Luis75

No one dared move, but she knew that one gesture from her would make the whole beach hold its breath and turn the circle from mere sand into something else.

The rule had always been the same: her virginity was untouchable. Tonight, before a room full of hungry men, that rule would break before the highest bidder.

I saw him looking at me in the elevator mirror and something lit up. That night I knew I didn’t just want him to watch me: I wanted him to see absolutely everything.

When he lingered half a second too long on her feet, I knew something inside me had broken. And, to my surprise, jealousy wasn’t the first thing I felt.

I asked my husband for a photo of himself and got one of another man: a perfect stranger. That night I had no idea how far that image would take me in my sleep.

I had never touched myself. That afternoon, behind a poorly closed door, I understood why my body had spent years asking for something I was afraid to give it.

It started as a joke while watching videos in bed. It ended with both of us bent over the mattress, trying something we never thought possible.

I stripped off because of the heat, closed my eyes, and suddenly there she was, in black lace lingerie, straddling me in my empty bed.