Threesomes & Orgies

We had spent years looking for the right woman for our bed, until the girl across the hall started cleaning our home and showed too much curiosity about my magazines.

I always fell in love; she only wanted to have fun. But that night, behind a door at the club, I discovered something in myself I’d never imagined.

We grew up together, studied together, and kept the same secret for years. The night we buried their parents, we finally said everything out loud.

We had been inviting him over after every dinner for months. This time we wanted more: two days locked away with him, no clock, no neighbors, no brakes.

When she came out of the shower and took off the scarf, I discovered Daniela was hiding something that was going to change our beach weekend completely.

“Come downstairs at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Today the two of us are going to use you.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and began counting the hours.

I saw my own face on his phone screen, lost among the hair on his torso, and understood that the afternoon in the sauna hadn’t been as anonymous as I’d thought.

My parents said that neighbor was trouble. I only knew that every time I ran into her in the elevator, I struggled to breathe and didn’t know why.

The message arrived at midnight and I read it three times before showing it to my husband. He wasn’t asking permission. He was giving me instructions, and I was already trembling.

When I saw the bills my sister had hidden in the drawer, I knew our life at that bus stop was about to change forever—and that nothing between us would ever be innocent again.

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

My mother rented out the extra room to two newly arrived brothers, and from the first day I felt them stripping me with their eyes. I never imagined how far it would go.

There are things a woman never tells anyone. This is the one I kept for years, the one that still makes me tremble when I pass that cinema.

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.

When Carla asked if I wanted to do it again, I already knew my answer before she finished the sentence. What I didn’t know was how far I was willing to go that night.

I opened the door for him to shelter from the downpour. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees in front of him, or that his four friends would come knocking too.

I knocked on the seventh-floor door with the bucket in my hand and my heart racing. Neither of us believed in the cleaning excuse anymore, and I stopped caring.

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.

It started as a secret I whispered in his ear while he was fucking me. It ended with him sitting a meter away, watching another man make me lose my mind.