Anal

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.

When Renata drew back the curtains and had me on all fours facing the glass, I knew that night was going to belong to everyone passing in the street, not just her and my husband.

She was naked doing yoga in front of the camper, oblivious to everything. When she opened her eyes and held out her hand, I knew we wouldn’t be going home the same that morning.

I’d spent nights imagining it. That early morning, sitting in an armchair with a glass in my hand, I finally saw it: my husband inside another woman.

We had never gone into a place like that. When that couple from the beach walked through the door and sat at our table, I knew the night no longer belonged to us alone.

Damián followed me into the water to get a closer look at my ass. What started as a laughing game ended with both couples locked inside his apartment.

When Lucía took off her bikini in front of me in their room, I realized that weekend at the beach was no longer going to be about sunbathing.

I walked through the curtain convinced I was looking for a man. The hand that took mine in the darkness was soft, perfumed, and wouldn’t let go until everything changed.

When Diego asked me to sit between the two front seats, I knew that trip was far from over—and that night, neither of the men was going home early.

The plan was perfect: in my friend’s costume, my wife would never know the stranger dancing with her among the masks was me.

We went down to the sauna without swimsuits and I understood that my wife and her cousin had already talked it all over: that mountain weekend was not going to be what we’d been told.

I never imagined that shy girl with glasses, who blushed at the mention of sex, would end up naked and eager in a tent lost in the desert.

The plan was just to have coffee and get to know each other. But the moment they took Lucía out for a drive, I knew that afternoon wasn’t going to end there.

I knew I wanted to fuck him from the very first message. What I didn’t know was how far my husband would go when the three of us crossed into the private room.

Lucía never got her vacation goodbye, and one look at the flight attendant was enough to make her decide to collect it before they landed back home.

I chose her dress myself: white, tight, and with nothing underneath. I wanted her to be the most desired woman at dinner, and I had no idea how far that night would take us.

I agreed for his sake, not knowing that crossing that door would change my idea of pleasure. That night I stopped being only his.

I had kept that fantasy to myself for years, never even telling my husband. That night, in a house that wasn’t mine, I stopped imagining it and started living it.

She was naked on her boyfriend’s lap, still flushed, when she said it with a half-smile: “Since we’ve started… we could keep going.” No one expected that from her.

Marcos and Nadia had only ever done it with us. That night, blindfolded and with the neighbors on the way, they would discover how far they were willing to go.