Threesomes & Orgies

I wanted to see another man inside my girlfriend. What I hadn’t reckoned with was what I would feel, lying in the next bed while she moaned for him, not me.

Bayron put the necklace on my bare skin, and I knew that work visit wasn’t ending in the office—it was ending in his room.

I woke up with my head about to explode. Beside me slept a woman who wasn’t just my wife, and I couldn’t remember a thing about how I got there.

I asked for just one thing for the last night: to dance. What happened after that, in the cabin at the end of the corridor, I told no one.

When they came back in, Noa was already naked and Andrés had hold of her from behind. I knew none of the five of us would sleep alone in our bed that night.

Three men, one woman at the center of the bed, and one rule everyone respected. That night, Noelia discovered something that bound her to one of them forever.

The cabin was meant to be her refuge in solitude. Until an engine broke the fjord’s silence and Mikkel and Sigrid stepped out, bringing the end of everything Greta thought she was.

A burst pipe forced the men to sleep together. Toni on one side, me on the other, and between us, Sergio... who wasn’t sleeping quite as soundly as we thought.

Having one cock in my ass and another in my mouth wasn’t my plan for Saturday. But I walked into the sauna, exchanged two looks, and everything changed.

We crossed the ocean to celebrate turning twenty-one with them. When we came downstairs dressed, they were waiting, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.

The air in the room had become unbreathable when He looked at us and said that night we had to prove how far we were willing to go for his pleasure.

We’d been at it all night, but seeing her from behind, about to step into the water, reminded me that morning had its own rules too.

I had never taken a job like that before: he only wanted to sit and watch while other men used me, and keep for the end what they left inside me.

For months we had repeated it in bed as a game of words. That night, when I came back from the bathroom, it was no longer a game: they were kissing on my own sofa.

I touched up my makeup, smiled, and went back to the kitchen with a plan none of them could imagine. That night, I chose the menu.

He let his hand slide down his abdomen in the darkness and allowed the scene to form: him in the middle of the couch, his wife on one side, her friend on the other, an impossible kiss.

We’d been living in routine for fifteen years until a toy forgotten in a drawer sparked something neither of us knew how to control. And that was only the beginning.

I didn’t want her to belong to anyone else. And yet every night I closed my eyes and imagined her giving herself to men who didn’t even look at me.

She told me she had never said this out loud, that for years it had been only a hidden fantasy. That afternoon, she finally let a stranger do whatever he wanted to her.

Nuria was forty-two, a bar owner on the brink of ruin, and the lender wanted to record her only asset: her and her son, one night, unwitnessed.