Threesomes & Orgies

I got into the car expecting an afternoon with him, but there was someone else in the back seat, and I immediately knew where this was going.

I’d been traveling for twenty hours with one thought: back in their arms. I never imagined that reunion would force me to cross a line I’d sworn never to cross.

I’d been cleaning that huge house for eight months. I never imagined what that married couple was hiding behind the row of shoes, or how far I’d go for tuition.

When he whispered, “Go, press yourself against him,” I knew we wouldn’t be going home alone that night. And part of me had been wanting it for weeks.

My wife always fantasized about another man having her in front of me. That afternoon, at a lonely stop on the highway, a stranger asked for a light and everything stopped being a game.

At that hour we all seemed more beautiful, and nobody wanted to go home. Mila opened the door to her room, and none of us imagined how the night would end.

I went upstairs still carrying the smell of the hospital on my skin. The half-open door, the warm light, her silk nightgown. No words were needed: I already knew how the night would end.

I shared a flat with two university girls who went around the house half-naked with no shame in front of me. It took me weeks to understand why.

Carla whispered her darkest fantasy to me, and weeks later I watched her kneeling before the man we had both chosen without ever saying it aloud.

I only wanted to feel something new in bed. What I didn’t expect was to watch my own boyfriend surrender the same way I did to that huge man.

The phrase we always whispered in bed was spoken in a low voice in front of a real man. And this time I wasn’t going to let it stay a fantasy.

I came home from the hospital on the verge of collapse and found them both in bed. I didn’t want to sleep: I wanted to feel alive, and that night I decided what would change our family forever.

When the shop shutter locked, I knew there was no turning back: the three of us were alone, and my husband was looking at me with that complicit smile.

As soon as we closed the door, we came at each other urgently. Then he asked me in my ear if I could picture the two of us together, and that night changed everything.

It was half past eleven at night when Daniela appeared in the hallway and asked me for help with the fire. I’d spent the whole afternoon thinking about what their bags were hiding.

I was married and alone at the town fair when my two exes showed up the same night. They hated each other at first. Then they decided to share me until dawn.

When his number appeared on my wife’s phone screen, I knew the night would end with all three of us tangled up on the sofa. And my wife knew it too.

“Call her,” I said. “I want her to come, feel what she lost, and pay for last night’s message.” He swallowed and dialed her number without thinking twice.

I went up to her apartment convinced the most imposing woman I’d ever seen was waiting for me. I had no idea the night had only just begun—or who else was sleeping at the end of the hall.

When Lucía moved into our flat, both brothers wanted her. I never imagined that years later she’d be the one asking Bruno to get into our bed.