Threesomes & Orgies

I went into the bathroom as a man and came out in a minidress and platforms. My girlfriend was waiting in the room with three strangers and a smile that said it all.

When I saw them come out of the elevator together, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different from all the others I’d had with him.

When Inés pulled back the tent flap, her girlfriend was already on top of another girl, still panting from an orgasm that wasn’t hers.

I climbed into a van full of foreign guys without thinking twice. My boyfriend would be back from the supermarket in ten minutes. I only needed one.

I’d only been in the alley for a month when I was put in charge of the punch with house 207. I didn’t expect the woman who opened the door and her husband to change my idea of desire that very night.

When he tied the black mask over my eyes and opened the private-room door, I never imagined that one of those masks hid someone I’d known since childhood.

Camila whispered in the elevator that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. When Diego opened the door, I knew the afternoon was about to spiral out of control.

When I opened the door, he wasn’t alone: behind him, wearing that practiced rent-boy smile, he had brought a man I had never seen in the neighborhood in my life.

We’d been drinking beer around the pool for hours. When I went into the house looking for ice, the moans were coming from inside—and they weren’t hers alone.

We were supposed to meet at the fountain, but they didn’t show. Then I got the photo: my girlfriend kneeling in front of my boyfriend, in the back bathroom, waiting for me to finally walk in.

As soon as the lights went out, she stood up from her seat and settled herself in front of us both. What happened next was no trailer.

While Lucía prepared to receive her lover, her sister had another plan for the nephew: the attic boxes were only an excuse to begin.

The proposal came with the third drink: each night, one of the four would be in charge in the other couple’s room. They said we’d start that very night.

When we got to Pablo and Vera’s place, the champagne was already cold. I tried to act calm. My body had been betraying me for weeks every time he brought it up.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

Valeria called me to tell me her husband wanted a threesome. I hung up thinking it was her problem. That night I was in her living room, drink in hand and heart racing.

I dressed to impress no one, or so I thought. Two guards stopped me with a smile that said they knew exactly who I was.

We had been studying for hours when the cold became unbearable. Sofía invited me into her bed to warm up. Neither of us expected what came next.

A few seconds of video were enough to make my knees shake. Since then, I’ve been rehearsing every detail in my mind: the room, him, and what comes next.

When she came back from the bathroom without any panties on, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to erase.