Threesomes & Orgies

Rodrigo had arranged everything in secret: the suite, the candles, Marcos waiting on the sofa. He only asked if I was ready before opening the door.

When Diego walked into the living room and saw my grandmother in that red dress, I knew I’d made the right decision. She looked at him the way she had looked at me.

When Arturo asked me to turn around, I understood what he wanted. The most disturbing thing was realizing I couldn’t say no either.

Valeria felt the heat before she understood what it was. Pink smoke filled the cabin, and everything that was protocol turned into pure instinct.

When the two neighbors from downstairs knocked on my door with a bottle of wine, I’d been alone in the house for ten days with a body in a state that was anything but calm.

We’d been exchanging emails with Valeria for weeks. She wanted force and pressure. When she saw us pull up on our bikes, she knew she wouldn’t be disappointed.

The invitation was for dinner. What no one said out loud is that the three of us wanted the night to end in something more.

The message said: “How about sharing you with a couple?” I laughed. But something in those words sparked a curiosity I didn’t know I had.

We were 19 when Laura decided to teach us how to kiss. What began as an innocent game took us much farther than anyone imagined.

I was seventeen, and the heat wouldn’t let me sleep. I went into his room looking for water and found something I’d never forget.

Claudia showed up at her son’s place not knowing we were waiting. Work uniform, tired eyes. No one prepared her for what was coming.

She showed him the photos with a nervous smile. It took him three seconds to understand what he was looking at, and three more to decide he wasn’t going to stop.

We had spent three months coordinating every detail. When Diego opened the door and I saw his mother behind him, I knew there was no turning back for any of us four.

It was late, we were alone at home, and Mom began talking about something she never should have told us. By the time I wanted to stop her, I no longer wanted her to stop.

Two days after arriving in the capital, I discovered that from my window I could see a terrace where three people practiced something no one was meant to witness.

They had spent their whole lives being the responsible mothers. That night, in a house smelling of salt and wine, they decided to stop.

When the first ones came up to the car and she didn’t look away, I knew that night we were going much further than we’d planned.

When he closed the door with his suitcase, we were left alone. The sex was still there, intense and familiar, but something was missing. Something only he brought.

There were eight of us executives on a sailboat in the sun. The tension had been building in the office for months. When we anchored in that deserted cove in Menorca, there was no turning back.

We had been playing with the idea for months. But when Laura walked up to that man in the water and I saw her hand move beneath the surface, I knew it was no longer a fantasy.