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I spent weeks thinking about her every night, until that dinner ended in the car seat, with her hand finding what I could barely hide.

I’d spent the whole night with three men and I still felt insatiable. So I picked up my phone and wrote: “Are you ready not to let me sleep all weekend?”

The emergency door was locked and my wife was trapped on the other side with him. Only a plaster wall separated us. Then I started hearing.

Each email brought a new photo and a crueller line. I drank whiskey in front of the screen, not knowing whether the woman tied up was truly my wife.

I stopped to fix a bike chain and kept walking to the office, not knowing that stranger would cost me my job... and give me a lot more than a bad day.

She was forty-seven and had a thirst no man had ever quenched. That dawn, in the deserted park, she decided she was done pretending otherwise.

She ran her marriage, but that morning on the sand I found out how much she loved a stranger telling her who was in charge, with her husband watching.

My friend stood me up that night, but the stranger at the bar had other plans for me. And I, even if I wouldn’t admit it out loud, did too.

I went out determined to let him see me with other men, but ended up between two cars on an empty street, letting a stranger use me.

We exchanged glances at the pool all afternoon. When I went upstairs for water and he followed me in, I knew there was no turning back.

Bruno had promised me a rematch and I had promised to come back. What I didn’t imagine was how that second night would end with the six of us.

I told him I’d come in sweaty and needed a shower. He carried me to the sofa and whispered that, with my scent, he liked me even more.

He insisted on walking me all the way to the entrance that I ended up inviting him up. At eight in the morning his phone rang and everything I believed changed in an instant.

My brother told me everything: his lovers, his fetishes, what he did with Romina. What he never imagined was that one night I’d end up in bed with her, without him.

We were never friends, but she looked at me with contempt every time her boyfriend kept staring at me. So I decided to give her a real reason to hate me.

Her wife was leaving on a trip the next day, and I was still sleeping on a mattress on the floor. When he rang the bell with his toolbox, I knew something was about to happen.