Threesomes & Orgies

A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew no one would interrupt us.

When Daniela asked whether I’d brought the toy, I knew that night in my empty house was going to end far from where I thought I was in control.

I ordered a soda because they wouldn’t let me drink, and that same night an entire group of strangers decided I was the center of their private party.

I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.

When Mariana came down changed and her friends followed her, I knew that office get-together wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.

The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.

Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.

At forty-five, after eight years without touching a man, Inés thought she’d seen it all. Until her two most prudish friends arrived in tears with the truth.

She agreed to show them around the city thinking she was in control. She had no idea that every dinner, every beach, and every slip-up was part of a game designed for her alone.

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, yielding to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered that the four armchairs around the bed were no longer empty. And then she understood what he was playing at.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

When Renata pulled the thong from her pocket and laid it on the table, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.

My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and before I could understand what was happening there were hands prying my legs open.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

I arrived in a black dress and the idea of an easy night. By 3 a.m., I was no longer counting bottles or the hands running over my back.