Threesomes & Orgies

I went downstairs thinking I was in control. Three hours later, I was just a spectator to something that no longer belonged to me.

For weeks I had been masturbating every night, imagining what she was living in her own body. Until one Thursday I stood before the mirror and decided to stop imagining it.

That night we went down twenty-two steps into the basement where the sax was playing. What happened down there still hasn’t been told to anyone.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

Daniel forbade me to touch myself while he fucked me. The rule held until the night the trucker came back early and caught us in the bathroom.

I charged a lot and chose who I was with. That yacht invitation looked like any other, until the one man who didn’t touch me turned up on the beach.

For weeks, two shadows had followed her at a distance. That night, instead of hurrying away, she turned around and waited for them.

I locked the dressing room, opened the suitcase, and stopped being Tomás. That night at the club, I had no idea my own boss would push the door open.

We thought we were alone in the hidden cove, until I noticed those three wouldn’t take their eyes off us. And we didn’t mind looking back.

I’d been watching her out of the corner of my eye on the stairs for weeks. The afternoon I came home and found her on my sofa, I learned desire doesn’t care about labels.

I put the blindfold on her, gave the orders, and let her surrender without knowing who was touching her. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined.

I told her I wanted something stronger than her, much stronger. She wasn’t shocked. She smiled and said she knew a place where that was possible.

He climbed into my boat thinking he owned the river. By the time we touched land, he was ours: she was laughing beside me and he had no idea what was waiting for him.

I boarded the catamaran to lose myself for a while. I never imagined I’d end up naked, surrounded, and the one who didn’t want it to stop.

I went back to the reunion for one unfinished high-school kiss. I never imagined that night, with the bottle spinning, would end with three of us in the same bed.

We’d been talking about it for months and never dared. Then a couple invited us to a liberal spa one May afternoon, and Sofía walked through that door before I did.

I crossed the room with my heart racing, knelt beside her, and knew that after that night my mother would stop seeing me as the little girl of the house.

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.

When I got to the cabin, there were only thirty men in suits and a drink waiting for me. It didn’t take long to understand why they’d paid me so much.

She laughed at them, naked and victorious, convinced she had used them. She never saw the hatred grow in their eyes until it was too late.