Threesomes & Orgies

My wife went down to the airplane bathroom behind the flight attendant and came back tousled, with a confession that left me hard and wanting more.

At the café, they dared each other over laughs: each would pick a man that very afternoon. Neither imagined the bet would end in the same bed.

Iván and Lucía were the new ones in the building, the youngest, the ones still learning. That night we showed them that in our group, nobody was left wanting.

The taxi dropped me in front of a huge gate and a guard was waiting for me. I still had no idea that night would turn me from a guest into the game.

I arrived at that apartment thinking about a glass of wine and a conversation. I had no idea that afternoon would end with me giving myself to three men at once.

We were seeing each other again a year after that trip, and this time Marina brought a guest who had no idea what we were going to do in that house by the lake.

We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we convinced ourselves. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting for us naked.

We fell asleep naked in the sun, and when we opened our eyes four pairs of young eyes were watching us from the edge of the pool.

When the Marshal’s shot rang out, I knew it would be our last night. What I never imagined was what the party would become once the lights went out.

Five men, an empty bus, and a route that veered off course. I recognized every face and knew that night I wasn’t getting home early.

Lucía put the tequila bottle in the center of the rug and smiled: whoever failed the dare drank. None of us imagined how far we were willing to go that night.

I walk in wearing the shortest skirt I own and high heels. They’re already on the sofa, waiting for me with their hands ready. And I, nervous, sit right in the middle.

I went down to the kitchen practically naked, with three strangers kneeling in my living room and my partner on the other side of the wall. What I didn’t know was that he was recording everything.

When the whole town was asleep for siesta, Camila stood in the middle of the empty street, bit her lip, and asked which of the five wanted her first.

I thought it would just be another photo shoot. I had no idea the three of them would end up touching me at once—or that I’d let myself go without thinking of my husband.

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

I knocked on the wooden door expecting my father, but the foreman opened it instead—with a different smile. Then he told me my dad wasn’t there.

You didn’t plan to work that day, but the message sounded like an order. What you didn’t know was that your coworkers had been waiting weeks to see you walk in like that.

I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.

—Just watching, —she whispered at the club’s door. But strangers’ hands were already searching for her skin, and I couldn’t look away or stop it.