Cheating

“I knew it turned me on to imagine her with another man. What I didn’t know was how far we were willing to go once I stopped making the rules.”

I got in the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to miss nothing, and her husband was smiling in the rearview mirror.

When he told me he had bargained my price sitting at the bar, I should have been outraged. Instead I felt my cunt quiver imagining the scene.

I put on the blue dress Nadia chose for me, with nothing underneath, and went up on deck knowing that night I wouldn’t leave a single line uncrossed.

I love my wife and I know she loves me. So I never understood why the idea of seeing her surrender to another man became the fantasy I couldn't get out of my head.

Her husband only had eyes for the other woman’s cleavage. Marina and I looked at each other from the far end of the living room and, without saying a word, we’d already said everything.

It began as a game of words in bed. It ended with me climbing into another man’s car while my husband waited inside the casino knowing everything.

I came to that dinner expecting a glass of wine and an escape to the countryside afterward. I ended up kneeling in front of a stranger while my lover watched.

I had three tubes of aloe vera and not a centimeter of unburned skin when my flatmate’s boyfriend came in with her keys and found me naked on the sofa.

I opened the door wearing a thin dress and nothing underneath. The boy delivering my flowers had no idea the bouquet was the least of it that hot afternoon.

That night we agreed to do something different. I’d cook, open the door, and watch her enjoy another man. What I didn’t imagine was how much I’d enjoy obeying.

She expected shouting, maybe the end of everything. Instead, he handed her a glass of wine and asked her to tell him everything, without leaving out a single detail.

He’d spent months sleeping beside a woman who prayed instead of touching him. Then he walked into the veterinarian’s office, and she locked the door.

They had never met in person, only photos and messages charged with desire. But she was coming to his city, and this time fantasy threatened to become real.

I went into the clinic with my back wrecked from work. I left with hard nipples, overwhelming desire, and an address saved in my phone.

She’d gone months without her husband touching her. That night, at the nightclub, I saw a small red ribbon hanging from her blouse and knew exactly what it meant.

That night I knelt while another man took my wife on the table. He thought he was in control; neither of them suspected what was really happening between us.

She came home with news that would change the rules between us: a brand wanted to photograph her in lingerie, and the idea excited her far more than I expected.

I was waiting for him with my bags packed, ready to leave him. But when he began telling me what happened with her, I discovered my body was reacting differently from my pride.

For months I’d whispered the same fantasy in her ear. That afternoon, in a deserted cove, I stopped imagining it and watched it come true in front of me.