Threesomes & Orgies

Marcos almost choked when I told him what I’d done. What came next surpassed any fantasy we’d imagined in six years together.

Valeria sat between Matías and me without asking permission. When she turned her face toward me with that smile, I understood we’d been avoiding the inevitable for years.

I was about to close the app when the tap came in. Three hundred meters. Close. Too close to ignore on a Sunday with no plans.

For months I’d been fantasizing about seeing her with another man. When I suggested the trip to Valeria, all three of us knew something was about to change forever.

When I saw him looking at her that way, instead of jealousy I felt something I hadn’t expected. That first day at the resort, we were no longer the same couple who had arrived that morning.

The cheerleader uniform, five players, and too much beer. That night I lost something I thought mattered and discovered it didn’t matter that much.

We put the TV on mute so we could hear them better. We didn’t know they were hearing us from the other side of the ceiling too.

When Marcos told me he wanted to share me with another man, I didn’t reject him. I felt curiosity, nerves, and something I had never felt before: real desire.

Diego looked at me that night and said it plainly: he wanted to see me with his best friend. I wasn’t scandalized. Curiosity won.

When my sister whispered in my ear what she really wanted, I knew neither of us could keep pretending it didn’t exist.

We were the kind of people who never broke the rules. Until we turned forty and decided that one night, we could allow ourselves anything.

She got out of the car with her skirt raised, and her husband calmly asked me from the driver's seat if I liked what I saw.

In the restaurant I told her to act like my girlfriend. She switched chairs slowly. Neither of us said what that meant.

When Elena opened the door, drenched and out of options, her look said it all before she even offered the night in words. Mother and daughter, fixed price.

I stayed alone in the room while she crossed into the one next door. Two hours of waiting, imagining, and listening to the silence of the wall.

When I suggested to Valeria that she share my boyfriend and my brother, she was left speechless. What happened next in the dungeon was impossible to forget.

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.