Threesomes & Orgies

Four men, two holes in the wall, and one rule: I wasn’t allowed to know who was who. Only their cocks would give them away.

When I got to the cabin, there were only thirty men in suits and a drink waiting for me. It didn’t take long to understand why they’d paid me so much.

She laughed at them, naked and victorious, convinced she had used them. She never saw the hatred grow in their eyes until it was too late.

For weeks I passed in front of them, pretending to be afraid. That afternoon I took off my bra behind a bush and decided to let all six men do whatever they wanted to me.

There was only one thing they were forbidden to do to me, and it was exactly the one thing I wanted while they used me for an entire month.

We left the party at four in the morning thinking the night was over. In reality, in that huge house it was only just beginning.

When I climbed onto the table to dance for them, I knew I wouldn’t come down the same. There were ten, then twelve, and none left wanting.

We’d spent years summering together, seeing each other topless without thinking anything of it. Until that first day at the beach, when her hand slipped inside my bikini and everything changed.

The Rio girl sat between them like the night belonged to her. “Soft or the kind that break things?” she asked. Neither of them knew what was still waiting to be discovered.

I went looking for my husband in a jealous mood, and the man I was dancing with stopped me: “Leave it, I gave him permission.” I didn’t understand until his body pressed against mine.

We’d talked about swapping partners for weeks, but neither of us imagined that crossing that red-upholstered door would make us forget who belonged to whom.

When Lorena let her dress fall to the floor and stood naked in front of all four of us, I knew that night we weren’t going to set any limits.

No one said aloud what was going to happen, but when the clothes began to come off, all four of us knew we wouldn’t return home that night as the same people.

Noelia looked at us over her glass of cava and asked the question no one expected: how did we manage our sex life after so many years together?

I did my makeup, chose the tightest black dress, and went down to the restaurant knowing that night with the other couple wouldn’t end at the table.

They liked us, we liked them, and the warm water did the rest. What came after none of the four of us had fully planned.

When we created the profile, we weren’t looking for blind sex, but for someone who understood us. Diego and Valeria wrote to us one night, and everything changed.

I turned off the garden lights with one button and, when the hot water was the only witness left, I untied her bikini string in front of the other couple.

I knew it before either of them admitted it: every Thursday she made up a clumsy excuse, and I let her go, knowing exactly where and with whom.

There I was on the sofa, whisky in hand, realizing I no longer needed to take part: it was enough to watch someone else do what I’d stopped doing.