Threesomes & Orgies

When I saw the chair prepared with that enormous object sticking out of the seat, I knew the night would not be a normal dinner.

The proposal came with the third drink: each night, one of the four would be in charge in the other couple’s room. They said we’d start that very night.

Elena suggested it as if it were an innocent game. When Roberto put his lips to Marcos’s neck, all four knew there was no turning back.

When we got to Pablo and Vera’s place, the champagne was already cold. I tried to act calm. My body had been betraying me for weeks every time he brought it up.

She was seventy years old and had a body that defied every one of them. When she told me in my ear she hadn’t been touched in ten years, I knew the night wasn’t over yet.

Sandra took the wine bottles, looked at me, and whispered: “It’s going to be needed, trust me.” Her smile was the kind that already knows how the night will end.

Valeria called to tell me her husband wanted a threesome. I hung up thinking it was her problem. That night I was in her living room, beer in hand and my heart racing.

That night the three of us wore light clothes in front of the TV. I tried to hide what they were doing to me just by looking at them.

Marcos set the bottle on the bar and said out loud what the two of them had been keeping silent for days. The bartender pretended not to hear.

They were both standing in the doorway of my room, watching me sleep. She was touching herself. So was he. And when I opened my eyes, neither of them stopped.

I dressed to impress no one, or so I thought. Two guards stopped me with a smile that said they knew exactly who I was.

The first time I put on her lingerie and looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t know whether what I felt was shame or something completely different.

They were an uncle and his nephew, two gym beasts who had been watching me for weeks. That Sunday, something in the air changed forever.

The paper contained only a cellphone number. What I found when I arrived at my in-laws’ house that Tuesday erased my idea of who they were forever.

The key turned in the lock at the worst possible moment. Or the best. Dad didn’t even stop when my uncle appeared in the doorway and saw us.

I had been at the limit for a week. That Saturday night I put on my shortest dress, entered the club alone, and let desire take me all the way.

When I heard the door opening, I knew it was my son. It was already too late to stop what was happening, and I didn’t want to.

We had been studying for hours when the cold became unbearable. Sofía invited me into her bed to warm up. Neither of us expected what came next.

A few seconds of video were enough to make my knees shake. Since then, I’ve been rehearsing every detail in my mind: the room, him, and what comes next.

When she came back from the bathroom without any panties on, I knew that night we were going to cross a line neither of us would want to erase.