Threesomes & Orgies

I’d had that drawer locked for years. That morning I found it open, and inside was a black disc with Sofía’s name written on it in marker.

She opened the door in a dress that left nothing to the imagination. I knew that dinner wouldn’t be like the others, but I couldn’t imagine how far we’d go.

I waited for him with whiskey and very little clothing. He had no idea that night was only the beginning of a plan I’d been building in silence for weeks.

The TV was on, the lights were off, a blanket covering the three of us. No one said a word. It was my friend who moved his hand first, slowly, as if he’d been waiting for that moment for a long time.

It had only been days since Luciana’s bisexual debut, and she was already asking for more. What we planned that night in Buenos Aires changed everything for her.

Marcos was a voyeur and had spent years wanting to see her with another man. The afternoon they tried it for the first time, two strangers in a restaurant changed everything.

The app on the hidden phone said three men, a hotel, no romance. All I had to do was type “yes.” I did it before thinking twice.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

He came back from his evening run and found her in the dunes. She wasn’t alone. She never had been.

When I saw the pickup's lights blinking in the parking lot, I knew the family breakfast could wait.

When Roberto pointed out that I was the husband, Mr. Kanamoto smiled for the first time. I understood then that my role that afternoon would not be husband but witness.

When he pointed the camera for the first time, he told himself it was the last. Six weeks later, he was still filming. And Laura was still smiling on the other side of the lens.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

Daniela chose the shortest skirt she owned and walked into the studio like she owned the place. When I stepped out, they didn’t even wait two minutes to begin.

That afternoon Lorena told me, with a calm that left me speechless, that her sister needed company and that she wouldn’t mind if it were me.

When the stranger in the seat beside her started staring at her legs, she didn't close them. Neither did I do anything to stop him.

I met him in a park I didn’t know, in a city that wasn’t mine. He invited me to his apartment and we lost track of time.

Sandra needed help with a blind. I needed to forget the worst day of my life. Neither of us expected Valentina to arrive so soon.

I arrived at their apartment at the agreed time. He opened the door in a bathrobe; she came down later, nervous and excited. It would be a long night.

Diego sent me affectionate messages while I was, inside that jacuzzi, feeling Sergio’s hands on my waist and pushing my ass back against him.