Threesomes & Orgies

I woke naked between the two of them, my body wrecked from the night before, and from the brush of that green ruler along my back I knew they weren’t finished with me yet.

“I make the rules, and you follow them,” she said, and none of the four of us dared contradict her. Months of isolation had left us at her mercy.

There was a locked door next to Barbara’s room. I opened it out of curiosity, not knowing that by that same afternoon I’d end up tied down inside.

She caught me watching those videos behind her back. Instead of getting angry, she smiled and asked, “Do you really want another man to fuck me in front of you?”

We had whispered about it a thousand times and I never believed it would happen. But that night she knelt in the middle of the room and all I could do was sit and watch.

The straps tightened the more I pulled. I was tied, blind, and soaked on my own bed when the bedroom door opened and I heard two voices.

The first night I only wanted to look. By the third, I could no longer stop my hand. When she turned in the darkness and smiled at me, I knew I was lost.

Marcos let me go in first, like a gentleman with a crooked smile. Inside, on some planks, two strangers were looking at me, their hands already at their zippers.

Eight years abroad turned me into the woman I was always meant to be. But when I crossed the threshold at home, the first thing I found was Mauricio’s hungry look.

“I knew that one day I’d have this conversation with you,” my mother said, closing the door. What she told me that afternoon changed forever what I believed about us.

They treated him like furniture, absolutely sure nothing they did touched him. It took them weeks to learn how wrong they were.

He watched me from the armchair while I knelt in front of the stranger I’d picked at the bar. It was my first night being a whore.

He whispered it in my ear while I was still trembling: “What if next time there were two of you alone?” I didn’t know how to say no—and I didn’t want to.

That afternoon, while Sofía tried on lingerie in front of the mirror, my husband and I discovered we had gone months without looking at each other like that.

When Valeria told me her three cousins were waiting to celebrate, I never imagined the celebration meant finding out whether I was good for more than balancing their accounts.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the pleasure and saw her leaning against the doorframe, watching us. She said nothing. She just slid a hand inside her shorts.

When Mateo took off his swim trunks, I saw my wife stop moving her eyes. I was too drunk to stop what that look had just begun to promise.

I thought she’d laugh at me, that she’d say I was crazy. But when I led her by the wrist to the half-open door, my sister could no longer look away.

When the yacht went under, Renata thought the sea was the worst thing that could happen to them. She never imagined the real storm would wait for her that night, in a cave, beside her son.

I found an old photo tucked away in a drawer, and all at once I knew exactly what I wanted to ask each of them for that vacation.