It was my second year of college, and I shared a small two-room apartment with my closest friend. He had the bedroom. I slept in the salon. One night, he brought over his girlfriend — a sexy, petite brunette with a teasing smile and a dangerously short black dress that clung to her tight little body. She had that perfectly shaped ass: firm and round, not too big, not too small. Her legs were smooth and toned. Her breasts...

My wife Marissa and I have been together for almost a decade. Trust. Passion. Curiosity. Those three things shaped our relationship from day one. We’ve always been open about our fantasies — sometimes whispering them into each other’s ears after sex, sometimes confessing them over a bottle of wine. One fantasy kept coming up more often than the others: what if we shared each other? Not cheating. Not secrets. But something...

We had been friends for a while — close, flirty, and full of unspoken promises. We’d never crossed that line, but we talked about it often, imagining what it would be like when we finally met. When she told me she was coming to Istanbul for a vacation, bringing her older brother and a friend with her, I felt excitement build deep inside me. The first evening she arrived, I met them at their hotel suite. They had two bedro...