My Husband Wanted to Share Me with Strangers
I pretended to be scandalized, but I had spent years getting wet at the thought of spreading my legs in front of my husband and a stranger.
I pretended to be scandalized, but I had spent years getting wet at the thought of spreading my legs in front of my husband and a stranger.
She watched me as I ran my hands over her husband’s body, and I realized that massage wasn’t going to end like any other.
I woke up soaking wet, unsure whether the man who had held me in my dream was a colleague, a stranger, or pure imagination. It didn’t matter.
No one answered the intercom, but the door opened anyway. That’s when I knew there was no turning back and that man was going to do whatever he wanted with me.
He chose the urinal next to him without thinking. When their eyes met in the mirror, he knew neither of them had gone in just to wash their hands.
It was only supposed to be the cover story so his wife wouldn’t suspect. I never imagined I’d end up sitting across from them, unable to look away from what they were doing.
As soon as his parents went into the kitchen, the boy grabbed his cock over his jeans. No one in that house had any idea how dinner was going to end.
I waited naked beside the olive tree, my backpack at my feet and my phone in hand, never imagining that cold night would leave two different flavors in my mouth.
He lowered his voice to a rough whisper on the other side of the partition, and I knew I’d never sit across from him in a meeting again without remembering it.
That night Eneko broke down, so Unai did the only thing he knew would calm him: he took him to the bed where Mikel and Asier were already waiting awake.
I showed up at that party in my swimwear thinking it would be just another day with my boyfriend. I had no idea I’d end up on my knees, showing another man what he was missing.
I locked the door and it was like flipping a switch: for the first time I was going to strip in front of the camera so someone on the other side could desire me.
When I saw her photo, I knew I wouldn’t sleep that night: I undressed her in my mind and let my imagination cross the kilometers my body couldn’t.
All it took was a certain tone of voice, and my son dropped the controller, my wife stripped naked. It took me two weeks to understand what to do with power like that.
Sitting in the armchair, the key dangling between her breasts, I knew that night I’d finally watch her give herself to another man while I stayed locked up.
When her friend was asleep on the sofa, Vera challenged me to show myself and touch myself for her. I couldn’t refuse.
She brought down the stuffed animal from the highest shelf, chose the right video, and prepared for a session no one else would ever know about.
It was ten in the morning, I was alone at home, and I could only think about his hands. Today, at last, we’d be alone, and I needed to calm what he’d awakened in me.
I never wanted to go on camera. Until one night, curiosity won out and a faceless user asked to be alone with me.
They thought I was asleep. From the hallway I heard every word, every low laugh, everything they said about me. And instead of being outraged, I stayed still, listening.