She Chose Three Strangers in the Last Carriage
She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.
She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.
Iván and Lucía were the new ones in the building, the youngest, the ones still learning. That night we showed them that in our group, nobody was left wanting.
I arrived at that apartment thinking about a glass of wine and a conversation. I had no idea that afternoon would end with me giving myself to three men at once.
I thought it would just be another photo shoot. I had no idea the three of them would end up touching me at once—or that I’d let myself go without thinking of my husband.
I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.
I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.
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.
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.
“It’s going to be shopping with a happy ending,” she told me with that smile that wasn’t innocent. I never imagined we’d end up in a hedge maze with another couple.
I’d spent a year listening to her describe who touched her while I only watched. That New Year’s Eve, with a glass in hand, she whispered in my ear that this time I wouldn’t stay outside.
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 had arranged to be five that summer afternoon. At seven the phone rang, one of us wasn’t coming, and yet we still opened the door to two strangers.
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.