Cheating

It began with a provocation in the kitchen; hours later, I slipped into her bed, determined to show her with my tongue and hands everything her husband never knew how to do.

My friend went off with his girlfriend and left me alone with his mother; when the door closed, the tension in the kitchen changed completely.

I went there to ask for help, but when I saw the way he looked at me in that office, I knew the conversation could end somewhere far more dangerous.

I went to the hotel expecting humiliation over a video; I never imagined I’d end up trembling beneath the hands of the woman who could ruin me.

She led me from the porch to the bathroom without letting go of my hand, locked the door, and looked at me in the mirror as if she already knew how it would end.

When he answered the video call from his office, I was already naked in the hotel—and had another man waiting off-camera.

I invited him to our table to help my husband, but when he closed the door, I knew I had let the enemy into our bed.

I rented the room, douched, and turned on the erotic channel. At exactly two, someone knocked: it was him, sweaty from work, his bulge already showing beneath his pants.

While she kissed him in our kitchen, I pretended to be normal with a hard cock and the certainty that night would change everything.

Her husband kept pushing her to tempt me while she pretended to resist, until she ended up naked in my villa begging me for more than she imagined.

I saw him come down the hallway in boxer briefs, smelling of soap and alcohol, and realized I could no longer pretend he was only my son’s friend.

I entered the room convinced it would be a quick fuck for revenge. I left at dawn without remembering my own name.

When she rang the doorbell and asked if I was alone, I knew she hadn’t come to talk about classes or her boyfriend.

At the nude beach, I realized she wasn’t lacking desire—only someone willing to push her where she had long wanted to go.

I thought I heard her moan on the other end of the call, and my mind turned that sound into the dirtiest scene I'd ever imagined.

Two WhatsApp messages were enough to make my skin prickle. Come to work clean, one said. And I don’t mean from the shower.

I left her at the restaurant and drove back to the hotel alone, knowing that night I'd hear my wife moaning for another man.

I opened her phone to confirm a suspicion and ended up seeing something that left me frozen: my wife with two men from my own family.

I saw you alone at the end of the bar, drink in hand and wearing the look of someone asking for exactly what I wanted that night too.

When her body pressed against mine during the kizomba, I knew I wasn't going to leave things unfinished with that mature woman that night.