Beach

When she told me what really turned her on, I knew we were opening a door we’d never be able to close again. And I didn’t want to close it.

“I want you to give her what my mother never had,” she said with a smile. And when I saw that mature woman, I knew I wasn’t going to say no.

You didn’t know us from Adam, but you spent the whole afternoon with your hand in your swimsuit, watching us play. And we knew it from the start.

She was crying drunk on my shoulder, saying nobody wanted her anymore. She had no idea that that very night, on the sand, I was going to prove exactly the opposite.

I never thought that seeing another man look at my naked girlfriend, legs spread open on the sand, would be the most arousing thing I’d ever feel.

We woke up naked, all three of us, and laughing, I remembered the exact moment everything changed: when I learned what Mariela was hiding under her skirt.

My wife pulled a brochure from her purse and told me we had a meeting that afternoon. I had no idea that saying yes meant giving up being the only man in her bed for fifteen days.

When I got into the car that morning and saw that she was alone at the wheel, I knew the weekend wasn’t going to be innocent.

When she asked me to put sunscreen on her, my hands already knew what my mouth hadn’t dared to say yet.

She came out of the changing room with her back to me, wearing a bikini she had never shown me. I felt jealous. And, without knowing why, I started to feel something else too.

When she came barefoot down the hall in that transparent robe, I knew neither of us was going to pretend nothing had happened.