Threesomes & Orgies

Valentina had always been impulsive. But when she brought Camila into our lives, neither of us knew how far we would go.

When I opened the door that night, they had no idea I already had the taste of their friend in my mouth and a plan measured in every movement of my hips.

When he said it out loud, the silence lasted exactly three seconds. I felt fear and desire at the same time, and I couldn’t tell which one was stronger.

One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.

Sofía had spent years imagining what that night would be like. She never imagined Camila would be there, or that Rodrigo would want her to stay.

When Héctor put his hand on Sofía’s back and she didn’t pull away, I understood that this trip was going to be different from all the others.

Rodrigo convinced her to turn around. It was only for a moment, he said. Marcos had been looking at her that way for years, and Sandra hadn’t seen it until now.

Sofía looked at me from the sofa and said they had something to propose. Rodrigo was smiling behind her. That night I learned that trust can take you farther than you imagine.

There were six of them. All over sixty. They watched me without moving, waiting for my signal. I never imagined that would be what turned me on most that whole weekend.

When Marcos came down from the roof, soaked in sweat, Carmenza already knew she wasn’t going to let him leave. She’d been waiting too long for a man like him.

They’d spent the day avoiding naming it. When Marcos closed the apartment door and asked whether they were going to sleep with their new partner, no one answered first.

That night in the rented house in Búzios, with three guys and half a bottle of vodka, Camila decided shame could wait until tomorrow.

When Valeria put her hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down, I understood that night would cross a line with no way back.

The night Camila said she’d never done any of that, we all smiled. A few hours later, she was the one asking for more.

When I told my flatmate on the balcony what that stranger had done to me a month earlier, I never expected her to ask to come with me next time.

We went upstairs without really knowing how to begin. I was the one who took the first step, and from that moment there was no turning back.

I put on the shortest skirt I owned, opened the door, and greeted them knowing exactly what they’d seen and what else was going to happen that night.

We had spent two years sitting across from each other without knowing we were both keeping the same secret: a parallel life full of desires no one would have guessed.