Threesomes & Orgies

Rodrigo had promised Valeria that this New Year's Eve would be different. She had no idea just how right he was.

The first time she told me, I thought she was joking. The second time, her hand was already on the back of my neck, pushing me toward where she wanted me to go.

When I told my husband what I wanted for my birthday, he smiled and started making calls. A private casino night changed everything between us.

When I stepped into his spotless apartment, I had no idea we were one hand of cards away from something neither of us had ever done before.

When the captain anchored in that deserted cove and Rodrigo opened the second bottle, we all knew the agenda had been officially canceled.

Valeria didn’t want expensive gifts. She wanted to be the main course of a night where everyone bet on her and her husband watched with pride.

We were drinking wine when she told me, “I never told you everything about Punta del Este.” What followed left me speechless for hours.

In this line of work, you quickly learn there are people who confuse paying for a service with buying a person. Some lessons stay with you for life.

When I entered that room and saw my mother riding my best friend, I knew nothing would ever be the same. What happened next shattered every rule I knew.

Three glasses of wine, a backpack full of toys, and a complicit look. What happened with my sister that night crossed every line I ever thought I’d cross.

That night in the hotel I discovered that desire doesn’t care about promises. My husband served me up to his best friend, and I let myself be handed over.

I crossed the ocean with my two possessions to make Venice their cage. Beneath their brocade dresses, two motors vibrated to the rhythm of my thumb.

We had been married for years when she confessed that her greatest fantasy wasn’t with another man. It was me and another woman—and she had the perfect candidate waiting.

When Carla took off her shirt and sat on my husband, I knew the game had crossed a line none of the four of us wanted to come back from.

I handed my husband the laptop with the folder open. Twenty-odd emails from men who never imagined their director would send them something like that.

When Ricardo explained what he wanted to do with me and his five friends at the country house, I should have said no. I thought about it for six days before saying yes.

When Doña Hilda opened the door and looked us up and down, I knew that night by the fire would cost us far more than a dry roof.

I sipped my coffee, pretending to focus on my phone, but I was watching them both. If they knew I’d already had every inch of their bodies separately, we’d all have left together already.

When he took off his T-shirt in my living room, I recognized the tattoo my wife zoomed in on every night. The anonymous single was there, sweaty and smiling.

Carla came out from between Lucía’s thighs with shining lips, looked at me from the sand, and I knew my quiet afternoon was over for good.