Threesomes & Orgies

Marina stretched her hand toward him from the sofa, palm open, an invitation that said nothing and everything. Tomás set down the glass and rose from the armchair.

He dismissed the woman who offered to help without a second glance. An hour later, he discovered she was the one deciding whether his career survived.

When the doorbell rang, Babacar ordered him to open the door wearing only that ridiculous thong. His friend came in smiling, and Tomás knew that night he no longer belonged to himself.

Four men, a thick envelope on the table, and me deciding who I’d call over first. My rule was always the same: I choose, I set the pace, and I leave whenever I feel like it.

I rolled down the window and spoke to her with my back still turned. When she turned, I knew that freckled blonde was going to change my whole weekend.

Her boyfriend smiled at us and said love wasn’t exclusive. That same afternoon Marisol came up to the hotel room with us.

I parked outside the house, my hands sweating. It was my first session with a naked client, and I still didn’t know I’d end up with two men on top of me.

I came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, knowing my father was alone. That night I wanted to see how far he’d dare go without alcohol.

When I moved her panties aside to tend her wound, I thought she’d protest. But she only pressed her face into the pillow and opened her legs a little wider.

I arrived thinking we’d drink beer and celebrate his promotion. Carla opened the door in a tiny skirt and a sheer blouse. Damián still hadn’t arrived.

I needed company. Without thinking, I asked him if he wanted to get in with me. What happened next changed everything I thought I knew about myself and my friends.

We climbed the rusty stairs and heard moans behind the curtain. I couldn’t stop watching—or feeling my best friend pressed against my shoulder.

We were up in the cherry tree stealing fruit when Hugo confessed the obsession he’d carried since childhood. That same afternoon, his mother still had no idea what was coming.

When Daniela asked if she could sleep with me that night, I knew neither of us would wake up in the morning as the same woman who had arrived at the estate.

I’d known Esteban for years, but that stifling afternoon I discovered his house held a secret that would change our friendship forever.

When I opened my eyes at nine in the morning, Daniel wasn’t the only one in bed anymore. And his best friend was looking at me like he’d been waiting for that exact moment for hours.

I took off my trousers in the passageway, stowed them in my backpack, and pushed open the gate. I knew exactly what awaited me upstairs—and it drove me wild.

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.

They knew that strong smell and body hair get me going like few things can. That Saturday they showed up with that smile that meant only one thing: the surprise was for me.

When I opened the door and saw the three of them on the landing in their blue coveralls, I knew something was going to break that afternoon, and it wasn’t just the washing machine.