Threesomes & Orgies

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, giving myself to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

Behind the door, seven men I didn’t know were waiting. Bruno had arranged everything, and I only had to give three knocks to begin.

When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered that the four armchairs around the bed were no longer empty. And then she understood what he was playing at.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

When Renata pulled the thong from her pocket and laid it on the table, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.

My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and before I could understand what was happening there were hands prying my legs open.

I crossed half of Europe for a client who bought content from me every week. What I didn’t imagine was what awaited me the second night, in that room full of bodies.

I arrived in a black dress and the idea of an easy night. By 3 a.m., I was no longer counting bottles or the hands running over my back.

I let them walk ahead so I could stare without pretending otherwise. I never imagined that, before noon, they would beckon me from behind the palm trees.

Three months clean, nine men under lock and key, and one goal: the night when they would all be mine, with no rules, no hurry, and no fear.

I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would lead to something much bigger involving all three of us.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.

When Sofía said, “What if instead of a threesome we had an orgy?” my stomach dropped—and for once, I didn’t want to say no.

When the bathroom door flew open, I understood that Adrián hadn’t taken me there to be alone. And the most disturbing thing was how much I wanted it.

I sat him on the sofa, facing the huge bed, and whispered in his ear: “Stay right there—this surprise is for you.” He had no idea what was coming.

I had barely set foot on the stairs when hands grabbed my hips from behind. That day, the pleasure began before I’d even had coffee.

We went upstairs without knowing that night we were about to cross every boundary we thought we had clearly set.

She lowered her voice and whispered in my ear while dancing: tonight I want you to watch me with your two friends. And instead of stopping her, I played along.

I didn’t open my eyes right away: I let those two tongues keep working on me, knowing this was only the beginning of a day when no one would be asking permission.