Martín Reyes

I crept barefoot down the hallway while he slept, determined to give my husband the cuckolding he wanted so badly—but on my terms: he’d never know he already had it.

I told her she set the limit. What I didn’t expect was how much I would enjoy standing aside and watching others discover her.

We asked for the massage together so we wouldn’t be separated. What we didn’t know was that those four extra hands planned to stay until dawn.

We’d been seeing each other for six months as friends, never daring to do anything. That night, while we spun the bottle, I realized they wanted a lot more than our company.

When Renata opened her eyes and found Damián’s bed empty, she knew the night was not over for anyone in that house.

I’d been turning the idea over in my mind for weeks, but nothing prepared me for what I felt when the first unknown hands traced my skin in the dark.

She chose her clothes thinking of him, not her husband. That night she would stop being a faithful wife and become, for an entire weekend, another man’s woman.

We’d come to rekindle our relationship and ended up naked in front of two strangers in a cove only we knew that morning.

Her eyes shone in the dimness, fixed on me over her companion’s shoulder. She didn’t know me, but her gaze had already stripped me bare.

Lucía always wondered what it would feel like with a man like her sister’s husband. That night she found out, while Tomás waited on his knees with a cage between his legs.

When he told me he had bargained my price sitting at the bar, I should have been outraged. Instead I felt my cunt quiver imagining the scene.

Every morning they left together for surf class and came back too close. I only watched, until one night on the porch I stopped wanting to look away.

Mariana adjusted the straps in front of the mirror while Esteban smiled from the sofa. That night he had invited someone else, and he wasn’t planning to tell her yet.

I came to that dinner expecting a glass of wine and an escape to the countryside afterward. I ended up kneeling in front of a stranger while my lover watched.

She’d been telling me for a month that her husband fantasized about seeing her with another man. That night I stopped listening and took her where anything could really happen.

“The decision is yours, you decide.” I couldn’t get that phrase out of my head all week, while my body had already decided for me.

I had just enough budget, and my boyfriend offered me his aunt’s house. What I didn’t know was that his cousin would turn that week into something I never told him about.

I had classified her as unattainable: the haughty director holding up my mortgage. Until I saw her enter a swingers’ club on her husband’s arm, ready for anything.

When she opened my study door, I knew she hadn’t come for the inheritance. She came for what we left unfinished ten years ago, and I’d been waiting for her ever since.

It started with a threat over a false rumor. It ended with her husband on his knees in the sand, begging me to fulfill the desire he never dared confess.