Cheating

The complaints about the noise ended in a dinner. And the dinner turned into something Daniel never imagined he would witness with his own eyes, inside his own house.

When Diego left me the car and went home with the child, I never imagined I’d end the night against a bathroom wall with another man’s mouth on my neck.

I only got two photos that morning: her naked facing the sea, and an hour later, an opened condom wrapper. She told me the rest in bed.

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.

There was a week left before my wedding when I sat in the middle of the room and let a stranger convince me to go into that bedroom.

I went down to the pool thinking I was only looking for the gym and some sun. I had no idea they’d already decided what they’d do with me once the husbands closed their eyes.

I came out of the shower dripping, thinking it was my mother at the door. But when I opened it, there she was—the only woman I could never get out of my head.

I found him half-naked in the kitchen’s dim light, and his gaze traveled over my nightgown. In that instant I knew there would be no turning back.

Hide the photos, hide my clothes, hide the webcam, and lock myself in the ironing room: that night my wife would bring home a stranger and I’d be the only witness.

He came to check the boiler and, between sips of coffee, made a proposal neither of them dared say out loud.

My wife noticed how the waiter looked at her while serving tea, and I came up with the most forbidden idea of the whole trip: inviting him up.

When Diego stopped in front of the neon lights, I knew that dare, fueled by laughter and kalimotxo, would become the night my wife and I had been secretly imagining for months.

We went looking for a new dildo far from home, where no one knew us. What happened in that booth left the toy forgotten on the floor.

“I started thinking and came up with a few ideas,” he wrote. Three hours later, a stranger was ringing our doorbell.

When the dressing room door opened, I knew it wasn’t my assistant. It was him, and he had that look that made me choose between desire and guilt.

At the wedding everyone was looking at her in a way I never had. That night she came up to get me and I passed out drunk. What happened after that I only found out at dawn.

At three in the morning the first message arrived. A woman tied to an unknown bed and a sentence that froze my blood: “this beauty is your wife.”

The night before my wedding I prepared myself alone in the hotel suite. What my future husband didn’t know was who I was really preparing for.

Bruno’s curiosity awakened something in me I could no longer control: I wanted my trainer to touch me for real, not just in my words.

She perched on the edge of the desk, opened her jacket, and said in a hoarse voice: “Now you can clear up your doubts.” And I knew that afternoon wasn’t ending in the office.