Threesomes & Orgies

She agreed to stay the night for her favorite aunt’s birthday. She had no idea that two women had planned every caress with precision for that night.

Every night she came to that door to listen. What she never imagined was that soon she would be on the other side, utterly surrendered.

Since I was fifteen, I’d kept quiet about how badly I wanted to kiss her. Now, sitting across from me with that same smile, I wasn’t going to let the chance slip away again.

I felt a hand on my hip and a mouth in my ear: “You smell incredible.” When I turned around, it was her—the girl my friend had come to flirt with.

I had spent ten years resigned to the lukewarm sex of my marriage. Then Lorena locked the shower door from inside and kissed me without asking.

We three met on the last Thursday in December, under the pretext of seeing the year out. None of us said aloud what we were really going to do.

I went up to the seventh floor looking to relax for an hour. I had no idea the masseuse, and then my lover, had other plans for me that night.

When Renata opened the bedroom door wearing a harness and asked if there was room for one more, I knew that Christmas was one none of us would ever forget.

Renata was spreading tanning lotion over my breasts when she asked me whether I’d ever had a lover. I blushed like a little girl. I said no.

I thought stripping naked in front of strangers would be enough to lose my shame. Then that couple lay down beside me and looked at me as if they already knew what I still didn’t dare ask for.

She chose her clothes thinking of him, not her husband. That night she would stop being a faithful wife and become, for an entire weekend, another man’s woman.

That night I learned that giving her over completely meant renouncing my own virility while he took her over my face.

“What happens on the coast stays on the coast,” we told each other before crossing that curtain. Neither of us imagined how far we’d go without the other couple.

My husband handed me over to that man and spent his time filming while I took him for more than an hour. He wasn’t interested in my pussy—only my ass.

We’d been in the scene for months, but that night, between the dungeon and the club, I found out how far my wife could go when she truly let herself loose.

Nadia knelt in front of the glass wall knowing the neighbors in the garden next door wouldn’t miss a thing. And that was only the first afternoon.

Bianca placed three thongs in the center of the table and announced that the prize for the game would be collected as dessert. None of us imagined where she meant to serve it.

When I went downstairs naked for a coffee at midnight, I didn’t expect to find her in the kitchen, in a nightgown, with a confession that would change everything between us.

We’d come to rekindle our relationship and ended up naked in front of two strangers in a cove only we knew that morning.

My wife had been asking me for weeks for carte blanche for one night. I never imagined our hosts had prepared a surprise that would leave all four of us breathless.