Threesomes & Orgies

Valentina said she was going grocery shopping. That afternoon, Nicolás canceled his meeting and came home early. Marcos’s jacket was hanging on the coat rack.

I arrived at the hotel alone and told myself that week would be different. I had no idea the woman at the bar would teach me things I'd never felt before.

When I saw the Brazilian crossing the dance floor toward us, I knew my flatmate was no longer the shy girl who’d moved to Madrid a month earlier.

I’d spent twenty years wanting to kiss her. That night I went into her bedroom thinking it was finally happening, until she pulled down my pants and dragged me into the living room.

We invited him home with a promise of no rules. What happened on that sofa that night shattered everything we thought we knew about us.

I watched him leave on Monday with his suitcase and a dry kiss. That same night, in bed, I knew his absence weighed more than any orgasm.

Three coworkers invited her to stay behind when the building was empty. Sofía said yes, but on her terms.

When I saw Mateo waiting for us at room 412, I understood my husband hadn’t been bragging: this was really going to happen.

A few months ago I told you about Camila’s first threesome. This time, when she sat down on my bed again, I knew the story would be even more intense.

We’d spent months sharing something forbidden between siblings. That afternoon, while she told me everything with her hands busy, the camera revealed something that would change everything.

The zipper opened and two heads appeared as if they’d been waiting their turn for a while. We weren’t surprised. We didn’t cover up either.

Three days in Paris, four men dead in their beds, and an anonymous message summoned me over the Seine. I never imagined crossing that bridge meant leaving myself behind.

Bjarne explained the tradition to us as the fire crackled. Before he even finished speaking, we already knew we were going to say yes.

The fireplace burned, rain hammered the windows, and the two of them looked at me with that mix of curiosity and vertigo that comes just before crossing a line.

That afternoon she entered the bar as if she’d been waiting for me for hours. What came afterward changed me—not the sex, but what they made me discover.

When they went into the club, Camila and Florencia just wanted a good night out. They had no idea it would end in a wager that would leave them with nothing to cover.

He’d spent three days in Cartagena paying for encounters that ended with the same surprise, until she walked into the bar and everything changed.

I entered that restricted area on purpose. Something about those uniformed men had attracted me from the moment we arrived, and I knew exactly what I was looking for.

When Mateo whispered that he was going to show her something unforgettable, Camila had no idea her ex-husband would show up and two officers would teach her what winning meant.

By the time the older brother walked through that door, it was already too late to regret anything. I was in that hotel between them, desire overpowering shame.