Threesomes & Orgies

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

She told her husband she’d sleep at a friend’s house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening to the line forming outside.

I’d gone a week without hearing from him when he waited for me after class, took me to a secluded corner, and let three strangers watch everything.

When the van pulled up behind me in the dead of night, I knew that night wasn’t going to end like any other. And to my surprise, I didn’t want it to.

I had never had a massage just on my breasts, much less with my four friends watching from the pool’s edge, waiting their turn.

In the car, the only light came from a distant streetlamp and a stranger who grabbed my ass the second I closed the door. The night had barely begun.

We went out to sunbathe with no tan lines and no one around. What we didn’t imagine was how many would be on top of us before we got back in the water.

Lying in the sun after what had just happened, we heard them laughing at him for not daring to come over. And that was exactly what made us get up.

When he blindfolded me in the doorway, all I felt was a drop slowly running between my thighs and my heart about to burst out of my chest.

There were five of us and only one of him, but none of us left that house without screaming his name at least twice that hot weekend.

I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.

I went downstairs naked, smiled at them, and only set one rule: come up without clothes. There were eleven, sweaty and needy; I’d been widowed far too long.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.

When Mariela took the microphone and said the bar was closed for just the women there, I knew none of us was going home the same.

I could hear their laughter through the wall. I went to the half-open door and what I saw took my breath away: my two best friends, half-naked, staring at each other.

I had just moved in and didn’t know anyone. Bruna was the first to talk to me; I never imagined she and her partner had a plan for me that night.

I only wanted a phone to call a tow truck. I ended up between two strangers who decided that quiet night included me.

I went to get my jacket so I could leave without interrupting. Then I saw Daniela’s hand buried under Paula’s clothes, and my feet refused to move from that doorway.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the action and saw her leaning in the doorway, one hand inside her shorts. She wasn’t angry. She was looking at me.