Threesomes & Orgies

When I got out of the car dressed as a little sailor girl, my brothers’ six friends whistled, not yet knowing my secret or what I was about to do for the guest of honor.

I asked for a foot massage almost as a joke. I never imagined that night, by the fire and with wine in me, my father and my cousin would stop holding back.

They were paid double if they adapted the act to something more adult. Marisol thought of the debts; Camila, of the way the host looked at them.

I thought the worst part of the trip would be sharing a room with my parents on a honeymoon-style getaway. I never imagined that, in the dark, I’d be the one who couldn’t stay still.

That afternoon at the hospital, my mother took my hand and whispered a favor I never imagined hearing from her lips.

I was half asleep, touching myself, when I felt a hand that wasn’t mine. What came next shattered every boundary I thought I had.

I went up to change into something more daring while they showered. By then I already knew that if I went downstairs to the kitchen, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back.

When I went into the bathroom I had no idea her mother was waiting for me, or that my niece would appear in the doorway with a smile that would change everything.

I cornered her against the oak door without imagining that, through the crack in the drawing room, a pair of green eyes could no longer look away from us.

I’d spent months avoiding coming back, but that afternoon my sister put a video on the screen and nothing in our family was ever the same again.

I walked barefoot down the hallway thinking I’d find a movie. What I saw behind that half-open door changed everything between the three of us.

I reached the entrance not knowing if I’d have the courage to go up. My name is Esteban, I’m 48, and upstairs a couple I only knew by messages was waiting for me.

She lowered her forehead onto the oak desk, between the son and his mother, and understood that her title as a respectable mother-in-law had just died in that office.

I went over just to watch the final. When the whistle blew, a hand sank into my ass and I knew the real plan was starting then and there.

I’d been faithful to my girlfriend for eight years. It only took a pool, two bikinis, and my sister’s mischievous smile for everything to fall apart.

I still felt the echo of the night before between my legs when I entered their room. My daughter slept like an angel and all I could think about was doing it again.

I never thought a late-night talk with my grandmother, half-finished drinks, and the TV on in the background would uncover what happened every Saturday in the other house in town.

It was three in the morning when I heard the key in the lock. I hid behind the curtain, never imagining what my mother would let them do a meter away from me.

When the landline rang that afternoon, I never imagined the call would lead me to a downtown hotel, two men desiring me, and a version of myself I never knew existed.

No one imagined that an empty vodka bottle spinning on a living-room rug would be enough to erase every line separating three couples.