Cheating

I’d known her since we were children: sweet, quiet, the perfect wife. Until I walked into that club in the city and saw her stretched out on the table, surrounded by men.

She told her husband she was spending the night at some friends’ house. In reality, she was naked in the bed of a truck, listening as a line formed outside.

I met her on the excursions, exotic and self-assured. I never imagined that one comment at the pool would end with me naked in my husband’s room.

I hadn’t felt anything for months. Then she came in behind me in the stall, locked the door, and everything I thought I knew about myself came crashing down.

I had spent ten years resigned to the lukewarm sex of my marriage. Then Lorena locked the shower door from inside and kissed me without asking.

She had been with her boyfriend for five years and had never doubted. Until that black-eyed woman stared at her on the platform and something broke inside.

I followed her on social media to get revenge on my ex, but ended up wanting her instead. Months later I saw her in the crowd and knew I wouldn't let her go.

The bridegroom’s sister waited for me every night, but the real surprise came when my friend asked me for a favor neither of us would ever forget.

She slipped into the black dress, kissed me, and said “don’t wait up.” I knew exactly who she was spending the night with, and that was precisely what turned me on.

“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 into the car thinking only about the trip. Ten minutes later, my boss was on top of me, her sister was twisting around to catch every detail, 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 know she loves me. That’s why I never understood why 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 getting into another man’s car while my husband waited in 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.