The Party Where My Partner Lent Me to His Friends
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 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.
One summer night, a bottle game among strangers on the beach and no intention of stopping. What happened next was far more than expected.
A half-open door was the beginning. Then came the mirror I installed in her room so I could watch her better, night after night.
I saw her on all fours over the dry grass, with the fluffy tail swaying between her cheeks, and I knew that Sunday afternoon was going to be unlike any other.
I went for water at midnight and found her alone in front of the washing machine. I didn’t announce myself. I stayed in the doorway, watching, unable to leave.
I couldn’t sleep. Heat was devouring me from the inside and no orgasm was enough. I needed someone to watch me do what I do alone.
Sandra had never surprised me like that. But that afternoon in the pine grove, with Lucía and Marcos just a few meters away, she decided it was time.
His voice melted me before his hands even touched me. I never thought a stranger at a spa could make me feel so exposed and so free at once.
Noa’s blind was half open. Rodrigo peeked by accident and couldn’t look away. What he saw that night changed everything he thought he knew about them.
The whole village closed its eyes. Rodrigo bored a pea-sized hole in the shutter and pressed his eye to it. He had to see her.
I went in with her thinking we were buying lubricant. I came out knowing Laura was capable of things I’d never imagined, even in my hottest fantasies.
I pressed my ear to my mother’s bedroom door, and from that night on I couldn’t stop watching. What I discovered changed me forever.
When the system blinked green and the screen sharpened, the last thing I expected was Camila approaching the armchair where my husband read the paper, completely naked.
I sat on the low wall facing the sea, spread my legs, and let the wind do the rest. Six strangers saw everything. I wanted all of them.
When I opened his gallery to clean the camera, I found hundreds of photos of me. I thought about leaving. Then I saw what was under his pants and changed my mind.
My mother-in-law never knew the mirror she thanked me for was my private window into her, every night my wife slept in front of the TV.
When he suggested we go to the bathroom together, I’d been waiting for him to say it for hours. Rome could wait. What came after couldn’t.
He was around sixty and had a look that didn’t hide a thing. When he invited me to his place, I knew exactly what was going to happen.
I gave her permission to be with another man. What I didn’t expect was to be glued to the phone, listening to everything, unable to hang up.
When I saw the masseur come into the oil room naked, I knew this was no ordinary anniversary gift. And I was right.