Cheating

What was meant to be an awkward dinner opened a door none of us intended to close again.

I thought it would be a discreet coffee, but when I saw her step out of the taxi with that smile, I knew she wanted much more than conversation.

I told him I was going home, but I turned the car around before leaving the parking lot and went straight back to fulfill everything we’d spent weeks getting each other hot over.

She left the cake untouched, brushed against me under the table, and smiled as if she had already chosen how the night would end.

It began out of desperation; what came next was pure kink. The night I hid to watch, there was no turning back.

She threw me out of her bed at dawn, but in the kitchen she looked at me differently—and I knew she still wanted me to make her misbehave.

I’d had three whiskeys and no reason to go home when the amber-eyed redhead asked me to insure her night.

I accepted a beer with a coworker and ended up trembling in a hotel bed, soaked and begging him not to stop sucking my tits.

I went to confront my ex’s mistress and ended up staring at her body for far too long, imagining everything I shouldn’t have wanted.

When I hung up on my boyfriend’s mistress, I looked my student in the eyes and gave him an order that stripped me bare inside too.

When my boyfriend showed me the woman he’d cheated with, I was already too wet to pretend I wanted to leave.

From my window, I watched a neighbors’ dinner turn into a filthy game of four bodies, jealousy, hungry mouths, and one final surprise.

When Diego lowered his gaze and nodded for the second time, I knew the business dinner was over and the real transaction was about to begin.

I thought I was only going to a hospital party, but I ended up on my knees before a mature man—and then my husband wanted to watch it all.

She went down to take out the garbage in a sheer nightgown with no bra and took ten minutes to return. When I heard her in the shower, I knew something had broken forever.

I walked two kilometers along the shore looking for someone who could make me forget my name. Beside the eucalyptus, I saw him lying there, with balls like a bull.

She came in while I was still hurting from the blows, sat on my lap, and made it clear she hadn’t come to congratulate me.

During the week I needed another cock, and that Saturday I turned a fight with my husband into the perfect excuse to fulfill my dirtiest fantasy.

I entered her house with two old VHS tapes and left with signed cases, a burning face, and the memory of her body trembling against the wall.

When she came home with tousled hair and a smile that wasn’t meant for me, I knew our kitchen pact had passed the point of no return.