disappear.

I was 24, with a sweet girlfriend and a doubt I’d kept quiet for years. His hand on my shoulder that night at the bar ended up answering it.

I had a week to decide whether to leave everything behind. That night, four men set out to make me forget the decision, even if only for a few hours.

Matías opened the door barefoot, wearing a half-smile that hid nothing. Behind Andrés, Esteban was already breathing against his neck. All three knew why they had come.

He stepped down from the podium trembling with rage. He didn’t want to be alone: he crossed the apartment hallway and pushed open the door to the suite where his two men were already waiting awake for him.

I thought the hardest part of coming home would be the banner at the village entrance. I was wrong: the hard part was the dinner table, when we started telling the truth.

That night Eneko broke down, so Unai did the only thing he knew would calm him: he took him to the bed where Mikel and Asier were already waiting awake.

When the officiant asked whether anyone had something to say, the groom raised his hand. Not to say yes, but to confess what he had been holding in for months.

I showed up at that party in my swimwear thinking it would be just another day with my boyfriend. I had no idea I’d end up on my knees, showing another man what he was missing.

She went down those clinic stairs knowing she would not leave as the same woman: three pairs of hands were waiting to remind her what she really was.